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Page A baby was sleeping Samuel Lover 7 All in our marriage garden

G. Massey

16 A barking sound the shesherd hears Wordsworth 211 All in the Downs the fleet was moored yohn Gay 145 Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase :)

"All quiet along the Potomac,” they say Leigh Hunt 582

Mrs. E. L. Beers 381 A brace of sinners for no g od Peter Pindar 739 | All that is like a dream

R. Buchanan 247 A cloud lay cradled n ar the setting sun John Wilson 593 All the world 's a stage

Shakespeare 615 A country life is swee: !

Anonymous 420 All thoughts, all passions, all delights Coleridge 81 Adam and Eve were, at the world's beginning

Aloft upon an old basaltic crag F. 7. O'Brien 715 G Colman 728 Along the frozen lake she comes Anonymous

518 A dew-drop came, with a spark of flame Anonymous 654 Although I enter not

Thackeray 45 A diagnosis of our history proves R.H. Newell 774 A man in many a country town we know G. Coiman

740 Adieu, adieu, my native shore Byron 148 Amazing, beauteous change!

Doddridge 284 Adieu, adieu ! our dream of love T. K. Hervey 145 A mighty fortress is our God (Translation of F. H. A district school, not far away W. P. Palmer 25 Hedge)

Martin Luther 271 Ae fond kiss and then we saver



A milkmaid, who poised a full pail 7. Taylor 671 Afar in the desert I love to ride Thos. Pringle 231 A moment, then, Lord Marmion stayed Scott A fellow in a market-town Peter Pindar 740 Among the beautiful pictures.

Alice Carey

R. Herrick
A fiend once met a humble man Rev. Mr. Maclellan 418 Among thy fancies tell me this
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by Wordsworth


A monk, when his rites sacerdotal were o'er
A footstep struck her ear

Jane Taylor 673 Again the violet of our early days Eben. Elliott 308 And are ye sure the news is true? W. 7. Mickle 488 A generous friendship no cold medium knows

And hast thou sought thy heavenly home 1. M. Moir 191
Pope's Iliad

And is the swallow gone?

IV m. Hrwitt 347 A girl, who has so many wilful ways ·

Miss Mulock 46 And is there care in heaven?. Spenser 279 A good that never satisfies the mind Drummond

253 And is this - Yarrow? This the stream Wordsworth 330 Ah, Chloris, could I now but sit. Sir C. Sedley 42 And let this feeble body fail

Chis. Wesley 285 Ah! do not wanton with those eyes Ben Jonson

57 And now, unveiled, the toilet stands displayed Ah, how sweet it is to love !


Ah! little they know of true happiness Mac-Carthy 425 And on her lover's arm she leant Tennyson
Ah ! my heart is weary waiting. Mac-Carthy 305 And there two runners did the sign abide W’m. Morris 83
Ah, my sweet sweeting
Anonymous 49 And thou hast walked about

Horace Smith 542 Ah, sweet Kitty Neil ! Mac-Carthy 70 And wilt thou leave me thus?.

Sir T. Wyatt 150 Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days !

An exquisite invention this .

Leigh Hunt 67 W. Allston 27 Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! A hungry, lean-faced villain Shakespeare 561

0. W. Holmes 373 Ah! what is love? It is a pretty thing Robert Greene 55 A nightingale, that all day long. Cowper 671 Ah! whence yon glare

Shelley 380 Announced by all the trumpets of the sky Ah! who but oft hath marvelled why 7. G. Sare 67

R. W. Emerson 319 Ah, yes, - the fight! Well, messmates, well

A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died. Geo. Crabbe

Anonymous 487 Arches on arches! as it were that Rome Byron 533
Airs, that wander and murmur round W.C. Bryant 84
A jolly fat friar loved liquor good store Anonymous 733 Art thou a thing of mortal birth John Wilson 590

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
Alas ! how light a cause may move
T. Moore 169

T. Dekker

419 Alas, that moon should ever beam T. Hood 670 As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping Alas! they had been friends in youth Coleridge 35

C. D. Shanly 79 Alas! what pity 't is that regularity G. Colman

742 As by the shore, at break of day T. Moore Alice was a chieftain's daughter . Mac-Carthy 123 A simple child .


14 A little in the doorway sitting. T. Burbidge As it fell upon a day

R. Barnfield 349 A little onward lend thy guiding hand Milton

235 A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers All day long the storm of battle Anonymous

C. E. Norton 383 All grim and soiled and brown with tan Whittier 465 As once a Grecian maiden wove. T. Voore 67 All hail ! thou noble land

