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Say, ye that know, ye who have felt R. Bloomfield 34o Spirit that breathest through my lattice W. C. Bryant 299

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Shall I love thee like the wind, love R. W. Raymond 61 Star of the mead I sweet daughter of the day
Shall I tell you whom I love? - Wom. A rozwne 60 Dr. Leyden 367

Shall I, wasting in despair - - . Geo. Wither
Shame upon thee, savage monarch-man
M. F. Tu/Aer
Shed no tear, O, shed no tear . - john Keats
She dwelt among the untrodden ways H ordsworth
She is a winsome wee thing - . Burns
She is not fair to outward view - As. Coderidge
She moves as light across the grass Miss Mułock
Shepherds all, and maidens fair
Beaumont and Fletcher
She says, “The cock crows, – hark l’’ (Chinese)
Translation of Wm. R. A 'ger
She shrank from all, and her silent mood
I. E. Landon
She sits in a fashionable parlor . . Stark
She stood breast high amid the corn T. Hood
She walks in beauty, like the night Byron
She was a phantom of delight Ji'oroszoorth
Shines the last age . - . R. W. Emerson
Short is the doubtful empire of the night Thomson

Should auld acquaintance be forgot Burns
Shut, shut the door, good John I Pope
Silent nymph, with curious eye 5.ohn Dyer
Since faction ebbs, and rogues grow out of fashion
Dryden
Since our foes to invade us . - . A mons mous

Since there 's no helpe, – come let us kisse and
parte . - - - . M. Drayton
Singing through the forests. . . 9. G. Sare

Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing ! T. T. Stoddart 520

Sir Marmaduke was a hearty knight Geo. Colman

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62 Summer joys are o'er (Translation of Charles T.
Brooks) - - - - . Ludwig Hölty 317
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Sweet and low, sweet and low . . Tennyson 7
147 | Sweet Auburn loveliest village of the plain
- Goldsmith 545
215 Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes R. Herrick 58
728 Sweet bird that sing'st away the early hours
74 Jo'. Drummond 344
44 Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright G. Herbert 186
43 Sweeter and sweeter . - - . 7. W. Palmer 23
625 Sweetest Saviour, if my soul . - G //erbert 273
311 Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower Wordsworth 23
600 Sweet is the pleasure - - - 3. S. 12-wight 419
602 Sweetly breathing vernal air . . Z. Carew 308
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade

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15o Take one example to our purpose quite Robert Pollok 706 744 Take, O, take those lips away

Shakespeare and Yoho; Fetcher 163 756 Take the open air - - - . Anonymous 415

Sit down, sad soul, and count Aarry Cornwall 268 Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean
Six skeins and three, six skeins and three A lice Carey 98 - Tennyson 223
Six years had passed, and forty ere the six Tell me not in mournful numbers Zongo'ow 583
Geo. Crače 226 Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde R. Love/ace 145
Sleek coat, eyes of fire - - . Anonymous 6 Tell me where is fancy bred - Shakes/eare 629
Sleep breathes at last from out thee Aleigh Hunt 15 Tell me, ye wingéd winds - - Chas. A/rckay 268
Sleep on 1 and dream of Heaven awhile ! Rogers 47 Thank Heaven: the crisis - F. A. Poe 189
Sleep! — The ghostly winds are blowing Thanks untraced to lips unknown lf offer 567
Aarry Cornwall 172 . That each who seems a separate whole Tennyson 182
Slowly thy flowing tide . - - Southey 612 That Heaven's beloved die early F#en. E//iott 706
So all day long the noise of battle rolled Tennyson 407 That I love thee, charming maid Hon. J/assinn 42
So fallen so lost the light withdrawn Whizzier 713
Softly woo away her breath Barry Cornwall 179 That which her slender waist confined Ho-> so
Soldier, rest thy warfare o'er - Scott 374 That you have wronged me doth appear in this
So many worlds, so much to do . . Tennyson 183 Shakespeare 35
Somebody's courting somebody A nonymous 97 The abbess was of noble blood . . Scott 684
Some of their chiefs were princes of the land The angel of the flowers, one day (Translation)
Dryden 718 A rum macher 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 . . A monymous 79 Byron 3So
Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face The autumn is old . - - - 7. //oct/ 316
As. Bomar 276 The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne
Some years ago, ere time and taste W. M. Praed 560 Shakespeare 558
So nigh is grandeur to our dust R. PP. A. merson 625 The bell strikes one ; we take no note of time
So the truth 's out. I’ll grasp it like a snake P'oung 616
Miss Mułock 165 The bird let loose in eastern skies T. A foore 259
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea The blessed damozel leaned out I). G. Rossetti 644
T. Moore 283 The blessed morn has come again Ra'ah Hoyt 320
Source immaterial of material naught R. H. Mewell 775 The boy stood on the burning deck . Mrs. Herman, 187
Speak, O man, less recent Fragmentary fossii The breaking waves dashed high A/rs //emran's 461
A. B. Aarte 731 The brilliant black eye . - - T. Moore 46

