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"Fly to the desert, fly wi

Come then, my friend ! my genius! come along

| Fair pledges of a fruitful tree . . R. Herrick 361

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

Shakespeare 40
Come to these scenes of peace . W.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 Punch 717 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 . Byron

Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear Shakespeare 238 Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness !
Cromwell, our chief of men . . Milton 710

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

Thos. Dibdin 443 Farewell, life I my senses swim

T, Hood

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

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

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

A. Ramsay 143
Daughter of God! that sitt'st on high Wm. T'ennent 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 . . Pope

Day hath put on his jacket. . O.W. Holmes 739 Father I 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 111
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 228

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


Deep in the wave is a coral grove J. G. Percival 476 Flung to the heedless winds (Translation of W. J.
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise Congreve 616

Fox). . .

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

T. Moore 68
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

Die down, O dismal day, and let me live David Gray 304 For one long term, or ere her trial came Canning

Dip down upon the northern shore Tennyson 304 For Reform we feels too lazy . . Punch 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 202 Friends ! I came not here to talk Miss Mitford 436
Down the dimpled greepsward dancing Geo. Darley 11 From all that dwell below the skies Watts

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

Do you ask what the birds say? . Coleridge 45 From harmony, from heavenly harmony Dryden 588
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 . Burns 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 John 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 rhyme
Cowper 442

C. Dibdin

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

Eternal Source of every joy !.

Doddridge 279 | Gille machree, sit down by me . G. Griffin
Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky! Wordsworth 344 Gin a body meet a body . . . Burns

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. Carezu 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 614 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 "God bless the man who first invented sleep!”
Fain would I love, but that I fear Dr. R Hughes 59

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

F.R. Lowell 102
Fairer than thee, beloved. . . Anonymous 46 God might have bade the earth bring forth
Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Byron 463)

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 long our noble king R. Sheale 493 Her suffering ended with the day 7. Aldrich 183
God shield ye, heralds of the spring (Translation)

Her window opens to the bay.


P. Ronsard 306 He said (I only give the heads). Byron
God's love and peace be with thee Whittier

31 He that loves a rosy cheek

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

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

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

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

Gold ! gold / goldgold !

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


142 Home they brought her warrior dead Tennyson 199
Good Hainlet, cast thy nighted color off Shakespeare 216 Honor and shame from no condition rise Pote

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 32
Good name in man or woman, dear my lord

Ho, sailor of the sea !

Sydney Dobell 490
Skakespeare 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 T. Moore 729 How calm they sleep beneath the shade C. Kennedy 269
Go, scul, the body's guest. Sir W'. Raleigh 614 How dear to this heart are the scenes of my child-
Go to thy rest, fair child
Anonymous 195 hood

S. I'oodworth 27
Go where glory waits thee .

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


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

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



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

Barry Cornwall 128
Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! Scott 394 How many thousand of my poorest subjects
Hail to thee, blithe spirit !
Shelley 343

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

Coleridge 574
Happy the man, whose wish and care Pope 134 How sleep the brave, who sink to rest W. Collins

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. Noore 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

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


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

527 I am a friar of orders gray

7. O'Keefe 754
Hear the sledges with the bells E. A. Poe

"I am by promise tied"


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

Cowper 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 Marsden 617
He is the happy man whose life even now Cowper 570 I asked of echo, l'other day

7. G. Sare

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 cannot, cannot say

W. C. R 178
Hence, all ye vain delights Beaumont and Fletcher 224 I cannot eat but little meat

John Still

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

Fohn Pierpont 185
Hence, vain deluding joys

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

7 R. Lowell 125
Anonymous 497 I care not, though it be

Fohn Norris 48
Here I come creeping, creeping Sarah Roberts 369 I charm thy life

Here is one leaf reserved for me T. Moore 45 I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn
Here or elsewhere (ail's one to you - to me Marten 702

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


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I'd kind o' like to have a cot. . Anonymous 136 In a land for antiquities greatly renowned
I distinctly remember (and who dares doubt me?)