W. Allston 444 A song for the plant of my own native West All bail to the ruins, the rocks, and the shores !

W. W. Fosdick 362 Montgomery 471 A song to the oak, the brave old oak

H. F. Chorley 359





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As, rising on its purple wing. Byron
171 Bobolink! that in the meadow . Thos Hill

345 As ships becalmed at eve, that lay A. H. Clough 143 Bonnie wee thing! cannie wee thing! Burns 108 As slow our shup her foamy track T. Moore 148 Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen James Hogs 65 A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent

Breathes there the man with soul so dead Scott

429 7. R. Lowell 581 Bright portals of the sky


277 As vonce I valked by a dismal swamp H. H. Brownell 738 Bright red is the sun on the waves of Lough Sheelin A swallow in the spring R.S. S. Andros 346

Ths. Davis 200 A sweet disorder in the dress.

R. Herrick

593 “ Bring forth the horse !" the horse was brought As when, on Carmel's sterile steep 7. H. Bryant 450


505 At Amathus, that from the southern side Wm. Morris 88 Brutus, my lord I.

Shakespeare 130 At Bannockburn the English lay Burns

Buried to-day

Miss Vu’ock 175 At early daun I marked them in the sky Montgomery 352 Burly, dozing humble-bee !

R. W. Emerson 354 A thousand miles from land are we Barry Cornwall 354 Busy, curious, thirsty fly.

V. Bourne 612

But all our praises why should lords engross? At midnight, in his guarded tent Halleck



710 A touch, a kiss ! the charm was snapt Tennyson 116 But Enoch yearned to see her face again Tennyson

166 At Paris it was, at the opera there Buliver-Lytton 170 But Fortuve, like some others of her sex Halleck

590 A traveller through a dusty road Chas.Mackay 592 But happy they! the happiest of their kind At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still


125 Beattie

571 But I remember, when the fight was done At Timon's villa let us pass a day Pope


Shakespeare 387 Ave Maria! o'er the earth and sea Byron

301 But look! o'er the fall see the angler stand A violet in her lovely hair

Chas. Swain

T.B. Read

520 A voice from stately Babylon

Anonymous But now our quacks are gamesters Geo. Crabbe 600 Awake! - the starry midnight hour Barry Cornwall 68 But where to find that happiest spot below A wanderer, Wilson, from my native land T. Hood



137 Away! away! through the sightless air G. W. Cutter 654 But who the melodies of morn can tell? Beattie 295 A weary weed, tossed to and fro .

C. G. Fenner 474 “But why do you go?" said the lady E. B. Browning 131 A well there is in the West country Southey 132 By the wayside, on a mossy stone Ralph Hoyt 229 A wet sheet and a flowing sea

Cunningham 478 Calm is the morn without a sound Tennyson 182 A wind caine up out of the sea Longfellow 297 Calm on the bosom os thy God Mrs. Hemans 177 Ay, but I know

Shakespeare 160 Cano carmen sixpence, a corbis plena rye díater Anser's A youth named Rhæcus . 7. R. Lowell 642

Melodies 763 Baby Bye

Theo. Telton

4 Canute was by his nobles taught to fancy Peter Pindar 738 Bachelor's hall, what a comical place it is ! A non. 729 Ca' the yowes to the knowes


72 Back in the years when Phlagstaff

, the Dane Newell 774 ! Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! G. A. Stevens 482 Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight

Celia and I the other day

Matt. Prior 85
Florence Percy 190
Cheeks as soft as July peaches

W.C. Bennett 4 Balow, my babe, ly suil and sleipe ! Anonymous 173

Child of the later days!.

Anonymous 543 Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead . R. Browning 203 Children of God, who, faint and slow Boudler 283 Beautiful! Sir, you may say so F. B. Harte 765 Christmas is here

Thackeray 608 Beautiful, sublime, and glorious . B. Brrton 471 Clang, clang! the massive anvils ring Anonymous 423 Beautiful was the night .

Longfellow 550 Clasp me a little longer on the brink Campbell 151 Because I breathe not love to everie one Sir ilk. Sidney 64 Clear the brown path to meet his coulter's gleam Before I trust my fate to thee. Miss Procter 63

0. W. Holmes 421 Before Jehovah's awful throne W'atts 284 Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Byron

451 Before proud Rome's imperial throne B. Berton 459 Close his eyes ; his work is done! Boker

385 Behold her single in the field Wordssvorth Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise

T. Dwight 570

445 Behold the flag! Is it not a flag?

RH. Veovell 775
Come, all ye jolly shepherds

James Hoge Behold the sea

R. W'. Emerson 625 Come back, come back together. L. E. Landon 9 Behold the voung, the rosy Spring (Translation of Come, brother, turn with me from pining thought Thomas Moore) Anacreon

R. H. D'ana 267

309 Behold this ruin ! 'Twas a skull Anonymous 622 Come! fill a fresh bumper

O W'. Holmes 733 Believe me, if all those endearing young charms

Come from my first, ay come!

