On a hill there grows a flower.
N. Breton 38 Our good steeds snuff the evening air F C Stedman 386
On Alpine heights the love of God is shed (Transla-
Our life is twofold, sleep has its own word
tion of Charles T. Brooks)
Krummacher 332
T. Percy, D. D. 71
On came the whirlwind-like the last Scott
402
Once Switzerland was free!

O Nancy, wilt thou go with me

J. S. Knowles 437

Once there was a gardener (From the German of

Miller).

Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands
Once upon a midnight dreary.
On deck, beneath the awning
One day, as I was going by
One day I wandered where the salt sea-tide Au
One day, nigh weary of the yrksome way Spenser
.R. H. New
T. Hood

One hue of our flag is taken

One more unfortunate.

On her white breast a sparkling cross
One year ago, a ringing voice
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
On Linden, when the sun was low
Only waiting till the shadows.
O no, no, let me lie

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

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

On what foundations stands the warrior's pride

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 Southey

O reverend sir, I do declare
O'Ryan was a man of might

O sacred Head, now wounded
O, saw ye bonnie Lesley.
O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonny blue een?

J. C. Mangan 727
W. C. Bryant 373
652
479

E. A. Poe
Tha keray
T. Hood

O the pleasant days of old

O the snow, the beautiful snow
O, those little, those little blue shoes
O thou of home the guardian Lar
O thou vast Ocean!

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

she wore Pope 43
H. B. Stowe 185
Chas. Wesley 265
Campbell

3481

Moniz Mery

Anonymous 70, where shall rest be found

John Pierpont 379 O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad Burna
W. C. Bryant 275
Shakespeare &
Upton

51

S Johnson 709
W. C. Bryant 382
Anonymous 50g
A. Hume

W. Allston

371 227 360

F. M. Whitcher 768

Miles O'Reilly 730
Paul Gerhard: 276
Brns
154

R. Ryan

447
O say, what is that thing called Light C. Cober 244
O, sing unto my roundelay!
T. Chatterton 206
Byron

1881

O, snatched away in beauty's bloom!

O that the chemist's magic art

O that those lips had language.

O the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee

F. S. Key

Rogers
Cowper

O the broom, the yellow broom!

O the charge at Balaklava!

O the days are gone when beauty bright

O, the French are on the say!

O the gallant fisher's life

O then I see, Queen Mab hath been with you

Mia K P Cigood 199

12

Outstretched beneath the leafy shade K & C. seuchry, 243
Ov all the housen o' the place. 1 Barnet
Over hill, over dale,
Sakespeare

EB ba nung 154
An Frud 17.
Anonym. D

Over the dumb campagna sea
8 Over the river they beckon to me
5960), waly, waly up the bank.
637, 0, weep for Moncontour!
775 "O, what can ail thee, knight at-arms"
2501
"O what is that comes gliding in"

363

O wild west-wind, thou breath.

4

0, will ye choose to hear the news?
() winter! wilt thou never, never go?
N. P. Willis 341 O World! O Life! O Time! .
O ye wha are sae guid yoursel'.
0, young Lochinvar is come out of the west
Sitt

O trifling toys that toss the brains
O unexpected stroke, worse than of death

Thos Davis 126
Mary Hewitt 366
A. B. Meck 406

T Moore
Ånonymous
J. Chalkhill

6091 18

Shakespeare 656
Frances Brown 465
J. W. Watson 251
W. C. Bennett 16
7. R Lowell 130
Barry Cornwall 471
Anonymous 611

167

455
521

O unseen spirit! now a calm divine
Our band is few, but true and tried

Milten
232
John Sterling 299
W. C. Bryant 446
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had

Campbell

lowered. Our Father Land! and wouldst thou know

Our revels now are ended
Out of the bosom of the Air
Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass

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

Samuel Lover 591 |

Peace! let the long procession come
Peace! what can tears avail? .
Philis is my only joy.
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu.
50 Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray

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

O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud

Pack clouds away, and welcome day 7. Heywo
Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully – N. P. Wils
Pauline, by pride
Buiwer Lytion 139
Pause not to dream of the future before us

73

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?

FS Orgood 425

R. H. Studlard 2.3 Barry Corradi za Sir C. Saday Sett

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

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

RH New me
"Praise God from whom all blessings flow ***
Miss M
AL Barband 178
(Translation of Jchn

MT. Van her 100

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E. B. Prowning 112

Shed no tear, O, shed no tear.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways

She is a winsome wee thing

She is not fair to outward view

She moves as light across the grass
Shepherds all, and maidens fair

.

R. Bloomfield 340

I

A. Marvell 324
W. C. Bryant 663
Lord Bristol 326
John Dyer 309
Harrison Weir 344
Montgomery 265
R. W. Raymond 61
Wm. Browne 60 i
Geo. Wither 64

She sits in a fashionable parlor
She stood breast high amid the corn

She walks in beauty, like the night

74
44

Wordsworth

She was a phantom of delight
Shines the last age

43 R. W. Emerson 625 Short is the doubtful empire of the night Thomson

311

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

609

Shut, shut the door, good John!

