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The birds against the April wind

WHITTIER The breaking waves dashed high

MRS. HEMANS
The bush that has most briars and bitter fruit

JOXES VERY
The clouds are trying, the woods are sighing ANONYMOUS (Trans.)
The convent-bells are ringing

BYROX
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day

GRAY The daughter of a king, how should I know?. H. H. The despot's heel is on thy shore.

J. R. RANDALL The destiny, minister general

CHAUCER. The earth goes on, the earth glittering in gold . ANONYMOUS. The færy beam upon you

BEN JONSON The feathered songster Chanticleer

T. CHATTERTON The flighty purpose never is o‘ertook

SHAKSPEARE. The garlands wither on your brow

JAMES SHIRLEY. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices

SHAKSPEARE.

GOETHE: TRANS. BY FROTHThe gods be your terror .

INGHAM The harp that once through Tara's halls

MOORE The house of Chivalry decaved

BES JONSON The king called his best archers

ANONYMOUS The king is full of grace and fair regard

SHAKSPEARE The king is kind; and well we know

SHAKSPEARE The king sits in Dunfermline town

ANONYMOUS The king was on his throne

BYRON The Lord descended from above.

STERSHOLD. The melancholy days are come

BRYANT The merry world did on a day

HERBERT The minstrels played their Christmas tune

WORDSWORTH The moon is up, and yet it is not night

BYRON, The Moorish king rides up and dowi

BYRON The muse doth tell me where to borrow

GEORGE WITHER The muse, nae poet ever fand her

BURNS The night is come like to the day

SIR T. BROWSE The night is made for cooling stade.

J. T. TROWBRIDGE The night is past and shines the sun

BYRON The old man said, " Take thou this shield, my son ” S. G. W The old mayor elimbed the belfry tower

JEAS ISGELOW The owl is abroad, the bat, the toad

BEX JONSON The pines were dark on Ramoth hill

WHITTIER There are points from which we can command our life P. BAILEY There came to Cameliard

TESSYSON
The recluse hermit ofttimes more dotli know.

DONNE
There in the fane a beauteous creature stands PROF. Wilsox (Trans.)
There is a history in all men's lives

SHAKSI'EARE
There is a mystery in the soul of state

SHAKSPEARE There is an island on a river lying

J. W. MORRIS There is a pleasure in the pathiess woouls

BYRON There is a stream, I name not its name

A. H. Clough. There is a tide in the affairs of men

SHAKSPEARE There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale

WORDSWORTH There like a rich and golden pyramid

BEN JONSON " Tre is no God," the wicker saith

CLOUGHI There's a tlag hangs over my threshold

MRS. HOWE. There where death's brief pang wis quickest.

BYRON There wils a boy; ye kuew him well, ye clifs

WORDSWORTH There was a king that much might

GOWER There was a laughing devil in his sneer

BYRON
There was a sound of revelry by night

BYRON
There was a time when meadow, grore, and stream. WORDSWORTH
Ther is right at the West side of Itaille

CHAUCER
The sea rolls vaguely, and the stars are dumbo ALLINGHAM
The shadow on the dial's face

J. MONTGOMERY The sky is changed; and such a change

BYRON The shows arise; and foul and fierce

THOMSON The spacious firmament on high

ADDISON The spirits I have raised abandon me

BYRON The splendor falls on castle walls.

TEXTYSON The stars above will make thee known

COWLEY The tent-lights glimmer on the land

WHITTIER The unearthly voices ceased

SCOTT The wanton troopers riding by

MARVELL The weather leech of the topsail shivers.

W. MITCHELL. The Wildyrare winds his bugle-horn

SCOTT The wind it blew, and the ship it tlew

GEORGE MACDONALD

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The wintry west extends his blast

BURNS
The woods decay, the woods decay and fail.

TENNYSON
They made her a grave too cold and damp

T. MOORE
They told me I was heir: I turned in haste

H. H.
They that never had the use

EDMUND WALLER.
Think we King Harry strong .

SHAKSPEARE
This ae night, this ae night

SOUTHWELL
This army led by a delicate and tender prince'. SHAKSPEARE

E. S. H.
This casile bath a pleasant seat; the air

SHAKSPEARE
This knight a doughter hadde by his wif.

CHACCER.
This morning, timely rapt with holy fire

BEN JONSON
Thou art not gone, being gone

DONNE
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew

BRYANT
Though the day of my destiny's over

BYKO
Thou hast learned the woes of all the world

C. S. T.
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeannie

A. CUXXINGHAM
Thou hidden love of God! whose heiglit

WESLEY (Trans.).
Thou that art our queen again

LEIGU HUNT
Thou that hast a daughter

W. ALLINGHIAM
Thou that hast given so much to me.

HERBERT.
Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird!" KEATS
Thou whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance. HERBERT
Three days through sapphire seas we sailed

H. H. BROWNELL
Three poets in three distant ages born

DRIDEX
Three score o' nobles rade up the king's ha'

Sutu's scortish MINSTREL
Three years she grew in sun and shower.

WORDSWORTH
Thy braes were bomy, yarrow stream

T. LOGAN
Thy voice is heard through rolling drums

TESSYSOX
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright

W. BLAKE
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back.

SHAKSPEARE .
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep .

