If it be true that any beauteous thing (Translation If music be the food of love, play on I sleep and death be truly one 43 Jane Taylor 671 Anonymous 620 E. B. Browning 110 I need not praise the sweetness of his song 7. R. Lowell 702 Anonymous In either hand the hastening angel caught Milton 233 In May, when sea-winds pierced J. F. C. 754 673 736 R. W. Emerson 366 In Pæstum's ancient fanes I trod Sir W. Raleigh 73 If thou must love me, let it be for naught If thou wert by my side, my love. 39 E. B. Browning 110 T. L. Beddoes 186 In vain the cords and axes were prepared I saw him kiss your cheek! I saw him once before 349 I saw two clouds at morning 54 I sing about a subject now W. Falconer 485 Coleridge 643 W. S. Landor 678 Sir F. Suckling 47 . O. W. Holmes 225 F. G. C. Brainard 57 John Clare 520 London Diogenes 766 Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 748 Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead E. B Browning 111 Whittier 360 T. Moore 136 Is it the palm, the cocoa palm 178 I sometimes hold it half a sin. 258 I stand on Zion's mount 283 708 252 Laman Blanchard 13 R. Herrick 260 R. M. Milnes 246 I think of thee! my thoughts do twine and bud E. B, Browning 111 I thought our love at full, but I did err 7. R. Lowell 127 Coleridge 645 Whittier 463 Tennyson It is an ancient mariner It is done! O. W. Holmes 356 It is not beauty I demand Anonymous 60 363 It is not growing like a tree Ben Jonson 565 G. Herbert 610 50 It must be so. Plato, thou reasonest well! G. H. Clark 745 I mind me in the days departed M. E. nature Milton 638 Lady Dufferin 203 Lady Nairn 181 In a dirty old house lived a dirty old man Wordsworth 442 Ben Jonson 42 My curse upon thy venomed stang My genius spreads her wing " My gentle Puck, come hither. . Goldsmith T. Moore 337 R. Crashaw 350 C. Dickens 370 Cowper 594 Jeremy Taylor 266 536 Oaths terminate, as Paul observes, all strife Shakespeare 655 My girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair R. Buchanan 103 O beauteous God! uncircumscribed treasure My God, I love thee! not because (Translation of Edward Caswell). My hair is gray, but not with years St. F. Xavier 257 O blest of heaven, whom not the languid songs Byron Scott . pains John Keats Wordsworth Burns O blithe new comer! I have heard O, breathe not his name! 514 W. Motherwell 174 My heart leaps up when I behold Moravian Collection 276 O, deem not they are blest alone 79 478 W. W. Story 367 Milton 130 F. G. Saxe 728 E. B. Browning 576 Wm. Walsh Burns 59 153 Anonymous 288 J. R. Lowell 126 47 My minde to me a kingdom is Wm. Byrd 565 Rogers On a hill there grows a flower. N. Breton 38 | Our good steeds snuff the evening air E. C. Stedman 386 On Alpine heights the love of God is shed (Transla tion of Charles T. Brooks) O Nancy, wilt thou go with me Krummacher 332 T. Percy, D. D. 71 On came the whirlwind-like the last Scott Our revels now are ended 402 Out of the bosom of the Air Ov all the housen o' the pliace Shakespeare 656 E. B. Browning 334 T. B. Macaulay 438 John Keats 669 T. Hood 746 W. L. Bowles 325 T. B. Macaulay 438 Montgomery 268 One day I wandered where the salt sea-tide Anon. One more unfortunate On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Pope 43 O North, with all thy vales of green! O, when 't is summer weather Shakespeare 696 O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? On Richmond Hill there lives a lass 73 H. B. Stowe 185 398 267 O, where shall rest be found William Knox 195 334 730 51 363 O wild west-wind, thou breath Lochinvar is come out of the west Pack clouds away, and welcome day Scott T. Heywood N. P. Willis Bulwer-Lytton 159 50 Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray T. Westwood 631 Miles O'Reilly 730 154 Phillis is my only joy R. Ryan F. S. Key O say, what is that thing called Light C. Cibber O, sing unto my roundelay! 447 244 T. Chatterton 206 O, snatched away in beauty's bloom! Byron 188 R.H. Newell 774 607 "Praise God from whom all blessings flow" 18 Thos. Davis 126 167 455 521 Shakespeare 656 O trifling toys that toss the brains Milton 232 O unseen spirit! now a calm divine John Sterling 299 Our band is few, but true and tried W. C. Bryant 446 Our bugles sang truce, -for the night-cloud had lowered. Our Father Land! and wouldst thou know Campbell Miss Mulock A. L. Barbauld 278 (Translation of John Praise to God, immortal praise M. T. Visscher 348 . E. B. Browning 139 Put the broidery frame away Samiasa! I call thee, I await thee Samuel Lover 591 761 R. Bloomfield 340 A. Marvell 324 W. C. Bryant 663 Spring, the sweet spring T. Nach 309 Lord Bristol 326 St. Agnes' Eve, ah, bitter chill it was John Keats 117 John Pierpont 446 R. W. Raymond 61 Star of the mead! sweet daughter of the day -man Shed no tear, O, shed no tear. M. F. Tupper 598 John Keats 657 Wordsworth 194 Burns 126 H. Coleridge 48 Miss Mulock 62 Beaumont and Fletcher 340 She says, "The cock crows, hark!" (Chinese) Translation of Wm. R. Alger 147 She shrank from all, and her silent mood She sits in a fashionable parlor She stood breast high amid the corn She walks in beauty, like the night She was a phantom of delight Shines the last age Short is the doubtful empire of the night Thomson Should auld acquaintance be forgot Dr. Leyden 367 Campbell 300 Geo. M. Lewis 236 Mrs. Opie 247 Star that bringest home the bee. Sweet and low, sweet and low 709 Tennyson 7 Goldsmith 545 Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes R. Herrick 58 Sweet bird! that sing'st away the early hours W. Drummond 344 Sweetest Saviour, if my soul Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower Sweet is the pleasure Sweetly breathing vernal air T. Carew 308 John Dyer 327 Cowper 21 Some of your hurts you have cured R. IV. Emerson 625 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold 79 The autumn is old Byron T. Hood The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne 30 316 Shakespeare 558 H. Bonar 276 Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde Tell me where is fancy bred Tell me, ye winged winds Thank Heaven! the crisis Thanks untraced to lips unknown That each who seems a separate whole Tennyson |