H'. N. Praed 703 T. Moore

114 Come here, come here, and dwell Barry Cornwall 668 Ben Battle was a soldier bold T. Hood.

R. H. Dana 519

747 Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go! Bending between me and the taper A. De l'ere

109 Come in the evening, or come in the moming Beneath a shivering canopy reclined Dr.. Leyden 299

Thes. Davis

72 Beneath this stony roof reclined Thos. Irrton 325. Come into the garden, Maud

Tennyson Beside, he was a shrewd philosopher Dr. S. Butler 737 Come, let us plant the apple tree

W.C. Bryant 361 Best and brightest, come away Shelley 309 Come, listen to me, you gallants so free Anonymous Between the dark and the daylight Longfellow 24 Come live with me, and be my love

C. Var orue Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer young 615 Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song Shakespeare 655 Beyond the smiling and the weeping H. Bonar 181 Come on, sir ; here 's the place . Sherkes care 326 Beyond these chilling winds and gloomy skies

Come, O thou Traveller unknown. Chas. }'esity 270 Anonymous 266. Come, rest in this bosom

T. Moore Bird of the wilderness

James Hogg 343 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged S. Ferguson 424 Birds, the free tenants of land, air, and ocean

Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Shakespeare 597

Montgomery 351 Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Blessings on thee, little man


Beaumont and Fletcker 575 Blossom of the almond-trees

E. Arnold 361 Come Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace Blow, blow, thou winter wind Shakespeare 224

Sir Th. Sidney 573


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Come then, my friend ! my genius! come along

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree

R. Herrick 361 Pope


Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demi-god
Come to me, O my mother!
David Gray 142

Shakespeare 40 Come to these scenes of peace H. L. Bowles 326 Fair ship that from the Italian shore Tennyson 182 Come unto these yellow sands Shakespeare 656 Fair stood the wind for France

M. Drayton 386 Comrades, leave me here a little Tennyson 161 False diamond set in flint !

W.C. Bryant 97 Could I pass those lounging sentries Purch


False world, thou ly'st ; thou canst not lend
Count not the hours while their silent wings

F.Quarles 612
Horace Twiss 34
Fare thee well! and if forever


149 Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear Shakespeare 238 Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! Cromwell, our chief of men


Shakespeare 237
Cupid and my Campaspe played John Lyly 65 Farewell, – farewell to thee, Araby's daughter !
Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow Pope 596

T. Moore

197 Daddy Neptune, one day, to Freedom did say

Farewell ! if ever fondest prayer Byron

149 Thos. Dibdin 443 Farewell, lite ! my senses swim

T. Hood

239 Dark as the clouds of even.

G. H. Boker 449

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing Dark is the night, and fitful and drearily

Shakespeare 150 Rev. W. R. Duryea 134 | Farewell, thou busy world, and may C. Cotton

572 Darkness is thinning (Translation of J. M. Neale

Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean
St. Gregory the Great 258

A. Ramsay

148 Daughter of God! that sitt'st on high Wm. Tennent 373 Far to the right where Apennine ascends Goldsmith

530 Day dawned; within a curtained room Barry Cornwall 195 Father of all ! in every age


269 Day hath put on his jacket

0. W. Holmes 739 Father ! thy wonders do not singly stand Jones Very 266 Day in melting purple dying

Maria Brooks 156 Fear no more the heat o' the sun Shakespeare 190 Day of wrath, that day of burning

Fear not, O little flock ! the foe (Transl.) M. Altenburg 396 Trans. by Abr. Coles, M. D. 262 First time he kissed me, he but only kissed Day set on Norham's castled steep Scott


E. B. Browning ui Day stars ! that ope your frownless eyes Hornce Smith 363 Flowers are fresh, and bushes green (Translation of Dead ! one of them shot by the sea in the east

Lord Strangford)

Camoens 228 E. B. Browning 192 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd N. Cotton 135


329 Deep in the wave is a coral grove 5.G. Percival 476 Flung to the heedless winds (Translation of W. J. Defer not till to-morrow to be wise Congreve


. Martin Luther 264 Did you hear of the Widow Malone, Ohone !