Jane Taylor 671
R. Buchanan 725
I do not love thee for that fair, T. Carew 41 In a valley centuries ago . . Anonymous 620
I don't appwove this hawid waw, Anonymous 742 In a valley far away . . . Thos. Davis 130
I don't go much on religiou . . John Hay 757 Indeed this very love which is my boast
I dreamed that as I wandered by the way Shelley

E. B. Browning 110
If as a flowre doth spread and die, G. Herbert 257 I need not praise the sweetness of his song
If chance assigned . . . Sir T. Wyatt 56

R. Lowell 702
If doughty deeds my lady please Graham of Gartmore 47 | In either hand the bastening angel caught Milton 22
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden . Shelley 25 I never gave a lock of hair away E. B. Browning 110
I feel a newer life in every gale. . Percival 310 | In good King Charles's golden days Anonymous 754
If ever you should come to Modena Rogers


In heavy sleep the Caliph lay . . 7. F. C. 673
If he's capricious, she 'll be so . C. Patmore 114 In Köln, a town of monks and bones Coleridge 1 736
I fill this cup to one made up . . E. C. Pinckney 39
If it be true that any beauteous thing (Translation In May, when sea-winds pierced R. W. Emerson 366

of J. E. Taylor). . . M. Angelo 43 In Pæstum's ancient fanes I trod R. W. Raymond 532
If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well

In Sana, O, in Sana, God, the Lord. G. H. Boker 503

Shakespeare 690 In slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay
If music be the food of love, play on Shakespeare 585

W. Dimond 484
I found him sitting by a fountain side Beaumont and In summer, when the days were long Anonymous 80

In the ancient town of Bruges

Longfellow 577
If sleep and death be truly one Tennysor 182 In the days that tried our fathers R.H. Newell 775
If solitude hath ever led thy steps. Shelley 300 In the fair gardens of celestial peace . H. B. Stowe 176
If that the world and love were young Sir W. Raleigh 73 In the hollow tree in the old gray tower
If the red slayer think he slays R. W. Emerson 614

Barry Cornwall 354
If this fair rose offend thy sight Anonymous 39 In the hour of my distress . R. Herrick 263
If thou must love me, let it be for naught

In the merry month of May . . Punch

E. B. Browning 110 In their ragged regimentals . . G. H. McMaster 446
If thou wert by my side, my love. Bishop Heber 128 In the silence of my chamber . W.E. Aytoun 231
If thou wilt ease thine heart. . T. L. Beddoes 186 In the sweet shire of Cardigan . Wordsworth 245
If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright Scott 526 In this one passion man can strength enjoy
If to be absent were to be . . Col. R. Lovelace 153

- Pope 601
If women could be fair and never fond Anonymous 608 In vain the cords and axes were prepared W. Falconer 485
I grew assured before I asked . . C. Patmore 96 In Xanadu did Kubla Khan . . Coleridge 643
I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew Shakespeare 604 Iphigenia, when she heard her doom W. S. Landor 678
I have a name, a little name . . E. B. Browning 17 I prithee send me back my heart. Sir 7. Suckling 47
I have got a new-born sister . . Mary Lamb 4 I remember, I remember . . . T. Hood 19
I have had playmates . . . Chas. Lamb 230 I saw him kiss your cheek! . . C. Patmore 78
I have seen a nightingale (Translation of Thomas I saw him once before . . .0. W. Holmes 225

Roscoe) . . Estevan Manuel de Villegas 349 I saw two clouds at morning. F. G. C. Brainard 57
I have traced the valleys fair . . John Clare 54
I have swung for ages to and fro R. W. Raymond 653 I sing about a subject now . . London Diogenes 766
I heard the trailing garments of the night Longfellow 304 I sing of a shirt that never was new!
I in these flowery meads would be 1. Walton 520

Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 748
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled

Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead E. B. Browning ui

T. Moore 126 | Is it the palm. the cocoa palm . Whittier 360
I like that ancient Saxon phrase . Longfellow 178 I sometimes hold it half a sin. . Tennyson 182
I'll hold thee any wager . . Shakespeare 561 | I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he R. Browning 397
I love, and have some cause . . F. Quarles 258 | I stand on Zion's mount . . . C. Swain 283
I love it, I love it! and who shall dare Eliza Cook 28 | Is there a whim-inspired fool . Burns 708
I love at eventide to walk alone . John Clare 313 Is there for honest poverty . . . Burns 252
I love contemplating - apart . . Campbell 489 Is there when the winds are singing Laman Blanchard 13
I loved a lass, a fair one. . . Geo. Wither 168 Is this a fast, -- to keep . . . R. Herrick 260
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone

I stood, one Sunday morning. , R. M. Milnes 246

W. S. Landor 200 I think of theel my thoughts do twine and bud
I loved thee long and dearly . P. P. Cooke 233

E. B, Browning i
I loved thee once, I'll love no more Sir R. A yton 191 I thought our love at full, but I did err 7. R. Lowell 127
I love thee, love thee, Giulio! E. B. Browning 146 It is an ancient mariner . . . Coleridge 645

It is done! .

