God moves in a mysterious way God prosper long our noble king God's love and peace be with thee Her hair was tawny with gold Couper 282 Go from me. Yet feel that I shall stand 31 417 He was in logic a great critic E. B. Browning 110 73 600 142 Gone, gone sold and gone E. B. Browning 453 Dr. S. Butler 773 Dr. S. Butler 291 He who hath bent him o'er the dead Halleck How fine has the day been! how bright was the Pope Coleridge Ha! there comes he, with sweat (Translation of Charles T. Brooks) Klopstock Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay Shakespeare 576 355 Young 589 574 How sweet the answer echo makes R. Bloomfield 374 55 O. W. Holmes Spenser 636 I cannot, cannot say I asked an aged man with hoary hairs Marsden 617 F. G. Saxe 736 flowers Shelley 633 Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crawlin' ferlie? Burns 527 I am a friar of orders gray 538 I am by promise tied " I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Rogers 615 I am monarch of all I survey Here I come creeping, creeping Here is one leaf reserved for me Anonymous 497 I care not, though it be I charm thy life Here or elsewhere (all's one to you—to me: Marten 45 702 I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn Here's the garden she walked across R. Browning 49 I come from haunts of coot and hern 781 Jane Taylor 671 Anonymous 620 E. B. Browning 110 257 I need not praise the sweetness of his song Sir T. Wyatt 56 If doughty deeds my lady please Graham of Gartmore 47 I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden I feel a newer life in every gale If ever you should come to Modena I fill this cup to one made up Shelley 25 310 204 C. Patmore 114 E. C. Pinckney 39 If it be true that any beauteous thing (Translation of J. E. Taylor) If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well If music be the food of love, play on 43 M. Angelo If sleep and death be truly one If thou wert by my side, my love. caught Milton In either hand the hastening angel E. B. Browning 110 Anonymous Coleridge 754 673 736 583 In the ancient town of Bruges 182 300 In the days that tried our fathers Sir W. Raleigh 73 If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright Scott 526 Col. R. Lovelace 153 If women could be fair and never fond Anonymus I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew I have a name, a little name I have had playmates 608 C. Patmore 96 Shakespeare 604 In the hour of my distress Longfellow 80 577 R.H. Newell 775 H. B. Stowe 176 In this one passion man can strength enjoy 4 I remember, I remember Chas. Lamb 230 I have seen a nightingale (Translation of Thomas Roscoe) I have traced the valleys fair I saw him kiss your cheek! Coleridge 643 W. S. Landor 678 Sir J. Suckling 47 T. Hood C. Patmore 19 78 O. W. Holmes 225 349 I saw two clouds at morning 7. G C. Brainard 57 54 London Diogenes 766 Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 748 Estevan Manuel de Villegas I have swung for ages to and fro I heard the trailing garments of the night Longfellow I. Walton I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled Whittier 360 Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead E. B Browning 111 Tennyson 182 Shakespeare 561 I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he R. Browning 397 I love it, I love it! and who shall dare Eliza Cook 28 Is there a whim-inspiréd fool. C. Swain apart John Clare 313 Is there for honest poverty. Burns 283 708 252 489 Is there when the winds are singing Laman Blanchard 13 168 Is this a fast, to keep R. Herrick 260 I stood, one Sunday morning R. M. Milnes 246 I think of thee! my thoughts do twine and bud 233 E. B. Browning 111 I love contemplating · I loved a lass, a fair one. I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone I loved thee long and dearly I loved thee once, I'll love no more Sir R. Ayton 171 I love to hear thine earnest voice I met him in the cars I mind me in the days departed I'm in love with you, baby Louise! G H. Clark 745 I thought our love at full, but I did err 7. R. Lowell 127 645 463 60 50 624 It is an ancient mariner Coleridge It is done! Whittier T. Moore Anonymous 363 It is not growing like a tree G. Herbert 610 It is the miller's daughter Ben Jonson 565 Shelley 542 It must be so. Plato, thou reasonest well! 87 375 F. G. Saxe 727 Impostor, do not charge most innocent nature Milton 638 I'm sittin' on the style, Mary. I'm wearing awa', Jean Lady Dufferin 203 In a dirty old house lived a dirty old man Addison Wordsworth 442 G. H. Boker 680 Thos. Percy 42 Let Erin remember the days of old T. Moore 455 Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam 65 7. F. Cooper 479 . 