"Fly to the desert, fly with me T. Moore 69

Chas. Lever 105 For aught that ever I could read Shakespeare 158 Did your letters pierce the queen Shakespeare 233 For England when with favoring gale C. Dibdin 479 Die down, O dismal day, and let me live David Gray 304 For one long term, or ere her trial came Canning 703 Dip down upon the northern shore Tennyson 304 For Reform we feels too lazy


764 Deserted by the waning moon Thos. Dibdin 479 For Scotland's and for freedom's right B. Barton

439 Does the road wind up-hill all the way? C. G. Rossetti 261 For thirty years secluded from mankind Southey 702 Do we indeed desire the dead

Tennyson 183 Fresh from the fountains of the wood 7. H. Bryant 657 Down deep in a hollow, so damp Mrs. R. S. Nichols 672 Friend after friend departs .

Montgomery 32 Down in yon garden sweet and gay Anonymous Friends ! I came not here to talk Miss Mitford 436 Down the dimpled greensward dancing Geo. Darley From all that dwell below the skies Watts

294 Dow's Flat. That's its name . F. B. Harte 764 From gold to gray

Whittier Do you ask what the birds say? Coleridge 45 From harmony, from heavenly harmony Dryden Drink to me only with thine eyes (Translation of From Sterling Castle we had seen .

Wordsworth 330 Ben Jonson).

Philostratus 608 From the desert I come to thee . Bayard Taylor 71 Drop, drop, slow tears

P. Fletcher 258 From the recesses of a lowly spirit 7. Bowring 278 Duncan Gray cam' here to woo

106 Full fathom five.

Shakespeare 656 Early on a sunny morning

Anonymous 93 Full knee deep lies the winter snow Tennyson 619 Earth has not anything to show more fair Wordsworth 528 Gamarra is a dainty steed

Barry Cornwall 339 Earth, of man the bounteous mother Fohn Sterling 420 Gather ye rosebuds as ye may

R. Herrick 617 E'en such is time ; which takes on trust

Gay, guiltless pair

C. Sprague 347 Sir W. Raleigh 613 Genteel in personage

H. Fielding

60 England, with all thy faults, I love thee still

Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many a rhyine
Corper 442

C. Dibdin 489
Ensanguined man
Thomson 599 Gently hast thou told thy message Milton

232 Eternal Source of every joy!. Doddridge 279 Gille machree, sit down by me G. Griffin 133 Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky! Wordsworth 344 Gin a body meet a body .


79 Even is come ; and from the dark Park, hark

“Git oot wid the', Jwohnny

Anonymous 106 T. Hood 763 Give me more love or more disdain T. Carew 64 Ever let the Fancy roam ! John Keats 629 Give me my scallop-shell of quiet

Sir W', Raleigh 259 Every day brings a ship.

R. W. Emerson 6:4 Give me three grains of corn, mother Miss Edwards 458 Every one, by instinct taught Montgomery 475 Give place, ye lovers

Lord Surrey 41 Every wedding, says the proverb T.W. Parsons 73 ) Glory to thee, my God, this night Bishop ken

294 Faintly as tolls the evening chime T. Moore 519 * Cod bless the man who first invented sleep!” Fain would I love, but that I fear Dr. R. Hughes 59

7. G. Sare 742 Fair Amy of the terraced house E. B. Browning 62 God manas sech nights, all white an' still Fair daffodils, we weep to see R. Herrick 369

FR. Lowell 102 Fairer than thee, beloved

Anonymous 46 God might have bade the earth bring forth Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth i Byron


Mary Howitt 370

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God moves in a mysterious way Cowper 282 , Her hair was tawny with gold

E. B. Browning 453 God of the thunder!

. H. H. Milman 271 Her hands are cold; her face is white 0. W Holmes 181 God prosper loug our noble king R. Sheale

493 Her suffering ended with the day 7. Aldruck 188 God shield ye, heralds of the spring (Translation)

Her window opens to the bay.


153 P. Ronsard 306 He said (1 only give the heads). Byron

718 God's love and peace be with thee Whittier 31 He that loves a rosy cheek

T. Carew 61 Go, feel what I have felt Anonymous 417 He was in logic a great critic

Dr. S. Butlet 773 Go from me. Yet feel that I shall stand

He was of that stubbom crew.

