Shakespeare 150 572 148 530 269 Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow Pope Dark as the clouds of even. 710 Thos. Dibdin 443 G. H. Boker 449 Farewell if ever fondest prayer Far to the right where Apennine ascends Goldsmith Father! thy wonders do not singly stand Jones Very 266 Trans by Abr. Coles, M. D. 262 Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd Ohone! Did your letters pierce the queen 105 Lord Strangford) For Scotland's and for freedom's right B. Barton 228 329 E. B. Browning 192 N. Cotton 135 Burns J.G. Percival 476 | Flung to the heedless winds (Translation of W. J. Congreve 616 Fox). Martin Luther 264 "Fly to the desert, fly with me T. Moore Chas. Lever For aught that ever I could read Shakespeare Shakespeare 233 For England when with favoring gale David Gray 304 For one long term, or ere her trial came Canning Tennyson 304 For Reform we feels too lazy. Punch Thos. Dibdin 479 Does the road wind up-hill all the way? C. G. Rossetti 261 Do we indeed desire the dead Tennyson 183 Down deep in a hollow, so damp Mrs. R. S. Nichols 672 Down in yon garden sweet and gay Anonymous 202 Down the dimpled greensward dancing Geo. Darley Dow's Flat. That 's its name F. B. Harte Do you ask what the birds say? Coleridge Drink to me only with thine eyes (Translation of Ben Jonson). Philostratus 608 P. Fletcher 258 Burns 106 Anonymous 439 702 7. H. Bryant 657 294 316 588 93 Friends! I came not here to talk Full knee deep lies the winter snow Wordsworth 330 Bayard Taylor 71 J. Bowring 278 Shakespeare 656 Tennyson 619 Barry Cornwall 339 R. Herrick 617 C. Sprague 347 H. Fielding 60 Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many a rhymne Gently hast thou told thy message T. Carew Glory to thee, my God, this night J. G. Saxe 742 E. B. Browning 62 God makes sech nights, all white an' still 7. R. Lowell 102 Anonymous 46 God might have bade the earth bring forth 463 Mary Howitt 370 E. B. Browning 110 R. Herrick T. Hood E. Waller 73 600 45 Yet feel that I shall stand 142 Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off Shakespeare 216 Dr. S. Butler 201 Byron Tennyson 186 Halleck 706 Dr. S. Butler 405 Eliza Cook 151 199 594 56 He who hath bent him o'er the dead Shakespeare 618 759 How does the water come down at Lodore? 32 355 58 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways 356 E. B. Browning 111 769 How fine has the day been! how bright was the Watts 168 Green grow the rashes O Happy insect! ever blest . Shelley 342 343 sun! How happy is he born and taught. How many thousand of my poorest subjects R. Browning 640 How poor, how rich, how abject, how august Happy insect, what can be (Translation of Abraham Happy the man, whose wish and care Pope How sleep the brave, who sink to rest How sweet it was to breathe that cooler air How sweet the answer echo makes Shakespeare 344 314 Sir H. Wotton 57: Barry Cornwall 128 Shakespeare 376 Young 589 574 429 55 I have swung for ages to and fro R. W. Raymond 653 I sing about a subject now I heard the trailing garments of the night Longfellow Coleridge 643 W. S. Landor 678 Sir J. Suckling 47 T. Hood C. Patmore 19 78 O. W. Holmes 225 J.G C. Brainard 57 London Diogenes 766 I in these flowery meads would be 1. Walton 304 I sing of a shirt that never was new! I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 748 I love, and have some cause Whittier 360 Tennyson 182 C. Swain 283 708 252 I loved a lass, a fair one. I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone I love thee, love thee, Giulio! W. S. Landor 200 233 P. P. Cooke I thought our love at full, but I did err 7. R. Lowell 127 O. W. Holmes 356 G. Herbert G H. Clark 745 B. Browning nature Milton 638 It was a dreary day in Padua Wordsworth 442 42 It was a summer evening In a dirty old house lived a dirty old man Anonymous 157 W. G. Simms 360 E. B. Browning 20 Music, when soft voices die My beautiful, my beautiful! O. W. Holmes 568 | My chaise the village inn did gain Little Gretchen, little Gretchen wanders Anonymous 249 My boat is on the shore Little I ask; my wants are few Bayard Taylor 108 Shelley 585 C. E. Norton 517 Byron 708 Anonymous 246 631 O gentle, gentle summer rain. Bennett 607 Watts 271 My love he built me a bonnie bower Anonymous My love in her attire doth show her wit My name is Norval: on the Grampian 7. R. Lowell My native land, thy Puritanic stock O God, methinks, it were a happy life Shakespeare 135 My true love hath my heart, and I have his My voice is still for war Needy knife-grinder! whither are you going? Never any more Mary Queen of Hungary 262. Sir Ph. Sidney 57 435 G. Canning 726 O, go not yet, my love 571 275 T. Hood 758 85 Anonymous 176 Shakespeare 595 Gerald Massey 124 Faber 284 Shakespeare 578 No sun no moon! Southey T. Hood 482 O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease Rogers 531 634 No single virtue we could most commend Dryden Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note Chas. Wolfe 717 Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 767 Not only we, the latest seed of Time Tennyson Milton Now has the lingering month at last gone by 10 O, luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen O Marcius, Marcius 53 51 Burns 144 A. Cunningham 127 |