The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by

The moon it shines

Chas. T. Brooks 6
Jones V'ery 325 The moon 's on the lake, and the mist 's on the brae
The careful hen


The casiled crag of Drachenfels Byron 331 The more we live, more brief appear Campbell 611
The cock is crowing

Wordsworth 307 The morning dawned full darkly W.E. Aytoun 177 The conet ! he is on his way 0.W'. Hoimes 757 The Moth's kiss, first!

R. Broning 80 The conference-meeting through at last E.C. Stedman 619 The Muse's fairest light in no dark time Cleveland 701 The curfew tolls the knell of parting day

Then before all they stand, the holy vow Rogers 125

T. Gray 219 The night comes stealing o'er me (Transiation of The day is cold, and dark, and dreary Longfellow 228

Charles G. Leland)

Heinrih Heine 670 The day returns, my bosom burns Burns 127 The night is late, the house is still 11. Palmer 173 The dew was falling fasi, the stars began to blink

The night was winter in his roughest mood Corner 318

I'ordsworth 13 Then took the generous host Bayard Tayl » 36 4 The dreamy rhymer's measured snore W. S. Landor 701 The ocean at the bidding of the moon C. Tennyson 320) The dule 's i' this bonnet omine Edwin Waugh 79 The old mavor climbed the belfry tower Jear ingelow 203 The elder folk shook hands at last Whittier 285 The path by which we twain did go Tennyson 37 The Emperor Nap, he would set out Southey 402 The play is done, the curtain drops Thixhenay 253 The face of all the world is changed, I think

The poetry of earth is never dead John Keats T. B. Browning 110 The point of honor has been deemed of use Corper

5) The face which, duly as the sun E. B. Browning 218 The quality of mercy is not strained Shakespeare 574 The Fallen looked on the world and sneered

The rain-drops plash, and the dead leaves fall Sarah E. Carmichael 654 (Translation).

Gautier The farmer's wife sat at the door Anonymous 199 There all the happy souls that ever were Ben Jonson The fifth day of May John Hedges 736 There also was a Nun, a Prioress Chaucer

559 The fire of love in youthful blood Earl of Dorset 56 There are gains for all our losses R. H. Stoddard 27 The first time that the sun rose on thine oath

There are a number of us creep Watts

5)3 E. B. Browning in There are some hearts like wells Caroline S Sterier 5 13 The forward violet thus did I chide Shakespeare 41 There are who say the lover's heart Th. Herrey 121 The fountains mingle with the river Shelley

57 There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night


457 Vliss Gould 633 | There is a calm for those who weep Montgomery 187 The frugal snail, with forecast of repose Lamb


There is a dungeon in whose dim drear light The gale that wrecked you on the sand Emerson 625

Byron The glories of our birth and state Jas. Shirley 187 There is a flower, a little flower Monigomery 368 The gorse is yellow on the heath Charlotte Smith 346 There is a garden in her face


39 The gray sea and the long black land R. Brozoning 85 There is a glorious City in the Sea Kogers 531 The groves were God's first temples W.C. Bryant 358 , There is a green island in lone Gougaune Barra The half-seen memories of childish days A. De Vere 32

7. 7. Callana: 456 The harp that once through Tara's halls T. Moore 455 There is a land, of every land the pride Montgomery 426 The heath this night must be my bed Scott 144 There is a land of pure delight

266 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! Watts 282 There's a land that bears a world-known name The hollow winds begin to blow Anonymous 313

Elisa Cook

443 The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Byron 464 | There is an hour of peaceful rest II. B. Tappis 267 The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods Byron Thomas Ingoldshy, Esq. 752 There is a Reaper whose name is Death Longfelloev 184 The jester shook his hood and bells G. W. Thornbury 618 There is a ride in the affairs of men Shaksfiare 575 The keener tempests rise; and suming dun Thomson 319 There is no flock, however watched and tended The kiss, dear maid, thy lip has left Byron


Longfellate 175 The Lady Jane was tall and slim

There lived a singer in France, of old A. C. Swinburne 155 Thomas Ingollsby, Esq. 755 There lived in Goihic days, as legends tell The laird o' Cockpen he's proud and he's great


