My curse upon thy venomed stang

My dear and only love, I pray

'My ear-rings, my ear-rings"

My eyes! how I love you

My genius spreads her wing

My gentle Puck, come hither.

Burns
Earl of Montrose 60

602 Now upon Syria's land of roses

Now westward Sol had spent the richest beams

R. Crashaw

350

C. Dickens

370

Cowper

594

J. G. Lockhart 96
Anonymous 74 O, a dainty plant is the ivy green
Goldsmith 536 Oaths terminate, as Paul observes, all strife
Shakespeare 655

My girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair R. Buchanan 103 O beauteous God! uncircumscribed treasure
My God, I love thee! not because (Translation of

Edward Caswell).
My hair is gray, but not with
years
My hawk is tired of perch and hood
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness

My heart leaps up when I behold

My heart's in the Highlands
My heid is like to rend, Willie

Jeremy Taylor 266

St. F. Xavier 257

O blest of heaven, whom not the languid songs

Byron
Scott

551

517

pains
John Keats
Wordsworth
Burns

236

323

W. Motherwell 174

Moravian Collection 276
W. C. Bryant 610
Dunlop
Byron

E. B. Browning 111
O, deem not they are blest alone
R. H. Wilde 610 O, dinna ask me gin I lo'e ye
Bulwer-Lytton 77 O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea
O faint, delicious, springtime violet !
O fairest of creation, last and best
207 Of all the girls that are so smart.
Of all men, saving Sylla the man-slayer
Of all the notable things on earth
Of all the thoughts of God that are
Of all the torments, all the cares
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

79

478

Rogers hills

335

O Father, let me not die young!

Of Nelson and the North

Campbell

486

John Home
R. H. Newell
C. Tychborn
Byron
T. B. Read

502

774

613

138

631

435

O gentle, gentle summer rain.
O God, methinks, it were a happy life Shakespeare 135
Blanco White 302 O God! our help in ages past.
O God! though sorrow be my fate (Translation)
Mary Queen of Hungary 262
Tennyson 146

S. F. Adams 278

G. Canning 726

317

No more these simple flowers belong
No single virtue we could most commend
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea
No sun no moon!

Dryden

Southey

T. Hood

Oh! best of delights, as it everywhere is T. Moore
O hearts that never cease to yearn
Oh! it is excellent

O, lay thy hand in mine, dear!
332 O, how the thought of God attracts
703 O, I have passed a miserable night!
196 O Italy, how beautiful thou art!
482 O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease

Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note Chas. Wolfe 717
Not a sous had he got Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 767
Not far advanced was morning day Scott
Nothing but leaves; the spirit grieves Anonymous
Not as you meant, O learned man A. D. F. Randolph 275
Not in the laughing bowers
Anonymous
Not only we, the latest seed of Time Tennyson
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Milton
Now has the lingering month at last gone by
Wm. Morris
Now ponder well, you parents dear Anonymous
Now stop your noses, readers, all and some

Anonymous

Old man, God bless you! (Translation of Charles
T. Brooks)

O Mary, go and call the cattle home
O melancholy bird, a winter's day
719 O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

310

333

7. G. Lockhart 406

R. C. Trench 581
Chas. Wesley 273

O mother dear, Jerusalem.

O mother of a mighty race

O, my God! can it be possible I have
O my luve 's like a red, red rose

O, my love 's like the steadfast sun

Burns
Shakespeare
Burns

C. Kingsley 483
Lord Thurlow 353
Shakespeare 693
Shakespeare 51
David Dickson 257
W. C. Bryant 444
Shelley
Burns

695

144

A. Cunningham 127

On a hill there grows a flower.

N. Breton 38 Our good steeds snuff the evening air E. C. Stedman 386 On Alpine heights the love of God is shed (Transla- Our life is twofold; sleep has its own world tion of Charles T. Brooks) Krummacher 332

Byron

579

Miss K. P. Osgood 375 Outstretched beneath the leafy shade R. & C. Southey 288

402 7. S. Knowles 437 Once there was a gardener (From the German of Miller).

