Dark as the clouds of even.
Fare thee well! and if forever
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!
Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter!
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
Farewell, life! my senses swim
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
G. H. Boker 449
Dark is the night, and fitful and drearily
Rev. W. R. Duryea 134 Farewell, thou busy world, and may
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean
Darkness is thinning (Translation of J. M. Neale)
St. Gregory the Great 258
Daughter of God! that sitt'st on high Wm. Tennent 373
Day dawned; within a curtained room Barry Cornwall 195
O.W. Holmes 739
Day hath put on his jacket
Day in melting purple dying
Day of wrath, that day of burning
Far to the right where Apennine ascends Goldsmith
Father of all! in every age
Pope
Father! thy wonders do not singly stand Jones Very
Shakespeare 190
Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Fear not, O little flock! the foe (Transl.) M. Altenburg 396
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
E. B. Browning 111
Trans by Abr. Coles, M. D. 262
Scott
Day set on Norham's castled steep
Day stars! that ope your frownless eyes Horace Smith 363 Flowers are fresh, and bushes green (Translation of
Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the east
God shield ye, heralds of the spring (Translation)
God's love and peace be with thee
Go, feel what I have felt
Go from me.
282 Her hair was tawny with gold
P. Ronsard
Whittier
Anonymous
Yet feel that I shall stand
E. B. Browning 110
R. Herrick
73
600
45
E. C. Stedman 716
Whittier
E. B. Browning 453
O. W. Holmes 181
7. Aldrich
H. H. Milman 271 | Her hands are cold; her face is white
R. Sheale
Her suffering ended with the day
Her window opens to the bay.
He said (I only give the heads)
He that loves a rosy cheek
417 He was in logic a great critic
He was of that stubborn crew.
He who hath bent him o'er the dead
His is that language of the heart
His puissant sword unto his side
His
bride stood beside his bed
young
Home of the Percy's high-born race
Home they brought her warrior dead
Honor and shame from no condition rise Pote
Ho! pretty page with the dimpled chin Thackeray
Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off Shakespeare 216
"Good morrow, fool," quoth I
Shakespeare 618
Good morrow to thy sabie beak Joanna Baillie 345
Good name in man or woman, dear my lord
Ho, sailor of the sea!
How beautiful is the rain!
How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh Shelley 302
How calm they sleep beneath the shade C. Kennedy 269
How dear to this heart are the scenes of my child-
hood.
S. Woodworth 27
How delicious is the winning.
How does the water come down at Lodore?
58 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass Leigh Hunt 356
Guvener B. is a sensible man
7. R. Lowell 769
Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore Burns 163
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! John Logan 342
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firs: born! Milton 297
Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances! Scott 394
Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
Hamelin Town 's in Brunswick
Happy insect! ever blest
F. B. Browning 111
How fine has the day been! how bright was the
sun!
Watts
314
How happy is he born and taught Sir H. W'otton 57:
How many summers, love
Barry Cornwall 128
How many thousand of my poorest subjects
Shakespeare 344
Hark! the faint bells of the sunken city (Translation
of Jas. Clarence Mangan).. W. Mueller 635 How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
Ha! there comes he, with sweat (Translation of
Charles T. Brooks)
Klopstock
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay
O. W. Holmes
280 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
Pope
Matt. Arnold 349
Byron 710
Young
How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits
Coleridge
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest W. Collins
How still the morning of the hallowed day
7. Grahame 285
R. Bloomfield 374
T. Moore
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crawlin' ferlie? Burns
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill Scott
Hear the sledges with the bells
E. A. Poe
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Regers
I have swung for ages to and fro R. W. Raymond 653 I sing about a subject now
I heard the trailing garments of the night Longfellow
O. W. Holmes 225
7. G. C. Brainard 57
Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 748
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead E. B Browning 111
T. Moore 136 Is it the palm, the cocoa palm
Longfellow 178 I sometimes hold it half a sin.
Shakespeare 561
F. Quarles
I in these flowery meads would be
I sing of a shirt that never was new!
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he R. Browning 397
I stand on Zion's mount
I love it, I love it! and who shall dare Eliza Cook
I love at eventide to walk alone
John Clare
I loved a lass, a fair one.
I loved him not; and yet, now he is
I loved thee long and dearly
I loved thee once, I'll love no more
I love thee, love thee, Giulio!
Campbell 489
Geo. Wither 168
gone
I stood, one Sunday morning
Laman Blanchard 13
R. Herrick 260
R. M. Milnes 246
It is not growing like a tree
It is the miller's daughter
It was a summer evening
W. Allingham 206 It was in my foreign travel
G. H. Clark 745
E. B. Browning 27
M. E.
nature Milton 638
Lady Dufferin 203
Lady Nairn 181
I mind me in the days departed
I'm in love with you, baby Louise!
Impostor, do not charge most innocent
I'm sittin' on the style, Mary.
I'm wearing awa', Jean
In a dirty old house lived a dirty old man
My girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair R. Buchanan 103 O beauteous God! uncircumscribed treasure
My native land, thy Puritanic stock
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name
My soul to-day
Mysterious night! when our first parent knew
My true love hath my heart, and I have his
O God, methinks, it were a happy life Shakespeare 135
Blanco White 302 O God! our help in ages past.
O God! though sorrow be my fate (Translation)
Mary Queen of Hungary 262
Tennyson 146
571
Sir Ph. Sidney 57
Addison
S. F. Adams 278
Needy knife-grinder! whither are you going?
O, formed by nature, and refined by art T. Tickell
Oft have I seen, at some cathedral door Longfellow
Oft in the stilly night.
O gentle, gentle summer rain.
Doddridge 275
G. Canning 726 O, happy, happy, thrice happy state T. Hood
R. Browning 166 Oh! best of delights, as it everywhere is T. Moore
Campbell 64 O hearts that never cease to yearn
Bayard Taylor 359 Oh! it is excellent
Montgomery 303 O, lay thy hand in mine, dear!
Rogers 332 O, how the thought of God attracts
Whittier
703 O, I have passed a miserable night!
196 O Italy, how beautiful thou art !
O, go not yet, my love
O happiness! our being's end and aim! Pope
O happy day that fixed my choice
O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease Coleridge 634
Old man, God bless you! (Translation of Charles
T. Brooks)
Old Master Brown brought his ferule down
Old Tubal Cain was a man of might
Old wine to drink!
Anonymous 26
C. Mackay 376
R. H. Messenger 609
O lovely Mary Donelly, it 's you I love the best!
W. Allingham 52
Now has the lingering month at last gone by
O, luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen
O Marcius, Marcius
Wm. Morris 83 O Mary, at thy window be!
Now ponder well, you parents dear Anonymous O Mary, go and call the cattle home
Now stop your noses, readers, all and some
O melancholy bird, a winter's day
719 O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
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