602

M. F. Tupper 598

John Keats

657 Wordsworth 194 Burns 126 H. Coleridge 48 Miss Mulock

Silent nymph, with curious eye! John Dyer
Since faction ebbs, and rogues grow out of fashion
Dryden
Since our foes to invade us.
Anonymous
Since there's no helpe, come let us kisse and
parte.
M. Drayton 150
Singing through the forests.
7. G. Saxe 744
Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing! T. T. Stoddart 520
Sir Marmaduke was a hearty knight Geo. Colman
756
Sit down, sad soul, and count Barry Cornwall 268
Six skeins and three, six skeins and three Alice Carey

98

Six years had passed, and forty ere the six

Geo. Crabbe Sleek coat, eyes of fire Anonymous Sleep breathes at last from out thee Leigh Hunt Sleep on! and dream of Heaven awhile! Rogers Sleep! The ghostly winds are blowing

.

Beaumont and Fletcher 340
She says, "The cock crows, - hark!" (Chinese)

Sweet and low, sweet and low
Tennyson
Translation of Wm. R. Alger 147 Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain
She shrank from all, and her silent mood

L. E. Landon 215
Stark
728

T. Hood
Byron

Burns
Pope

327

T. Hood

225

T. Nash

Spirit that breathest through my lattice W. C. Bryant 299
Spring it is cheery
Spring, the sweet spring.
St. Agnes' Eve, ah, bitter chill it was John Keats
Stand here by my side and turn, I pray W. C. Bryant 320
Stand! the ground 's your own, my braves!

309
117

226
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15

47

Star of the mead! sweet daughter of the day

62 Summer joys are o'er (Translation of Charles T.
Ludwig Hölty 317

I

Brooks)

283 775

Star that bringest home the bee.
Stay, jailer, stay, and hear my woe!
Stay, lady, stay, for mercy's sake
Still to be neat, still to be drest
Stop, mortal! here thy brother lies
Such were the notes thy once-loved poet sung
Pope

.

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
731 The brilliant black eye

4

John Pierpont 446

367

Dr. Leyden
Campbell 300
Geo. M. Lewis 236
Mrs. Opie 247

Ben Jonson 593
Eben. Elliott 705

Sweetly breathing vernal air

Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade
Cowper
Swiftly walk over the western wave Shelley
735 Sword, on my left side gleaming (Translation of
Charles T. Brooks)
Körner

444

399
703

Take back into thy bosom, earth
B. Simmons
Take one example to our purpose quite Robert Pollok 706
Take, O, take those lips away

145

Shakespeare and John Fletcher 168
Take the open air
Anonymous 415
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean
Tennyson
Longfellow
R. Lovelace
Shakespeare 629
Chas. Mackay 268
E. A. Poe 189
Whittier 567
Tennyson 182
Eben. Elliott 706

Wm. Maginn 42

Goldsmith
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes R. Herrick
Sweet bird! that sing'st away the early hours
W. Drummond 344
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright G. Herbert
Sweeter and sweeter.
7. W. Palmer 23
G. Herbert 273
Wordsworth
7. S. Dwight 419
T. Carew

186

Sweetest Saviour, if my soul

Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Sweet is the pleasure

23

308

.

Tell me not in mournful numbers
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde

Tell me where is fancy bred
Tell me, ye winged winds
Thank Heaven! the crisis

Thanks untraced to lips unknown
That each who seems a separate whole
That Heaven's beloved die early
That I love thee, charming maid

709

7

Slowly thy flowing tide
So all day long the noise of battle rolled Tennyson

Barry Cornwall 172
Southey 612
407

So fallen so lost! the light withdrawn Whittier 713
Softly woo away her breath
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er

That which her slender waist confined Waller
That you have wronged me doth appear in this

Barry Cornwall 179
Scott
374
So many worlds, so much to do
Tennyson 183
Somebody's courting somebody
Anonymous 97
Some of their chiefs were princes of the land

Shakespeare 35
The abbess was of noble blood
Scott
684
The angel of the flowers, one day (Translation)
Dryden
718
Krummacher 365
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
Anonymous
Byron
79
30
Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face
T. Hood
316
H. Bonar 276 The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne
W. M. Praed 560
Shakespeare 558
R. W. Emerson 625 The bell strikes one; we take no note of time
Young
I'll grasp it like a snake
Miss Mulock
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea

The autumn is old

Some years ago, ere time and taste
So nigh is grandeur to our dust
So the truth's out.

616
259

T. Moore

T. Moore

D. G. Rossetti 644
Ralph Hoyt 320
Mrs. Hemans 487

Source immaterial of material naught R. H. Newell
Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!

Mrs. Hemans 461
T. Moore

F. B. Harte

46

545 58

21

302

223

582

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