I love to hear thine earnest voice O. W. Holmes 356 It is not beauty I demand. ... Anonymous 60
I'm a careless potato, and care not a pin T. Moore 363 It is not growing like a tree. . Ben Jonson 565
I made a posie, while the day ran by G. Herbert 610 It is the miller's daughter. . . Tennyson
I met a traveller from an antique land Shelley 542 It must be so. Plato, thou reasonest well!
I met him in the cars . . G H. Clark 745

Addison 624
I mind me in the days departed E. B. Browning 27 I travelled among unknown men . Wordsworth 442
I'm in love with you, baby Louise ! M. E. 6 It was a beauty that I saw . . . Ben Fonson 42
Impostor, do not charge most innocent nature Milton 638) It was a dreary day in Padua . . G. H. Boker 680
I'm sittin' on the style, Mary. , Lady Dufferin 203 | It was a friar of orders gray. . . Thos. Percy 87
I 'm wearing awa', Jean . . . Lady Nairn 181
In a dirty old house lived a dirty old man

It was a summer evening. . . Southey 375
W. Allingham 206 It was in my foreign travel . . 7. G. Saxe 727

It was many and many a year ago . E. A. Poe 205 | Little inmate, full of mirth . . . Cowper 355
“It was our wedding day” . . Bayard Taylor 127 | Lochiel, Lochiel ! beware of the day Campbell 440
It was the autumn of the year . Florence Percy 159 Look at me with thy large brown eyes Miss Mulock 3
It was the wild midnight. . , Geo. Croly 430 “Look at the clock !” quoth Winifred Pryce
It was upon an April morn. . W.E. Aytoun 391

Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 751
I 've wandered east, I 've wandered west

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been
W. Motherwell 154

D. G. Rossetti 613
I wandered lonely as a cloud . . Wordsworth 369 Look round our world; behold the chain of love
I was in Margate last July Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 749


I weigh not fortune's frown or smile . Sylvester 567 Lord, I am weeping . . . Sydney Dobell 142
I went to the garden of love. . Wm. Blake 607 Lord John stood in his stable door Anonymous 112
I will go back to the great sweet mother

Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh. W.C. Bryant 530
A. C. Swinburne 205 Lord I when those glorious lights I see

4 C Serinhuone 20- Lord when those glorious lights I see Geo. Wither 280
I will not have the mad Clytie. . T. Hood 3 64 | Lord, who ordainest for mankınd . W. C. Bryant 272
I will paint her as I see her. . E. B. Browning 24 Lo! where she comes along with portly pace
I wish I were where Helen lies! . Anonymous 197


I would I were an excellent divine . N. Breton 260 Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours. Thos. Gray 308
I would I were on yonder hill. Anonymous 200 | Loud and clear . . . . . R. H. Barham 541
I would not enter op my list of friends Cowper 598 | Loud roared the dreadful thunder . A. Cherry 481
I would not live alway . W. A. Muhlenberg 180 Love in my bosom like a bee . . Thos. Lodge 05

Love is a sickness full of woes, S. Daniel 55
Jaffar, the Barmecide, the good Vizier Leigh Hunt 581 Love me little, love me long! . . Anonymous 61
Jenny kissed me when we met. Leigh Hunt 25 Love not me for comely grace . Anonymous 61
Jesus, lover of my soul . . . C. Wesley 273 Love not, love not ! ye hapless sons of clay!
Jingle, jingle, clear the way . . G. W. Pettee 518

C. E. Norton 235
John Anderson, my jo, John. . Burns 129 Low on the utmost boundary of the sight
John Dobbins was so captivated . R. S. S.


R. Bloomfield 314
Jorasse was in his three-and-twentieth year

Lucy is a golden girl . . . Barry Cornwall 49

Rogers 503 Maiden! with the meek brown eyes · Longfellow 21
Jumping over gutters . . . . Anonymous 767 , Maid of Athens, ere we part. . Byron 144
Just as I am, -- without one plea. Anonymous 274 : “Make way for Liberty!" he cried · Montgomery 436
Just in the dubious point, where with the pool

Malbrouck, the prince of commanders (French)
Tkomson 520

Translation of Mahony 405
Just in thy mould and beauteous in thy form

Man's home is everywhere. On ocean's flood .
7. F. Cooper 479

L. H. Sigourney 589

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart Byron 990
King Francis was a hearty king. Leigh Hunt 574 "Man wants but little here below" . 7. Q. Adams 567
Kissing her hair, I sat against her feet A.C. Swinburne 107 Many a green isle needs must be . Shelley 335
Kiss me softly and speak to me low . 7. G. Saxe 78 March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale Scott
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle