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The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by

Jones P'ery 325 The careful hen . - - - Thomson 341 The castled crag of Drachenfels . Byron 331 The cock is crowing - - - JP'ordsworth 307

The comet he is on his way . . O. J. . //comes 757 The conference-meeting through at last E. C. Stedman 619 The curfew tolls the kncil of parting day

T. Gray 219 The day is sold, and dark, and dreary Long/ellow 228 The day returns, my boson burns Burns 127 The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink

Js ord'szworth 13

The dreamy rhymer’s measured snore W. S. Landor 701
The dule 's i' this bonnet o' mine Edwin is augh 79
The elder folk shook hands at last ls hittier 285
The Emperor Nap, he would set out Southey 492
The face of all the world is changed, I think
/... B. Browning 11o
The face which, duly as the sun A. B. Browning 218
The Fallen looked on the world and sneered
Sarah E. Carmichael 654
The farmer's wife sat at the door - 4 ozonymous 199
The fifth day of May . - - john A/edges 736
The fire of love in youthful blood . Earl of Dorse: 56
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
A. B. Browning 111

The forward violet thus did I chide Shakes/eare 41
The fountains mingle with the river She'ey 57
The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night
A1 iss Gould 633
The frugal snail, with forecast of repose Lamb 7.59
The gale that wrecked you on the sand Emerson 625
The glories of our birth and state jas. Shirley 187

The gorse is yellow on the heath Charlotte Smith 346 The gray sea and the long black land R. Browning 85 The groves were God's first temples M'. C. Bryant 35S

The half-seen memories of childish days A. De l'ere 32
The harp that once through Tara's halls T. Moore 455
The heath this night must be my bed Scott 144
The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! Watts 282
The hollow winds begin to blow Anonymous 313
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece' Byron 464

The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair
Thomas Ingola'shy, Esq. 752
The jester shook his hood and bells G. H. 1 hornbury 618
The keener tempests rise: and fuming dun Thomson 319
The kiss, dear maid, thy lip has left Byron 144
The Lady Jane was tall and slim
Thomas Ingolfsky, Esq.
The laird o’ Cockpen he's proud and he's great
Alao'y Wairn
The lark sings for joy in her own loved land
A stonymorts
The latter rain, – it falls in anxious haste Jones I ery
The lion is the desert's king Perdinan." A reisis rath
The little brown squirrel hops in the corn
R. H. Wewell 775
The little gate was reached at last 7. R. Lowell 96
The Lord my pasture shall prepare A dańson 283
The maid, and thereby hangs a tale Sir J. Stocłłing 124
The maid who binds her warrior's sash T. B. Read 429
The melancholy days are come Jo’. C. Bryant 370 |
The merry brown hares came leaping Chas. A'ingsley 198
The merry, merry lark was up and singing
Chas. Kings/ey 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) . - A/. Angelo 43
The minstrel boy to the war is gone T. J/oore 45.5
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall T. H. Bayly 205
The moon had climbed the highest hill John Lowe 202