537 Lady Nairn 103 There never yet was flower fair in vain 7. R. Losuell 127 The lark sings for joy in her own loved land

There's a grim one-horse hearse Thos. Noel

252 Anonym 0118 354' There's a rustling in the rushes

RW. Raymond 731 The latter rain, - it falls in anxious haste youes l'ery 316 There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen The lion is the desert's king Ferdinand Freiligrath 339


159 The little brown squirrel hops in the com

There's no dew left on the daisies and clover
R. H. Newell 775

jean Ingelow 14 The little gate was reached at la-t 7. R. Lowell 96 There the most daintie paradise on ground The Lord my pasture shall prepare Addison 283

Spenser 635 The maid, and thereby hangs a tale Sir 7. Suckling 124 There was a jovial beggar

Anonymous The maid who binds her warrior's sash T. B. Read 429 There was a sound of revelry by night Byron The melancholy days are come W.C. Bryant 370 | There was a time when meadow. grove Il'ordsworth 4,22 The merry brown hares came leaping Ckas. Kingsley 198 There was music on the midnight

Vys. Hemins 214 The merry, merry lark was up and singing

There were three sailors of Bristol City Thackery

Chas. K’ingsley 210 The road was lone : the grass was dank 1. B. Read The midges dance aboon the burn.

R. Tannahill 299
The rose is fairest when 'r is budding new Scott

305 The might of one fair face sublimes my love (Trans The rose looks out in the valley (Translation of lation of J. E. Taylor)

M1. Angelo
43 John Bowring)

Gil luonte 348 The minstrel boy to the war is gone T. Moore 455 | The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways It''. C. Bryant 470 The mistletoe hung in the castle hall T. H. Bayly 205 The sea, the sea, the open sea Barry Cornwall 469 The moon had climbed the highest bill John Lowe The seraph Abdiel, faithful found Bilion





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These are thy glorious works, Parent of Good

Thou alabaster relic! while I hold Horace Smith

544 Milton 261 . Thou art gone to the grave

Bishop Ileber 180 These, as they change, Almighty Father, these

Thou art, O God, the life and light T. Moore 281

Thomson 321 Thou blossom, bright with autumn dew W.C. Bryant 365 The shades of eve had crossed the glen S. Ferguson Though the hills are cold and snowy

H. B. Stowe 534 The shadows lay along Broadway N. P. Willis 223 Though the mills of God grind slowly Longfellow 615 The silly lambs to-day

R. Baxter 259 Thought is deeper than all speech C. P. Cranch 566 The snow had begun in the gloaming 7. R. Lowell 184 Though when other maids stand by Chas, Sevain 110 The soul of music slumbers in the shell Rogers 585 Thou happy, happy elf!.

T. Hood

7 The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise

Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanic
E. B. Browning no

A. Cunningham 121
The spacious firmament on high . A. Mariell 280 Thou lingering star, with lessening ray Burns
The spearmen heard the bugle sound W.R. Spencer 515 Thou still unravished bride of quietness John Keats 634
The spice-tree lives in the garden green John St rling 657 Tho, when as all things readie were aright
The splendor falls on castle walls Tennyson 331

Spenser 636 The stay at eve had drunk his fill Scott 515 Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream John Logan The stig too, singled from the herd Thomson

514 Three lishers went sailing out into the west The stars are forth, the moon above the tops

Chas. Kingsley 483 Byron

532 Three poets, in three distant ages born Dryden 701 The stately homes of England Mrs. Hemans 137 Three students were travelling over the Rhine The storm is out; the land is roused Translation of

(Translation of J. S. Dwight). Uhland Charles T. Brooks)



Three years she grew in sun and shower l'ordsworth
The summer and autumn had been so wet Southey 688 Through her forced, abnormal quiet C. G. Halpine 77
The suminer sun is failing soft

Thos. Davis 687 | Through life's vapors dimly seeing Conder
The summer sun was sinking
Yohn Anster 668 Timely blossom, Infant fair

d. Phillips 7 The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond 'Tis a dozen or so of years ago . Anonymous 768

R. Tannahill


'Tis a fearful night in the winter time C.G. Eastman 320 The sun is warm, the sky is clear Shelley 228 | 'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white The sunlight fils the trembling air . E. C. Stedman 371