Dr. S. Butler 291 E. B. Browning 110 He who hath bent him o'er the dead Byron

186 Go, happy Rose ! and, interwove R Herrick 73 His is that language of the heart Halleck

706 Gold! gold ! gold ! gold !

T. Hood 600 His puissant sword unto his side Dr. S. Butler 405 Go, lovely rose!.

E. Waller
45 His young bride stood beside his bed Eliza Cook

151 Gone at last

E.C. Stedman 716 Home of the Percy's high-born race Halleck Gone, gone - sold and gone

Whittier 142 Home they brought her warrior dead Tennyson
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off Shakespeare 216 Honor and shame from po condition rise Pope
“Good morrow, fool," quoth I Shakespeare 618 Ho! pretty page with the dimpled chin Thackeray
Good morrow to thy sable beak Joanna Baillie 345 Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man Shakespeare
Good name in man or woman, dear

Ho, sailor of the sea !

Sydney Dobell 430
Shakespeare 575 How beautiful is the rain !

Longfellow 311 Good night! (Transl. of C. T. Brooks) Körner 426 How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh Shelley 302 Good reader, if you e'er have seen 1. Moore

729 How calm they sleep beneath the shade C. Kennedy 269 Go, soul, the body's guest.

Sir W. Raleigh 614 How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childGo to thy rest, fair child

Anonymous 195

S. Woodworth 27 Go where glory waits thee

T. Moore 396 How delicious is the winning . Campbell 78
Great Newton's self, to whom the world Lamb 759 How does the water come down at Lodore?
Green be the turf above thee .


R. Southey 773 Green grow the rashes 0


58 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways Green little vaulter in the sunny grass Leigh Hunt 356

E. B. Browning 111 Guvener B. is a sensible man

7. R. Lowell 769 How fine has the day been ! how bright was the Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore Burns 168



314 Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! John Logan 342 How happy is he born and taught Sir H. H'ottor 57: Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first born! Milton 297 How many summers, love

Barry Cornwall 123
Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! Scott 394 How many thousand of my poorest subjects
Hail to thee, blithe spirit !


Shakespeare 576
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick R. Browning 640 How poor, how rich, how abject, how august
Happy insect ! ever blest
Walter Harte 355

Happy insect, what can be (Translation of Abraham How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits
Anacreon 355

Happy the man, whose wish and care Pope

134 How sleep the brave, who sink to rest IV. Collins 429 Hark! ah, the nightingale !

Matt. Arnold 349 How still the morning of the hallowed day Hark! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds Byron 710

7. Grahame 285 Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings

How sweet it was to breathe that cooler air
Shakespeare 344

R. Bloomfield 374 Hark! the faint bells of the sunken city (Translation How sweet the answer echo makes T. Moore

55 of Jas. Clarence Mangan). · W. Mueller 635 How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star

Shakespeare 585 Coleridge 280 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds Newton 272 Ha! there comes he, with sweat (Translation of “How sweetly,” said the trembling maid Charles T. Brooks) Klopstock 435

T. Moore 160 Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay

How wonderful is death!

Shelley 577 0. W. Holmes 743

Husband and wife ! no converse now ye hold Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crawlin' ferlie? Burns


RH. Dana 217 Heap on more wood! the wind is chill Scott

7. O'Keefe 754 Hear the sledges with the bells

I am a friar of orders gray

E. A. Poe
538 “I am by promise tied"


511 Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate

I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Rogers 532 Pope 615 I am monarch of all I survey


573 Heaven, what an age is this! .

C. Cotton 569 I am undone ; there is no living, none Shakespeare 154 He is the freeman whom the truth makes free

I arise from dreams of thee

Shelley 109 Cowper 461 I asked an aged man with hoary hairs Marselen 017 He is the happy man whose life even now Cowper 570 I asked of echo, l'other day

7. G. Sare 736 He jests at scars that never felt a wound Shakespeare 100 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers He, making speedy way through spersed ayre

Shelley 633 Spenser 636 I cannot, cannot say

1. CR

175 Hence, all ye vain delights Beaumont and Fletcher 224 I cannot eat but little meat

John Still

732 Hence, loathed Melancholy Milton 583 | I cannot make him dead !

Foka Pierpont 185 Hence, vain deluding joys

Millon 604 | I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away Henry, our royall king, would ride a-hunting

R. Lorell 135 Anonymous 497 | I care not, though it be

Yohn Vorris 48 Here I come creeping, creeping Sarah Roberts 369 I charm thy life

Southy 679 Here is one leaf reserved for me

T. Noore

45 I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn Here or elsewhere (all's one to you - to me Marien 702

Scott Here's the garden she walked across R. Browning 49 | I come from haunts of coot and hern Tennyson 327



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