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They waked me from my sleep M. H. Sigourney 194 The young May moon is beaming, love T. J/oore 7o Think not I love him, though I ask for him

Shakes/care 64 This book is all that 's left me now G. P. Morris 178 This is the forest primeval . - Mongfellow 548 This life, sae far 's I understand . Burns 611 This region, surely, is not of the earth Rogers 536 This was the ruler of the land Geo. Crosy 439 This way the noise was, if mine ear be true

J/t/fore 637 Those evening bells those evening bells

T. Moore 228

261 Thou art gone to the grave

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Thought is deeper than all speech
Though when other maids stand by Chas. Swain 11o
Thou happy, happy elf!. 1. Hood 7
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie
A. Cunninghamt 121

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Cort'Aer 3.18

'T is much immortal beauty to admire Lord Thurloto 566
'T is night, when Meditation bids us feel Byron 303
'T is over; and her lovely cheek is now Rogers 677
'T is past, — the sultry tyrant of the South
A. L. Farlated 315
'T is sweet to hear . - - Ayront 583
'T is sweet to view, from half past five to six
Şames Smith 771
'T is the last rose of summer . . T. J.Moore 365
'T is the middle watch of a summer's night
3. R. Drake 658

'T is time this heart should be unmoved Byron 229
To be, or not to be, – that is the question
Shakes/eare 216

To clothe the fiery thought R. 14' somerson 625
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily Shakespeare 575
To heaven approached a Sufi saint (Translation of
William R. Alger) ... /) sches/tleddin Rumi 262
To him who, in the love of Nature, holds
If C. Bryant 621
Toil on toil on ye ephemeral train L. H. Sigourney 475
Toll for the brave - - - . Cow/or 484
Toll for the dead, toll, toll " . R. R. Portoer 541
Toll Roland, toll ! . - - Theo. 7 inton 540
To make my lady's obsequies (Translation of Henry
F. Cary) - Charles of Orleans too
To make this condiment your poet begs Sidney Smith 562
To men of other minds my fancy flies Goldsmith 539
Too late I stayed, - forgive the crime !
H'. R. Saencer 617
Msrs. Ayerzarts 212
Ileigh //unt 66

Torches were blazing clear . .

T’ other day as I was twining . .
To the sound of timbrels sweet . H. H. .7//man 124
To weary hearts, to mourning homes H hittier 179
To write a verse or two is all the praise Gro. A/eroert 26:
Tread softly, - bow the head Caroline Bowles 252
Trembling, before thine awful throne T. Pfis/house 277
Trochee trips from long to short . Coleridge 562

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel Tennyson 591
Turn, turn, for my cheeks they burn . Sydney Dobel/ 94
*T was all prepared; — and from the rock Scott 394
'T was at the royal feast, for Persia won Dryden 585
'T was in the prime of summer time 7. //coa/ 697
'T was late in the autumn of '53 Anonymous 761
*T was morn, and beautiful the mountain s brow
JP'. L. Bowles 332
*T was on the shores that round our coast W. S. Gilbert 735
*T was the night before Christmas . C. C. Moore 632
'T was whispered in heaven and muttered in hell
A/iss Fanshawe 591
Two barks met on the deep mid-sea 4/rs //emans 34
Two hands upon the breast . - Miss Mulock 177
Two pilgrims from the distant plain Mac-Carthy 66
Two went to pray ? O, rather say Richard Crashaw 259
Under a spreading chestnut-tree. Long/e//ow 419
Under my window, under my window 7", 11 estwood 12
Underneath the sod low-lying . - 3. T. Field's 190
Underneath this sable hearse . . Ben Jonson 709
Under the greenwood tree . . Shakespeare 325
Untremulous in the river clear . . J. R. Lowell 313
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb . Watts 175
Up from the meadows rich with corn Ji hittier 448
Up from the South at break of day T. B. Read 449
Up quit thy bower Joanna Baillie 68
Up springs the lark . - - Thomson 341
Up the airy mountain . . . W. Allingham 667
Up the dale and down the bourne Geo. Darley 311
Up the streets of Aberdeen . - . 14'hittier 377
Vital spark of heavenly flame ! - Pope 262
Waken, lords and ladies gay . . Scott 513
Wall, no; I can't tell where he lives john Hay 740
Warsaw's last champion from her height surveyed
- Campbell 452
Wave after wave successively rolls on Tuckerman 622
We are two travellers, Roger and I 3. T. Z rozwóriage 417