Shakespeare 39 The sun isht glitters keen and bright


'Tis believed that this harp

T. Moore

172 The sun tu in night

P. Frenean

'Tis done, - but yesterday a king! Byron

711 The sun shines bright in our old Kentucky home

'Tis midnight: on the mountains brown Byron

400 Anonymous 148 'T is morning; and the sun with ruddy orb The sun sinks softly to his evening post R. H. Newell 775

Corper 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


154.' 'Tis night, when Meditation bids us feel Byron 303 The time hath laid his mantle by Charles of Orleans 305, 'Tis over; and her lovely cheek is now Rogers 677 The wanton troopers, riding by



the sultry tyrant of the South
The warm sun is failing
Shelley 316

A. L. Barbauld 315 The warrior bowed his crested head Mrs. Hemins 213 'Tis sweet to hear

Byron 593 The waters purled, the waters swelled (Translation 'T is sweet to view, from half past five to six of Charles T. Brooks) Goethe 670

James Smith 771 The weather leach of the topsail shivers C. Tharter

'Tis the last rose of summer

T. Moore 365
The wind blew wide the casement H.G. Simms 599 ’T is the middle watch of a summer's night
The winter being over
Ann Collins 306

7. R. Drake 658 The wisest of the wise .

II. S. Landor 608 | 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved Byron 229 The word of the Lord by night R. W. Emerson 460 To be, or not to be, - that is the question The world is too much with us Il'ordsworth 297

Shakespeare 216 They are all gone into the world of light H. Vaughan 183 To clothe the fiery thought

R. W' Emerson 625 They are dying ! they are dying ! Mac-Carthy 457 To gild refined gold, to paint the lily Shakespeare 575 They come! the merry summer months

To heaven approached a Sufi saint (Translation of I'. Mother vell 310 William R. Alger)

Pschellaleddin Rumi 262 The

year stood at its equinox . C. G. Rossetti 44 'To him who, in the love of Nature, holds They fain would sally forth, but he (Translation)

Il'. C. Bryant 621 Anonymous 410 Toil on! toil on! ye ephemeral train L. H. Sigourney 475 They made her a grave too cold and damp




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Toll for the brave

Cowper T. Moore 643 Toll for the dead, toll, toll: R.R. Poruker 541 They tell me I am shrewd with other men

Toll! Roland, toll!

Tho, Ti?ter 540 Julia Ward Howe 36 To make my lady's obsequies (Translation of Henry They waked me from my sleep L. H. Sigourney 194

F. Cary)

Charles of Orleans 190 The young May moon is beaming, love T. Moore 70 To make this condiment your poet begs Sidney Smith 562 Think not I love him, though I ask for him

To men of other minds my fancy flies Goldsmith

530 Shakespeare 64 Too late I stayed, - forgive the crime ! This book is all that's left me now G. P. Morris 178

W. R. Spencer 614 This is the forest primeval Longfellow 548 Torches were blazing clear

Mrs. Hemans 212 This life, sae far 's I understand Burns 61 T'other day as I was twining Leigh Hunt 66 This region, surely, is not of the earth Rogers 535 To the sound of timbrels sweet

H. H. Wilman 124 This was the ruler of the land

Geo. Croly
43° To weary hearts, to mourning homes Il'hittier

179 This way the noise was, if mine ear be true

To write a verse or two is all the praise Gro. Herbert 269

Milton 637 Tread softly, – bow the head Caroline Bowles 252 Those evening bells ! those evening bells !

Trembling, before thine awful throne

T. Hillhouse 277 T. Moore 228 , Trochee trips from long to short. Coleridge 562




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Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel

Tennyson 591 What hope is there for modern rhyme Tennyson 183 Turn, turn, for my cheeks they burn Sydney Dobell 94 What is death? "T is to be free . George Croly 613 'T was all prepared ; - and from the rock Scott 394 What is the existence of man's life? Henry King 253 'T was at the royal feast, for Persia won Dryden 585

What is the little one thinking about? 3.G. Holland 3 "T was in the prime of summer time T. Hood 697 What's fame? - a fancied life in other's breath 'T was late in the autumn of '53 Anonymous 761


