L. E. Landon 215 R. W. Emerson 625 785 R. W. Raymond 61 Star of the mead ! sweet daughter of the day Wm. Browne 60 -man Shed no tear, O, shed no tear. She says, "The cock crows, M. F. Tupper 598 Beaumont and Fletcher 340 -hark!" (Chinese) Dr. Leyden 367 Campbell 300 Geo M. Lewis 236 Mrs. Opie 247 Ben Jonson 593 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 Summer joys are o'er (Translation of Charles T. Pope Brooks) Eben. Elliott 705 Translation of Wm. R. Alger 147 Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain She shrank from all, and her silent mood She sits in a fashionable parlor Shines the last age Short is the doubtful empire of the night Thomson Should auld acquaintance be forgot Shut, shut the door, good John! 709 Ludwig Hölty 317 728 74 44 Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes R. Herrick 545 58 Sweetly breathing vernal air John Dyer 327 Cowper 21 Since our foes to invade us. Since there's no helpe, Since faction ebbs, and rogues grow out of fashion parte. - come let us kisse and Singing through the forests. Swiftly walk over the western wave Shelley 302 Dryden Anonymous 444 735 Sword, on my left side gleaming (Translation of Charles T. Brooks) Take back into thy bosom, earth Korner 399 B. Simmons 703 M. Drayton 150 J. G. Saxe Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing! T. T. Stoddart 520 744 Geo. Colman 756 Barry Cornwall 268 98 Take one example to our purpose quite Robert Pollok 706 Take, O, take those lips away Take the open air Shakespeare and John Fletcher 168 Anonymous 415 Tell me not in mournful numbers Geo. Crabbe 226 Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde Sleek coat, eyes of fire Anonymous 6 Tell me where is fancy bred Leigh Hunt 15 47 Sleep breathes at last from out thee Sleep on! and dream of Heaven awhile! Rogers Sleep! - The ghostly winds are blowing So all day long the noise of battle rolled Tennyson So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Whittier Softly woo away her breath Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er So many worlds, so much to do. 713 Barry Cornwall 179 Scott 374 Tennyson 183 Anonymous 97 Some of their chiefs were princes of the land R. W. Emerson 625 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold 79 His face The autumn is old Byron 380 316 Shakespeare 558 616 259 R. W. Emerson 625 The bell strikes one; we take no note of time Some years ago, ere time and taste F. B. Harte 731 The brilliant black eye Source immaterial of material naught R. H. Newell T. Moore Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil! Young T. Moore D. G. Rossetti 644 Ralph Hoyt 320 Mrs. Hemans 487 Mrs. Hemans 461 T. Moore 46 That which her slender waist confined Waller That you have wronged me doth appear in this 50 Shakespeare 35 Scott 684 The comet! he is on his way The conference-meeting through at last E. C. Stedman 619 The Moth's kiss, first! 125 Heinrich Heine 670 The Muse's fairest light in no dark time 7. Cleveland 701 (Translation). 37 Thackeray 253 John Keats 356 347 180 559 Byron Anonymous 199 E. B. Browning 111 Shakespeare 41 57 Miss Gould 625 138 There is a flower, a little flower R. Allison 39 531 455 Scott 144 Watts 282 313 464 Byron Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. The laird o' Cockpen he 's proud and he's great Lady Nairn The lark sings for joy in her own loved land Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 752 The jester shook his hood and bells G. W. Thornbury 618 The keener tempests rise; and fuming dun Thomson 319 The kiss, dear maid, thy lip has left 144 The Lady Jane was tall and slim There is a pleasure in the pathless woods Byron Longfellow 175 There lived a singer in France, of old A. C. Swinburne 155 755 There lived in Gothic days, as legends tell Anonymous 354 The latter rain,-it falls in anxious haste Jones Very 316 The lion is the desert's king Ferdinand Freiligrath 339 The little brown squirrel hops in the corn R. H. Newell 775 The little gate was reached at last The midges dance aboon the burn. The minstrel boy to the war is gone 400 Spenser 635 Sir J. Suckling 124 | There was a jovial beggar Chas. Kingsley 210 The moon had climbed the highest hill John Lowe 43 348 455 205 The sea, the sea, the open sea 202 The seraph Abdiel, faithful