J. C. Mangan 727

Ov all the housen o' the pliace

W. Barnes

51

O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms" "O what is that comes gliding in"

Anonymous

173

T. B. Macaulay 438
John Keats 669
T. Hood

746

W. L. Bowles 325

T. B. Macaulay 438

H. B. Stowe 185
Chas. Wesley 265
Campbell
Anonymous

O, when 't is summer weather
O, wherefore come ye forth

398

267

John Pierpont 379
W. C. Bryant 275

O, where shall rest be found
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my

O North, with all thy vales of green
O, now forever

Shakespeare 696 O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Upton

On Richmond Hill there lives a lass
On the banks of the Xenil the dark Spanish maiden
Whittier

On the cross-beam under the Old South bell

51

Anonymous

195

363

Anonymous

509

298

On woodlands ruddy with autumn
On yonder hill a castle stands

O perfect Light, which shaid away
O,

, pour upon my soul again

O reader! hast thou ever stood to see

O reverend sir, I do declare

O'Ryan was a man of might

O sacred Head, now wounded

O, saw ye bonnie Lesley

F. M. Whitcher 768

O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonny blue een?

O say, can you see by the dawn's early light

Pack clouds away, and welcome day
Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully
Pauline, by pride

Scott

T. Heywood

Bulwer-Lytton 159

Pause not to dream of the future before us

Barry Cornwall 151

154

Phillis is my only joy

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu

R. Ryan

50 Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray

Pleasant it was, when woods were green
Pleasing 't is, O modest Moon!.
Ponderous projectiles, hurled by heavy hands

566

H.K. White 421

R.H. Newell 774

607 "Praise God from whom all blessings flow"
18

Thos. Davis 126
Mary Howitt 366
A. B. Meek 406

Praise to God, immortal praise
Prize thou the nightingale
Bowring).

Miss Mulock 425 A. L. Barbauld 278

(Translation of John

Put the broidery frame away
Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares
Rear high thy bleak majestic hills
Rest there awhile, my bearded lance
Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot
Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky
Ring, sing! ring, sing!
Rise, sleep no more.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me
Rome, Rome! thou art no more
"Room for the leper! Room!"
Roprecht the Robber is taken at last
Said I not so, that I would sin no more?

R. Buchanan 663 Barry Cornwall 514

A. M. Toplady 274

Samiasa! I call thee, I await thee
378 Saviour, when in dust to thee.
Say over again, and yet once over again

Samuel Lover 591

Mrs. Hemans 535

N. P. Willis 536 Southey

761

G. Herbert
Byron

265

68

Sir R. Grant 263

E. B. Browning 111

Some of your hurts you have cured R. W. Emerson 625 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold
Some say that kissing 's a sin
Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face

R. W. Emerson 625 The bell strikes one; we take no note of time

Miss Mulock 165 The bird let loose in eastern skies
The blessed damozel leaned out
The blessed morn has come again
The boy stood on the burning deck
The breaking waves dashed high
F. B. Harte 731 The brilliant black eye

The more we live, more brief appear

Wordsworth 307

The morning dawned full darkly

The moon it shines
Chas. T. Brooks 6
The moon 's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae
Scott
Campbell
W.E.Aytoun 677

441 611

O. W. Holmes 757

The Moth's kiss, first!

R. Browning

80

The conference-meeting through at last E. C. Stedman 619
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day

The day is cold; and dark, and dreary
The day returns, my bosom burns
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink

The dreamy rhymer's measured snore
The dule 's i' this bonnet o' mine
The elder folk shook hands at last
The Emperor Nap, he would set out
The face of all the world is changed,

T. Gray
Longfellow
Burns

219 228

127

13

Wordsworth
W. S. Landor 701
Edwin Waugh 79
Whittier
Southey

I think

285
402

E. B. Browning 110
The face which, duly as the sun E. B. Browning 218
The Fallen looked on the world and sneered
Sarah E. Carmichael 654

The farmer's wife sat at the door
The fifth day of May

The fire of love in youthful blood
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath

The forward violet thus did I chide
The fountains mingle with the river
The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night

The frugal snail, with forecast of repose Lamb
The gale that wrecked you on the sand Emerson
The glories of our birth and state
The gorse is yellow on the heath
The gray sea and the long black land
The groves were God's first temples

The Muse's fairest light in no dark time 7. Cleveland 701
Then before all they stand, the holy vow Rogers
The night comes stealing o'er me (Translation of
Charles G. Leland)
Heinrich Heine 670
The night is late, the house is still J. W. Palmer
The night was winter in his roughest mood Cowper
Then took the generous host
The ocean at the bidding of the moon
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower
The path by which we twain did go
The play is done, the curtain drops
The poetry of earth is never dead
The point of honor has been deemed of use Cowper
The quality of mercy is not strained Shakespeare 574
The rain-drops plash, and the dead leaves fall
Gautier
There all the happy souls that ever were Ben Jonson
There also was a Nun, a Prioress Chaucer
There are gains for all our losses R. H. Stoddard 27
There are a number of us creep
Watts