594 ’T was morn, and beautiful the mountain's brow

What shall I do with all the days and hours
W. L. Bowles 332

F.A. Kem'le 157 'T was on the shores that round our coast W. S. Gilbert 735 What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod 'T was the night before Christmas C. C. Moore 632

Campbell 606 'T was whispered in heaven and muttered in hell

What, was it a dream ? am I all alone S. T. Blon 382

Miss Fanshawe 591 What would you have, you curs . Shakespeare 601 Two barks met on the deep mid-sea Mrs Hemans 34 Wheel me into the sunshine

Sydney Dobell 242 Two hands upon the breast

Miss Mulock 177 When a' ither bairnies are hushed to their hame Two pilgrims from the distant plain Mac-Carthy 66


19 Two went to pray? O, rather say Richard Crashaw 259 When all thy mercies, O my God! Adilison 279 Under a spreading chestnut-tree. Longfellow 419

Whenas in silks my Julia goes .

R. Herrick Under my window, under my window T. Westwood Whenas the Palmer came in hall. Scott

237 Underneath the sod low-lying .

7. T. Fields 190 When Britain first, at Heaven's command Thomson Underneath this sable hearse

Ben Jonson
709 Whence could arise this mighty critic Churchill

703 Under the greenwood tree

Shakespeare 325 When chapman billies leave the street Burns 638 Untremulous in the river clear J. R. Lowell 313 When chill November's surly blast Burns Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb



When Delia on the plain appears Lord Lyttelton 55 Up from the meadows rich with corn Whittier 448 When descends on the Atlantic . Longfellow 473 Up from the South at break of day T. B. Read


Whene'er with haggard eyes I view Geo. Canning 726 Up! quit thy bower!

Joanna Baillie 68 When first I saw sweet Peggy Samuel Lover 51 Up springs the lark

341 When first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond Up the airy mountain W. Allingham 667

C. E. Norton Up the dale and down the bourne

Geo. Darley 311

When Freedom, from her mountain height
Up the streets of Aberdeen


7.R. Drake 447 Vital spark of heavenly flame!


262 When gathering clouds around I view Sir R. Grant 274 Waken, lords and ladies


When God at first made man

Geo, Herbert 591
Wall, no; I can't tell where he lives
John Hay When icicles hang by the wall

Shakespeare 319

740 Warsaw's last champion from her height surveyed

When I consider how my light is spent Milton 265 Campbell

When I do count the clock that tells the time

452 Wave after wave successively rolls on Tuckerman

Shakespeare 617 We are two travellers, Roger and I 7. T. Trowbridge 417

When in the chronicle of wasted time Shakespeare Weehawken! In thy mountain scenery yet

When in the storm on Albion's coast. R. S. Sharpe 481 Halleck

When Jordan hushed his waters still Campbell 272 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower Burns

When leaves grow sear all things take sombre hue Weep ye no more, sad fountains ! 7. Dowland 575

Anonymous 315 Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie Burns

When Love with unconfinéd wings Col. R. Lovelace 48 340

When maidens such as Hester die . Chas. Lamb 194 Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town W. Miller 5 Welcome, maids of honor !

R. Herrick


When Music, heavenly maid, was young Wm. Collins 87 Welcome, welcome, do I sing.

W m. Browne 40
When o'er the mountain steeps .

Rose Terry

293 We parted in silence, we parted by night

When on my bed the moonlight falls Tennyson
Mrs. Crawford 151
When shall we all meet again

Anonymous 225 Were I as base as is the lowly plain 5. Sylvester 115

When that my mood is sad and in the noise

W.G. Simms 329 Werther had a love for Charlotte Thackeray 764

When the black-lettered list to the gods was preWe sat by the fisher's cottage (Translation of Charles


Heinrih Heine 529 G. Leland)

W'. R. Spencer 125

When the British warrior queen Cowper 435 We scatter seeds with careless hand

John Keble

574 We stood upon the ragged rocks

W.B. Glazier 300
When the hounds of spring

A. C. Swinburne 305 We talked with open heart and tongue Wordsworth

When the hours of day are numbered Longfellau 177

We the fairies blithe and antic (Translation of Leigh
T. Randolph 655 When the lamp is shattered