found The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways W. C. Bryant 470 290 They made her a grave too cold and damp 44 A. L. Barbauld 315 Byron 'T is sweet to view, from half past five to six 'T is the last rose of summer 583 James Smith 771 T. Moore 365 'T is the middle watch of a summer's night J. R. Drake 658 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved Byron To be, or not to be,- that is the question 229 Shakespeare 216 R. W. Emerson 625 Shakespeare 575 To clothe the fiery thought 484 Anonymous 410 Toil on toil on! ye ephemeral train L. H. Sigourney 475 T. Moore They tell me I am shrewd with other men 194 F. Cary) W. C. Bryant 621 Julia Ward Howe 36 To make my lady's obsequies (Translation of Henry They waked me from my sleep L. H. Sigourney The young May moon is beaming, love T. Moore Think not I love him, though I ask for him 70 To make this condiment your poet begs Sidney Smith 562 To men of other minds my fancy flies Goldsmith 'T was morn, and beautiful the mountain's brow Two barks met on the deep mid-sea Two pilgrims from the distant plain Under the greenwood tree Up from the meadows rich with corn Up springs the lark Up the airy mountain Up the dale and down the bourne Up the streets of Aberdeen Vital spark of heavenly flame ! 594 12 190 175 448 T. B. Read 449 Joanna Baillie 68 341 Thomson W. Allingham 667 377 Lord Lyttelton 55 and fond 262 When gathering clouds around I view Sir R. Grant 274 513 740 Campbell 452 Wall, no; I can't tell where he lives Wave after wave successively rolls on Tuckerman Shakespeare 617 272 Anonymous 317 Col. R. Lovelace 48 Halleck 550 368 575 340 When Love with unconfinéd wings 5 Chas. Lamb 194 Rose Terry 298 Tennyson 183 . Anonymous 225 W.G. Simms 329 W. R. Spencer 125 435 A. C. Swinburne 305 177 Mrs. Crawford 151 Were I as base as is the lowly plain 7. Sylvester 115 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 G. Leland) Heinrich Heine 529 sented. When the British warrior queen We scatter seeds with careless hand. John Keble 574 W. B. Glazier 300 When the hounds of spring We stood upon the ragged rocks We talked with open heart and tongue Wordsworth When the hours of day are numbered Longfellow 33 We the fairies blithe and antic (Translation of Leigh When the humid shadows hover Anonymous 27 Hunt) T. Randolph 655 When the lamp is shattered Shelley 167 We walked along, while bright and red Wordsworth 193 Anne Barnard 158 We watched her breathing through the night T. Hood 188 Coates Kinney 592 We were crowded in the cabin 7. T. Fields 481 T. B. Aldrich 107 We were not many, we who stood C. F. Hoffman 406 We wreathed about our darling's head M. W. Lowell 210 What a moment, what a doubt!. Anonymous 763 What, and how great the virtue and the art Lines and Couplets from Pote 625 What bird in beauty, flight, or song Montgomery 705 What change has made the pastures sweet Where shall the lover rest Where the bee sucks, there suck I Where the remote Bermudas ride 789 Scott Milton 233 Southey 403 Whether with reason or with instinct blest Pote 498 While on the cliff with calm delight she kneels (TransByron lation of Samuel Rogers) Leonidas of Alexandria 13 Whilom by silver Thames's gentle stream M. Akenside 737 Whither, midst falling dew. Whoe'er she be W. C. Bryant 353 R. Crashaw 69 Who has not dreamed a world of bliss Wm. Howitt 312 R. W. Emerson 625 Who has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere Whoever fights, whoever falls T. Moore Woodman, spare that tree! Year after year unto her feet 116 W. M. Praed 86 Burns Burns 201 158 Anonymous 357 Ye mariners of England Campbell 485 337 Ye overseers and reviewers Sterne 734 47 38 Ye powers who rule the tongue Cowper 594 E. B. Browning 63 Who'll Willie, fold your little hands With deep affection . Leigh Hunt 384 With fingers weary and worn. Father Prout 540 Within the sober realm of leafless trees T. B. Read T. Hood 248 With little here to do or see 548 With silent awe I han the sacred morn Dr. J. Leyden 298 Wordsworth 367 Ye who would have your features florid . Horace Smith 415 Geo. Crabbe 152 Jean Ingelow 541 Robert Story 81 R. Browning 398 Sydney Dobell 226 Sir H. Wotton 41 You know we French stormed Ratisbon T. Hood 239 746 21 Your wedding-ring wears thin, dear wife W. C. Bennett 129 |