Margarita first possessed . . . A. Cowley 58

Byron 337 Martial, the things that do attain . Lord Surrey
Lambro, our sea-solicitor, who had . Byron 555 Mary, I believed thee true . . T. Moore
Lars Porsena of Clusium . . T. B. Macaulay 431 Mary to her Saviour's tomb . . Newton 277
Last night, among his fellow roughs Sir F. H. Doyle 385 Maud Muller, on a summer's day. Whittier

Laud the first spring daisies. . Edward Youl 307 May the Babylonish curse . . : Chas. Lamb 415
Lawn as white as driven snow

Shakespeare 562 Maxwelton braes are bonny. - Anonymous 54
Laws, as we read in ancient sages. Beattie 600 Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning Waller 98
Lay him beneath his snows . Miss Mulock 713 Men dying make their wills - but wives 7. G. Saxe 729
Leave wringing of your hands. . Shakespeare 679 Merrily swinging on brier and weed W. C. Bryant 345
“Less wretched if less fair" . E. B. Browning 453 Merry Margaret . . . . . John Skelton 38
Let Erin remember the days of old T. Moore 455 Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
Let not woman e'er complain . Burns


7. H. Payne 133
Let me move slowly through the street W. C. Bryant 572 Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire ! H. K. White 365
Let Sporus tremble · ... · Pope 719 Mine be a cot beside the hill . . Rogers 134
Let Taylor preach, upon a morning breezy T. Hood 741 Mine eyes have seen the glory, J. W. Howe 462
Let them sing who may of the battle fray Anonymous 421 | Mine eyes he closed, but open left the cell
Leuconomus (beneath well-sounding Greek)


Cowper 718 Moan, moan, ye dying gales! . . Henry Neele 224
Life! I know not what thou art . A. L. Barbauld 177 More strange than true : I never may believe
Life may be given in many ways . 7. R. Lowell 714

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Light as a flake of foam upon the wind Montgomery 474 Mortals, awake! with angels join . Medley 272
Like as the armed Knighte . Anne Askewe 264 Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors
Like as the damask rose you see . Simon Wastell 186

Shakespeare 99
Like the violet, which alone . W. Habington 44 Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes Wordsworth 506
Like to the clear in highest sphere. T. Lodge 39 Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast
Like to the falling of a star .
Henry King 187

Congreve 585
Linger pot long. Home is not home without thee “Music !” they shouted, echoing my demand
Anonymous 157

Bayard Taylor 108
Lithe and long as the serpent train . W.G. Simms 360 Music, when soft voices die

. Shelley 585
Little Ellie sits alone . . . E. B. Browning 20 My beautiful, my beautiful! . . C. E, Norton 517
Little Gretchen, little Gretchen wanders Anonymous 249 My boat is on the shore

Little I ask; my wants are few , O.W. Holmes 568 My chaise the village inn did gain Anonymous 246


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My curse upon thy venomed stang Burns 602' Now upon Syria's land of roses T. Moore 337
My dear and only love, I pray Earl of Montrose 60 Now westward Sol had spent the richest beams
“My ear-rings, my ear-rings". .G. Lockhart 96

R. Crashaw 350
My eyes ! how I love you . . Anonymous 74 0, a dainty plant is the ivy green C. Dickens 370
My genius spreads her wing . . Goldsmith 536 Oaths terminate, as Paul observes, all strife
My gentle Puck, come hither . . Shakespeare 655

My girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair R. Buchanan 103 O beauteous God! uncircumscribed treasure
My God, I love theel not because (Translation of

Jeremy Taylor 266
Edward Caswell) . . . . St. F. Xavier 257 O blest of heaven, whom not the languid songs
My hair is gray, but not with years Byron 551

Mark A kenside 630
My hawk is tired of perch and hood Scott

10 blithe new comer! I have heard

Wordsworth 342

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

O, breathe not his name! . . T. Moore 455 •

John Keats 236
My heart leaps up when I behold. Wordsworth 323 O Caledonia / stern and wild . . Scott

My heart 's in the Highlands. . Burns 514 O, came ye ower by the Yoke-burn Ford James Hoge 500
My heid is like to rend, Willie . W. Motherwell 174 | O dearest Lamb, take thou my heart !
My letters ! all dead paper, mute and white

Moravian Collection 276
E. B. Browning 111 O, deem not they are blest alone W. C. Bryant 610
My life is like the summer rose. R. H. Wilde 610 0, dinna ask me gin I lo'e ye Dunlop 79
My little love, do you remember, Bulwer-Lytton 77 O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea Byron 478
My loved, my honored, much-respected friend