Shelley 167 We walked along, while bright and red lordsworth 193 When the sheep are in the fauld Lady Arne Barnard 158 We watched her breathng through the night T. Hood 158 When the showery vapors gather

Coates Kinney 592 We were crowded in the cabin 7. T. Field's 481 When the Sultan Shab-Zaman

T. B. Aldriik 107 We were not many, — we who stood C. F. Hoffman 406 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought We wreathed about our darling's head M. W. Lowvell 210

Shakespeare 34 What a moment, what a doubt!. Anonymous 763 When we two parted


150 What, and how great the virtue and the art

Thos. Parnell 77 Lines and Couplets from Pope 625 Where are the swallows fled?

When your beauty appears

Miss Procter 348 What bird in beauty, flight, or song Montgomery 705 Whereas, on certain boughs and sprays Brownell 758 What change has made the pastures sweet

Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
Jean Ingelow 93

Coleridge 385
What constitutes a state ?
Sir W. Jones 459 Where music dwells

Wordsworth 595 What different dooms our birthdays bring!

Where noble Grafton spreads his rich domains
T. Hood

R. Bloomfield 422 What hid'st thou in thy treasure caves and cells?

Where, O, where are the visions of morning?
Mrs. Hemans 477

0. W. Holmes 725











Where shall the lover rest

172 With sorrow and heart's distress Milton

233 Where the bee sucks, there suck I Shakespeare 656 With that he fell upon the old man's neck


403 Whether with reason or with instinct blest Pope

595! Which is the wind that brings the cold? E.C. Stedman 334 Woodman, spare that tree !

G. P. Vorris 28 Which I wish to remark Francis Bret Harte 728 Word was brought to the Danish king C. E. Norton 207 While Laura thus was seen, and seeing, smiling

Wouldst thou hear what man can say Ben Jonson 709 Byron 498 Would

ye be taught, ye feathered throng Shakespeare 701 While on the cliff with calm delight she kneels (Trans Would you know why I summoned you tgether? lation of Samuel Rogers) Leonidas of Alexandria 13

7. H. Payne 643 Whilom by siiver Thanes's gentle strean M. Akerside 737 Year after year unto her feet. Tennyson

116 Whither, midst falling dew.

W.C. Bryant 353 Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams W.M. Praed 86 Whoe'er she be

R. Crashaw 6) Ye banks and braes and streams around Burns Whoever fights, whoever falls R. W. Emerson 625 Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon Burns

158 Who has not dreamed a world of bliss Wm. Howitt 312 Ye little snails.

Anonymous 357 Who has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere

Ye mariners of England

T. Moore
337 Ye overseers and reviewers


734 Who'll press for gold this crowded street ? Anonymous 621 Ye


who rule the tongue Cowper 594 Why, lovely charmer, tell me why Anonymous 47 “Yes," I answered you last night E. B. Browning 63 Why should this desert silent be? Shakespeare 38 Yes! there are real mourners

Geo. Crabbe

152 Why sits she thus in solitude ? A. B. Welby 620 Ye who would have your features florid Horace Smith 415 Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Sir 7. Suckling 169 You beils in the steeple

Jean lngelow 541 Why ihus longing, thus forever sighing H. Winslow 583 “You have heard,” said a youth Robert Story 81 Widow Machree, it's no wonder you frown

You know we French stormed Ratisbon R. Browning 398

Samuel Lover 75 You may give over plough, boys Sydney Dobell 226 Willie, fold your little hands . Miss Mulock 156 You meaner beauties of the night. Sir H. Wotton 41 Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day Shakespeare 147 You must wake and call me early Tennyson 239 With awful walls, far glooming, that possessed

Young Ben he was a nice young man T. Hood 746

Leigh Hunt 384 “Young, gay, and fortunate !” Each yields a
With deep affection

Father Pront 540

With fingers weary and worn .

T. Hood 248 Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn Within the sober realm of leafless trees T. B. Read


Samuel Lover 107 With little here to do or see

Wordsworth 367 Your horse is faint, my king, my lord 7. G. Lockhart 404 With silent awe I hail the sacred morp Dr. J. Leyden 295 | Your wedding-ring wears thin, dear wife W. C Bennett 129

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