27 169 And on her lover's arm she leant And thou hast walked about Horace Smith 542 Sir T. Wyatt 150 Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! 67 O. W. Holmes 373 A nightingale, that all day long R. W. Emerson 319 John Wilson 590 Art thou a thing of mortal birth T. Dekker 419 C. D. Shanly 79 670 As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping 35 742 As by the shore, at break of day A simple child. As it fell upon a day Alas! how light a cause may move T. Moore A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers A sweet disorder in the dress. As when, on Carmel's sterile steep Burns R. Herrick 593 "Bring forth the horse!" the horse was brought 505 88 440 Brutus, my lord!. Byron Miss Mulock 175 But all our praises why should lords engross? Pote But Enoch yearned to see her face again Tennyson Thomson 612 710 166 590 ་ 125 Halleck At Timon's villa let us pass a day A wind came up out of the sea A youth named Rhocus. G. W Cutter 654 But who the melodies of morn can tell? Beattie 132 By the wayside, on a mossy stone Cano carmen sixpence, a corbis plena rye Mater Anser's Longfellow 297 Calm on the bosom of thy God Shakespeare 160 7. R. Lowell 642 4 Bachelor's hall, what a comical place it is! Anon. 729 Thos. Davis 181 Come on, sir; here's the place. Come, O thou Traveller unknown. Anonymous 266 James Hogg 343 Birds, the free tenants of land, air, and ocean Sir Ph. Sidney 575 Shakespeare 150 572 Dark is the night, and fitful and drearily Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd Did your letters pierce the queen 530 269 266 228 329 Martin Luther 264 68 158 479 703 Punch 764 439 702 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 (Translation of Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the east Lord Strangford). Camoens E. B. Browning 192 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes N. Cotton 135 Burns J. G. Percival 476 Flung to the heedless winds (Translation of W. J. Congreve 616 Fox). Ohone ! "Fly to the desert, fly with me Chas. Lever 105 For aught that ever I could read Shakespeare 233 For England when with favoring gale David Gray 304 For one long term, or ere her trial came Canning Tennyson 304 For Reform we feels too lazy 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 II Dow's Flat. That 's its name F. B. Harte 764 Do you ask what the birds say? Coleridge Drink to me only with thine eyes (Translation of Ben Jonson). Philostratus 608 P. Fletcher 258 Burns 106 Anonymous For Scotland's and for freedom's right B. Barton . Friends! I came not here to talk 45 From harmony, from heavenly harmony 93 Earth has not anything to show more fair Wordsworth 528 England, with all thy faults, I love thee still . Full knee deep lies the winter snow 7. H. Bryant 657 Montgomery 32 294 316 588 Wordsworth 330 Bayard Taylor 71 7. Bowring 278 Shakespeare 656 Tennyson 619 Barry Cornwall 339 John Sterling 420 Sir W. Raleigh 613 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 Shakespeare 618 Her hair was tawny with gold He was in logic a great critic His E. B. Browning 453 O. W. Holmes 181 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 Shakespeare Sydney Dobell 490 Longfellow 311 Campbell 759 How does the water come down at Lodore? 78 773 R. Southey 58 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways 356 sun! 769 How fine has the day been! how bright was the Great Newton's self, to whom the world Lamb Happy insect, what can be (Translation How happy is he born and taught. 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 589 574 Happy the man, whose wish and care How sleep the brave, who sink to rest How sweet it was to breathe that cooler air Shakespeare 344 280 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds How sweetly," said the trembling maid 55 Shakespeare 585 272 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 |