37

253

There is a land, of every land the pride Montgomery 429
There is a land of pure delight
Waits
266
There's a land that bears a world-known name

Eliza Cook 443 There is an hour of peaceful rest W. B. Tappan 269 There is a pleasure in the pathless woods Byron 469 There is a Reaper whose name is Death Longfellow 184 There is a tide in the affairs of men Shakespeare 595 There is no flock, however watched and tended Longfellow 175 There lived a singer in France, of old A. C. Swinburne 155 755 There lived in Gothic days, as legends tell

The lark sings for joy in her own loved land

Anonymous 354
The latter rain,—it falls in anxious haste Jones Very 316
The lion is the desert's king Ferdinand Freiligrath 339
The little brown squirrel hops in the corn
R. H. Newell 775
J. R. Lowell
Addison

The little gate was reached at last
96 There the most daintie paradise on ground
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
283
The maid, and thereby hangs a tale Sir J. Suckling 124
The maid who binds her warrior's sash T. B. Read 429
The melancholy days are come
W. C. Bryant 370
The merry brown hares came leaping Chas. Kingsley 198
The merry, merry lark was up and singing

Chas. Kingsley 210
The midges dance aboon the burn. R. Tannahill 299
The might of one fair face sublimes my love (Trans-
lation of J. E. Taylor)
M. Angelo
T. Moore
T. H. Bayly 205
John Lowe 202

Beattie
103 There never yet was flower fair in vain 7. R. Lowell 127
There's a grim one-horse hearse Thos. Noel 252
There's a rustling in the rushes R. W. Raymond 731
There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen
Burns
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover

537

159

Jean Ingelow 14

The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond

The sun is warm, the sky is clear
The sunlight fills the trembling air.
The sunlight glitters keen and bright
The sun sets in night

Thou art, O God, the life and light T. Moore
281
Thou blossom, bright with autumn dew W. C. Bryant 365
Though the hills are cold and snowy
Though the mills of God grind slowly
Thought is deeper than all speech
Though when other maids stand by
Thou happy, happy elf!.

H. B. Stowe 534
Longfellow 615
C. P. Cranch 566
Chas. Swain 110
T. Hood
7

Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie

A. Cunningham 121
Thou lingering star, with lessening ray Burns
Thou still unravished bride of quietness John Keats
Tho, when as all things readie were aright

Spenser
Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream John Logan
Three fishers went sailing out into the west

188

634

636

201

701

Chas. Kingsley 483
Three poets, in three distant ages born Dryden
Three students were travelling over the Rhine
(Translation of J. S. Dwight). Uhland
Three years she grew in sun and shower Wordsworth
Through her forced, abnormal quiet
C. G. Halpine
Conder

201

Korner

452

21

688

Thos. Davis
John Anster

687

Through life's vapors dimly seeing

77 282

668

Timely blossom, Infant fair

'Tis a dozen or so of years ago.
'Tis a fearful night in the winter time C. G. Eastman 320
'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white

Anonymous

768

R. Tannahill 50 Shelley 228 E. C. Stedman 371 Whittier 'Tis believed that this harp P. Freneau 215 'Tis done, but yesterday a king! The sun shines bright in our old Kentucky home 'Tis midnight: on the mountains brown Byron Anonymous 148 'Tis morning; and the sun with ruddy orb The sun sinks softly to his evening post R. H. Newell 775 Cowper The sun that brief December day Whittier 323 'T is much immortal beauty to admire Lord Thurlow 566 The sun upon the lake is low Scott 154 'Tis night, when Meditation bids us feel Byron The time hath laid his mantle by Charles of Orleans 306 'Tis over; and her lovely cheek is now Rogers The wanton troopers, riding by A. Marvell 238 'Tis past, -the sultry tyrant of the South The warm sun is failing. Shelley 316 Mrs. Hemans 213 (Translation Goethe

W. C. Bryant 621 410 Toil on toil on! ye ephemeral train L. H. Sigourney 475 Toll for the brave

T. Moore 643 Toll for the dead, toll, toll!
Toll! Roland, toll!

They tell me I am shrewd with other men

Cowper 484
R. R. Bowker 541
Theo. Tilton 540

Julia Ward Howe 36 To make my lady's obsequies (Translation of Henry
L. H. Sigourney