7. H. Payne 133 Let me move slowly through the street W. C. Bryant 572 Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire! H. K. White 366 Pope Let Sporus tremble Mine be a cot beside the hill Rogers 134 Let Taylor preach, upon a morning breezy T. Hood Mine eyes have seen the glory J. W. Howe 462 Let them sing who may of the battle fray Anonymous 421 Mine eyes he closed, but open left the cell Leuconomus (beneath well-sounding Greek) 719 Moan, moan, ye dying gales! Milton Henry Neele 224 believe 122 . Life! I know not what thou art Like as the damask rose you see . Like to the clear in highest sphere. Anonymous 157 Lithe and long as the serpent train 272 Shakespeare 99 Congreve 585 "Music!" they shouted, echoing my demand My girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair R. Buchanan 103 O beauteous God! uncircumscribed treasure O gentle, gentle summer rain. Bennett 607 Watts 271 My native land, thy Puritanic stock Mysterious night! when our first parent knew 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 . Sir Ph. Sidney 57 435 Needy knife-grinder! whither are you going? G. Canning 726 Mary Queen of Hungary 262 Anonymous O, go not yet, my love No more these simple flowers belong 571 275 758 85 176 Dryden Southey No sun no moon ! T. Hood Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note Chas. Wolfe Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 767 Old man, God bless you! (Translation of Charles 398 223 558 O lovely Mary Donelly, it 's you I love the best! 301 Not far advanced was morning day Now has the lingering month at last gone by O, luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen O Marcius, Marcius O, my love's like the steadfast sun A. Cunningham 127 On a hill there grows a flower. 579 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 O Nancy, wilt thou go with me T. Percy, D. D. 71 On came the whirlwind-like the last Scott Once Switzerland was free! Out of the bosom of the Air grass Byron 320 Miss K. P. Osgood 375 Outstretched beneath the leafy shade R. & C. Southey 288 Our revels now are ended 402 7. S. Knowles 437 Ov all the housen o' the pliace W. Barnes Shakespeare 656 E. B. Browning 334 N. A. W. Priest 179 173 R. H. Newell O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms 398 Anonymous 267 O, where shall rest be found Anonymous T. B. Macaulay 438 John Keats 669 W. L. Bowles 325 T. B. Macaulay 438 Montgomery 268 73 John Pierpont 379 | O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad Burns On Richmond Hill there lives a lass On the cross-beam under the Old South bell 51 Shakespeare 696 O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Anonymous 195 Shelley 334 730 321 225 604 115 298 On woodlands ruddy with autumn O perfect Light, which shaid away O, pour upon my soul again Anonymous 509 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 F. M. Whitcher 768 Pack clouds away, and welcome day Scott T. Heywood Pause not to dream of the future before us Miles O'Reilly 730 154 Pibroch of Donuil Dhu F. S. Osgood 425 R. H. Stoddard 715 Barry Cornwall 151 Sir C. Sedley 48 Scott 393 50 Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray T. Westwood 631 566 H.K. White 421 R.H. Newell 774 Miss Mulock 425 A. L. Barbauld 278 447 O, snatched away in beauty's bloom! 244 T. Chatterton 206 Byron Pleasant it was, when woods were green 188 "Praise God from whom all blessings flow" Thos. Davis 126 (Translation of John O the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee 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 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 trifling toys that toss the brains 167 Shakespeare 656 death Milton O unseen spirit! now a calm divine lowered. Our Father Land! and wouldst thou know Praise to God, immortal praise M. T. Visscher 348 .E. B. Browning 139 Sir H. Wotton 521 Put the broidery frame away. Rome, Rome! thou art no more Samiasa! I call thee, I await thee 378 Saviour, when in dust to thee Campbell Samuel Lover 591 Say over again, and yet once over again 761 E. B. Browning 111 |