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Anonymous 487
W. C. Bryant 84
Anonymous 733
169
670 As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping

Art thou a thing of mortal birth
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?

T. Moore
T. Hood
Coleridge

Alas! how light a cause may move
Alas, that moon should ever beam
Alas! they had been friends in youth
35
Alas! what pity 't is that regularity G. Colman 742
As by the shore, at break of day
Alice was a chieftain's daughter. Mac-Carthy 123 A simple child.
A little in the doorway sitting.
T. Burbidge II As it fell upon a day
A little onward lend thy guiding hand Milton
All day long the storm of battle Anonymous 378
All grim and soiled and brown with tan Whittier
All hail thou noble land
W. Allston
All hail to the ruins, the rocks, and the shores !

.

T. Dekker 419

C. D. Shanly 79
T. Moore 456
Wordsworth 14
R. Barnfield 349

235 A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers

C. E. Norton 383

465 As once a Grecian maiden wove.
444 A song for the plant of my own native

T. Moore

West

Montgomery 471 A song to the oak, the brave old oak

67

W. W. Fosdick 36a
H. F. Chorley 359

An exquisite invention this.

Leigh Hunt

Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long!

Fame

Anonymous 266
ames Hogg 343

Come, O thou Traveller unknown.
Come, rest in this bosom

Bird of the wilderness
Birds, the free tenants of land, air, and ocean

Blessings on thee, little man
Blossom of the almond-trees
Blow, blow, thou winter wind

Thos. Davis 72
Tennyson 69
W.C. Bryant 361
Anonymous
496

C. Mar exce 73
Shakespeare 655
Shikesteare 326
Chas. Wesley 270
T. Moore

Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged S. Ferguson 424
Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Shakespeare 57
Montgomery 351 Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Whittier
Beaumont and Fletcher 575
E. Arnold 361 Come Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace
Shakespeare 224

26

Sir Ph. Sidney 575

Shakespeare

150

572

148

530

269

266

Cupid and my Campaspe played
Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow Pope
Daddy Neptune, one day, to Freedom did say

Dark as the clouds of even.

Dark is the night, and fitful and drearily

.

Rev. W. R. Duryea 134 Farewell, thou busy world, and may C. Cotton
Darkness is thinning (Translation of J. M. Neale)
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean
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
Day hath put on his jacket
O.W. Holmes 739
Day in melting purple dying
Maria Brooks 156
Day of wrath, that day of burning
Trans by Abr. Coles, M. D. 262
Day set on Norham's castled steep Scott
525
Day stars! that ope your frownless eyes Horace Smith 363 Flowers are fresh, and bushes green
Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the east
Lord Strangford)

A. Ramsay
Far to the right where Apennine ascends Goldsmith
Father of all! in every age
Pope
Father! thy wonders do not singly stand Jones Very.
Fear no more the heat o' the sun Shakespeare 190
Fear not, O little flock! the foe (Transl.) M. Altenburg 396
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed

Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd
Deep in the wave is a coral grove
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise
Did you hear of the Widow Malone,

E. B. Browning 192 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
N. Cotton
135
J. G. Percival 476
Congreve 616

Ohone!

Chas. Lever 105
Shakespeare 233
David Gray 304
Tennyson 304
Thos. Dibdin 479
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? C. G. Rossetti 261
Do we indeed desire the dead
Tennyson 183
Down deep in a hollow, so damp Mrs. R. S. Nichols 672
Down in yon garden sweet and gay Anonymous 202
Down the dimpled greensward dancing Geo. Darley
Dow's Flat. That's its name.
Do you ask what the birds say?
Drink to me only with thine eyes

Did your letters pierce the queen
Die down, O dismal day, and let me live
Dip down upon the northern shore
Deserted by the waning moon

Ben Jonson).

.

.

II

Burns Flung to the heedless winds (Translation of W. J.

329

.

Fox).
"Fly to the desert, fly with me'
For aught that ever I could read
For England when with favoring gale
For one long term, or ere her trial came Canning
For Reform we feels too lazy
Punch

Martin Luther 264

T. Moore

68

Shakespeare

158

C. Dibdin

479

703

764

439

702

For Scotland's and for freedom's right B. Barton
For thirty years secluded from mankind Southey
Fresh from the fountains of the wood 7. H. Bryant 657
Friend after friend departs.
Montgomery 32

Miss Mitford 436
Watts
Whittier
Dryden

294

316

588

Wordsworth 330 Bayard Taylor 71 J. Bowring 278 Shakespeare 656 Tennyson 619 Barry Cornwall 339 R. Herrick

Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many a rhyme

Philostratus
P. Fletcher
Burns
Anonymous 93

608
258
106

Earth has not anything to show more fair Wordsworth 528
Earth, of man the bounteous mother
E'en such is time; which takes on trust

John Sterling 420

617

Gay, guiltless pair

Sir W. Raleigh 613

Genteel in personage

H. Fielding 60

Go, happy Rose ! and, interwove

Gold gold gold! gold!

Go, lovely rose ! .

Gone at last

Gone, gone sold and gone

R. Herrick

T. Hood

E. Waller

306

31

73

45

142

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off Shakespeare 216
"Good morrow, fool," quoth I
Good morrow to thy sable beak

Shakespeare 618
Joanna Baillie 345

Her hair was tawny with gold
Her hands are cold; her face is white
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

He was in logic a great critic
He was of that stubborn crew.

His

E. B. Browning 453

O. W. Holmes 181
7. Aldrich
Whittier
Byron

T. Carew

188

153

718

61

Dr. S. Butler 773

Dr. S. Butler 291

E. B. Browning 110 He who hath bent him o'er the dead
His is that language of the heart
600 His puissant sword unto his side
young bride stood beside his bed
E. C. Stedman 716 Home of the Percy's high-born race
Whittier
Home they brought her warrior dead
Honor and shame from no condition rise Pope
Ho! pretty page with the dimpled chin Thackeray
Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
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.

Shakespeare Sydney Dobell 490 Longfellow 311

Campbell

759 How does the water come down at Lodore?
32

78

773

R. Southey
E. B. Browning 111

58 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways 356

sun!

769 How fine has the day been! how bright was the
Watts
314
Sir H. Wotton 571
Barry Cornwall 128

Great Newton's self, to whom the world Lamb
Green be the turf above thee .
Halleck
Green grow the rashes O
Burns
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass Leigh Hunt
Guvener B. is a sensible man
F. R. Lowell
Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore Burns 168
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! John Logan 342
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first 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

Happy insect, what can be (Translation

How happy is he born and taught.
How many summers, love.

How many thousand of my poorest subjects

Shakespeare 576

355 Pope 134 Matt. Arnold 349 Byron 710

R. Browning 640 How poor, how rich, how abject, how august
Walter Harte 355 |
Young
of Abraham
How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits
Anacreon
Coleridge

589

574

Happy the man, whose wish and care
Hark! ah, the nightingale !
Hark! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest
How still the morning of the hallowed day

How sweet it was to breathe that cooler air

Shakespeare 344
Hark! the faint bells of the sunken city (Translation
of Jas. Clarence Mangan), W. Mueller
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star

280 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

How sweetly," said the trembling maid

55

Shakespeare 585
Newton

272

Cowper He is the happy man whose life even now Cowper He jests at scars that never felt a wound Shakespeare He, making speedy way through spersed ayre

570

F. G. Saxe 736

100

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers

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

Tennyson

211 327