O faint, delicious, springtime violet! W. W. Story 367

291 | O fairest of creation, last and best Milton 130
My love he built me a bonnie bower Anonymous 207 Of all the girls that are so smart. . Harry Carey 52
My love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die

Of all men, saving Sylla the man-slayer Byron 711

7.R. Lowell 126 Of all the notable things on earth J. G. Saxe 728
My love in her attire doth show her wit Anonymous 47 Of all the thoughts of God that are E. B. Browning 576
My minde to me a kingdom is Wm. Byrd 565 Of all the torments, all the cares Wm. Walsk 59
My mother sighed, the stream of pain F. P. Curran 426 Of a'the airts the wind can blaw . Burns
My mule refreshed, his bells

Rogers 335 O Father, let me not die young!. Anonymous 288
My name is Norval : on the Grampian hills

Or Nelson and the North . . Campbell

John Home 502 0 for a lodge in some vast wilderness Cowper 462
My native land, thy Puritanic stock R. H. Newell 7740 , formed by nature, and refined by art T. Tickell 123
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares C. Tychborn 613 Oft have I seen, at some cathedral door Longfellow 527
My sister ! my sweet sister | if a name Byron 138 Oft in the stilly night . . . . T. Moore 227
My soul to-day . . . . T. B. Read 631 O gentle, gentle summer rain. . Bennett 607
Mysterious night! when our first parent knew

O God, methinks, it were a happy life Shakespeare 135

Blanco White 302 O God! our help in ages past. . Watts 271
My true love hath my heart, and I have his

O God I though sorrow be my fate (Translation)
Sir Ph. Sidney 57

Mary Queen of Hungary 262
My voice is still for war. . Addison 435 O, go not yet, my love . . . Tennyson 146
Nearer, my God, to thee . . . S. F. Adams 278 O happiness ! our being's end and aim I Pope

Needy knife-grinder ! whither are you going?

O happy day that fixed my choice Doddridge 275

G. Canning 726 O, happy, happy, thrice happy state T. Hood 758
Never any more . . . . R. Browning 166 Oh! best of delights, as it everywhere is T. Moore 85
Never wedding, ever wooing . Campbell 64 O hearts that never cease to yearn · Anonymous 176
Next to thee, O fair gazelle . . Bayard Taylor 359 Oh! it is excellent . . . . Shakespeare 595
Night is the time for resti . . Montgomery 303 O, lay thy hand in mine, dear! Gerald Massey 124
Night was again descending. , Rogers

O, how the thought of God attracts Faber
No more these simple flowers belong Whittier

O, I have passed a miserable night! Shakespeare 578
No single virtue we could most commend Dryden 196 Italy, how beautiful thou art! Rogers 531
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea Southey

O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease Coleridge

No sun — no moon! . . . T. Hood 317 | Old man, God bless you ! (Translation of Charles
Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note Chus. Wolfe 717 T. Brooks) . .

. Pfeffel 398
Not a sous had he got Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 767 Old Master Brown brought his ferule down
Not far advanced was morning day Scott


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Nothing but leaves ; the spirit grieves Anonymous 269 Old Tubal Cain was a man of might C. Mackay 376
Not as you meant, О learned man A. D. F. Randolph 275 Old wine to drink ! . . R. H. Messenger hog
Not in the laughing bowers . . Anonymous 223 O lovely Mary Donelly, it 's you I love the best!
Not only we, the latest seed of Time Tennyson 558

W. Allingham 52
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray

O, luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen

Now has the lingering month at last gone by

O Marcius, Marciusi . . . Skakespeare 33

Wm. Morris 83 O Mary, at thy window be ! . Burns
Now ponder well, you parents dear Anonymous 10 O Mary, go and call the cattle home C. Kingsley 483
Now stop your noses, readers, all and some

O melancholy bird, a winter's day Lord Thurlow 353

O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low Shakespeare 693
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? Shakespeare 51

Milton 310 O mother dear, Jerusalem. . David Dickson 257
Now the last day of many days. . Shelley 333 O mother of a mighty race . . W. C. Bryant 444
Now there's peace on the shore . 7. G. Lockhart 406 O, my God! can it be possible I have Shelley 695
Now the third and fatal conflict . R. C. Trench 581 O my luve 's like a red, red rose Burns 144
Now to the haven of thy breast . Chas. Wesley 273 | O, my love 's like the steadfast sun A. Cunningham 127






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