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Welcome, welcome, do I sing. - Wm. Browne 4o
We parted in silence, we parted by night
Mrs. Crazyford 151
Were I as base as is the lowly plaia 9. Sy/vester 115
Werther had a love for Charlotte Thackeray 764
We sat by the fisher's cottage (Translation of Charles
G. Leland) - - . Heinri, h Heine 529
We scatter seeds with careless hand . 9ohn Keble 574
We stood upon the ragged rocks JP. B. Glazier 3oo
We talked with open heart and tongue Wordsworth 33
We the fairies blithe and antic (Translation of Leigh
Hunt) . - - - - . T. Randoah 655
We walked along, while bright and red H ordsworth 193
We watched her breathing through the night T. Hood iss
We were crowded in the cabin . J. T. Field's 48.1
We were not many, - we who stood C. F. Hoffman 406
We wreathed about our darling's head M. 14'. Lowell 210
What a moment, what a doubt . Anonymous 763
What, and how great the virtue and the art
Lines and Couplets from Pože 625
What bird in beauty, flight, or song Montgomery 705
What change has made the pastures sweet
jean Ingelow 93
What constitutes a state? . - Sir H^. Jones 459
What different dooms our birthdays bring !
T. Ayoor” 244
What hid'st thou in thy treasure caves and cells?
Mrs. Hemans 477

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When we two parted . - -
When your beauty appears . -
Where are the swallows fled? Jsiss Practer 348
Whereas, on certain boughs and sprays Brownell 753
Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn 2

Coleridge 3S5 Where music dwells . - H ordsworth 585 Where noble Grafton spreads his rich domains

R. Bloomfield 422 Where, O, where are the visions of morning?

O. J.P. Hø/rotes 725

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 789

Where shall the lover rest - - Scott 172 . With sorrow and heart's distress Milton 233 Where the bee sucks, there suck I ShakesAcare 656 With that he fell upon the old man's neck

Southey 403

Whether with reason or with instinct blest Pope 595
Which is the wind that brings the cold 2 E. C. Stedman 334
Which I wish to remark . Francis Bret Harte 728
While Laura thus was seen, and seeing, smiling

Byron
While on the cliff with calm delight she kneels (Trans-

lation of Samuel Rogers) Leonidas of .4 fe-randria 13

Whilom by silver Thames's gentle stream .]/. A kerosiate 737
Whither, midst falling dew. . . H^. C. Bryant 353
Whoe'er she be - - - - R. Crashaw 69
Whoever fights, whoever falls . . R. H.". A merson 625
Who has not dreamed a world of bliss Hon. Howitt 312
Who has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere

T. Moore 337
Who'll press for gold this crowded street 2 Amonymous 6.21
Why, lovely charmer, tell me why . A nonymous 47
Why should this desert silent be? . ShakesAeare 38
Why sits she thus in solitude 2 A. B. H. eddy 62o
Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Sir 7. Stackling 169
Why thus longing, thus forever sighing A. Winslow 583
Widow Machree, it 's no wonder you frown

Samuel Lozier 75

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Willie, fold your little hands . Miss Mudock 156

Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day Shakespeare 147

With awful walls, far glooming, that possessed
Leigh //und 384

With deep affection . . Father Profit 540
With fingers weary and worn . T. Ayoocy 248
Within the sober realm of leafless trees T. B. Read 548
With little here to do or see Wordsworth 367

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Bawn
Samuel Lorer 107
Your horse is faint, my king, my lord 7. G. Lockhart 464

Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen

With silent awe I hail the sacred morn Dr. 7. Leyden 298 Your wedding-ring wears thin, dear wife iP. C Bennett 129

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