YOUNG
"Tiy maduess to resist or blame

MARVELL
"Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more . BEATTIE
'Tis not every day that I

HERRICK
"Tis not in battles that from youth we train

WORDS WORTH
'Tis truth, although this truth's a star

PATMORE.
To be furious

SHAKSPEARE
To beguile the time

SUAKSPEARE.
To be no more - sad cure

MILTOX
To be or not to be, that is the question

SHAKSPEARE
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb

COLLINS
To heroism and holiness

PATMORE.
Toiling in the naked fields

JOHN CLARE
To keep the lamp alive

COWPER
To me men are for what they are .

MILNES
Toll for the brave.

COWPER
To the belfry one by one, went the ringers from the sun Mas. BROWNING
To the Lords of Convention

SCOTT
Trne bard and simple, -as the race'

MOORE.
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky.

CAMPBELL
"Twas All-Souls eve, and Siurey's heart beat high SCOTT
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won

DRYDEN
Two went to pray -- oli! rather say

RICHARD CRASHAW
Two voices are there; one is of the sea

WORDS WORTII
Underneath this sable hearse

BEN JONSON
Underneath this stone doth lye.

BEN JONSON
Under the greenwood tree

SHAKSPEARE
Upon a rock yet imcreate

ANONYMOUS
Uvedale, thou piece of the first times. .

BEN JONSON
Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old

MILTON
Vex not thou the poet's mind

TENNYSON
Wail for Dedalus, all that is fairest .

STERLING.
Walking this towards a pleasant grove

LORD HERBERT
Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or sword

BYRON
Wee, modest, crimson, tipped flower

BURNS
Wee, sleekit, cow'ring, timorous beastie.

BURNS
Well, bonor is the subject of my story .

SHAKSPEARE
We must not stint

SUAKSPEARE
Westward the course of empire takes its way

BERKELEY
What is good for a bootless bené

WORDS WORTH
What needs my Shakspeare for his honored bones

MILTON.

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When biting Boreas, fell and doure

BURNS Whence is it that the air so sudden clears

BEN JONSON When Chapman billies leave the street

BURNS When coldness wraps this sutfering clay

BYRON. When daisies pied and violets blue

SHAKSPEARE Whene'er a noble deed is wrought

LONGFELLOW When tirst thou didst entice to thee my heart

HERBERT When Flora with her fragrant flowers.

ANONYMOUS When God at first made man

HERBERT When I a verse shall make

HERRICK When I consider how my light is spent

MILTON When I to count the clock that tells the time

SILAKSPEARE When I love as some have told .

HERRICK When Love with unconfined wings

LOVELACE When Music, heavenly mail, was young :

COLLINS When spring to woods and wastes around

BRYANT When the British warrior queen

COW PER When the moon is on the wave

BYROS. When the radiant morn of creation broke

BRYANT When we in our viciousness grow harui

SHAKSPEARE When whispering strains with creeping wind. WILLIAM STRODE When wise Minerva still was young

LOWELL When with the virgin morning thou dost rise. HERRICK. Where dost thou careless lie .

BEN JONSON Where have ye been, ve ill woman? .

HOGG Where is Timarchus gone?

FROM SIMONIDES Where like a pillow on a bed

DONNE Where the bee sucks, there suck I

SHAKSPEARE Where the remote Bermudas ride

MARVELL Which I wish to remark,

BRET HARTE While from the purpling east departs

WORDS WORTH While malice, Pope, denies thy page

DAVID LEWIS Whither midst falling dew :

BRYANT Who counts himself as nobly born

E. S. H.. Who can divine what impulses from God

WORDSWORTH Who is the happy warrior

WORDSWORTH Who is the honest man

HERBERT Whose are the gilded tents that crowd the way. MOORE. Whoso him bethoft

ANONYMOUS Why fearest thou the outward foe

ANONYMOUS Willie stands in his stable door.

BICHAN'S BALLADS Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day

SHAKSPEARE Winstanley's deed, you kindly folk

JEAN INGELOW

GOETHE: TRANS. BY FROTHWithin my ears resounds that ancient song

INGHAM Within the mind strong fancies work

WORDSWORTH With joys unknown, with sadness unconfessed . F. B. SAXBORN With naked foot and sackdoth vest.

SCOTT With sacritice before the rising morn

WORDSWORTH Woof of the fen, ethereal gauze

THOREAU Would wisdom for hersell de wooed

PATMORE Ye banks and braes of bonnie Doon

BIRNS Ye distant spires, ye antique towers

GRAY Ye mariners of England

CAMPBELL Ye scattered birds ibat faintly sing

BURNS. Yes, I answerel you last night

MRS. BROWNING Ye sigh not when the sum his course fultilled '

BRYANT Yet a few days, and thee

BRYANT Yet do I fear thy nature.

SHAKSPEARE Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more

MILTON You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier

TOM TAYLOR You meaner beauties of the night

WOTTON Young Jamie lo’ed ine weel, and he sought me for his bride

LADY ANNE LINDSAY Young Neuha plunged into the deep

BYRON
Your grace shall pardon me

SHAKSPEARE
You that can look through Heaven, and tell the stars BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

LOWELL
Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown

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