Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove !...
Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good..
Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
Hail to the Lord's anointed.
Half a league, half a league.
Half-sleeping, by the fire I sit.
Hame, hame, hame! oh hame I fain.
Hamelin town's in Brunswick..
Hans Breitmann gife a barty..
Happy art thou, whom God does bless.
Happy insect, can it be..
Happy insect, ever blest.
Happy songster, perched above..
Happy the man whose wish and care
Hark! ah, the Nightingale.
Hark hark! the lark at heaven's gate..
Hark! some wild trumpeter.
Hark! the faint bells of the sunken city.
Hear what God the Lord hath spoken
He came across the meadow-pass.
He filled the crystal goblet..
..J. Quarles. 849
Halleck. 559
Hunt. 54
Lowell. 484
Logan. 16
Cowley. 733
Shelley. 10
J. Montgomery. 799
Tennyson. 402
Mills. 561
Cunningham. 380
R. Browning. 128
Leland. 483
Cowley. 46
Anacreon. 53
W. Harte. 54
Anacreon. 54
Pope. 732
M. Arnold. 40
Shakespeare. 10
W. Whitman. 669
Mueller. 718
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning..S. T. Coleridge. 110
Hast thou seen that lordly castle.
Uhland. 563
Hear, sweet spirit, hear the spell.. .S. T. Coleridge. 595
Hear the sledges with the bells.
Poe. 665
Cowper. 835
Anonymous. 237
Haze well. 384
Scott. 548
Beaumont and Fletcher. 726
Milton. 698
Milton. 700
Dibdin. 524
Lovelace. 309
Roberts. 42
Burns, 265
Burns. 377
Tennyson. 822
Wordsworth. 141
Herrick. 254
Hence, loathed Melancholy.
Hence, vain deluding joys...
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling.
Here, here, oh here, Eurydice....
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere.
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear.
Here's a health to them that's awa.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer
Her eyes are wild, her head is bare.
Her eyes the glow-worme lend thee..
Her suffering ended with the day.
He sang so wildly, did the boy..
He that loves a rosy cheek.
He that of such a height hath built his mind.
He who died at Azan sends.
Hey, now the day's dawning
Hie upon Hielands.
Home they brought her warrior dead
Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled chin...
Ho, sailor of the sea...
How are thy servants blest, O Lord.
.J. Aldrich. 541
Burbidge. 124
Carew. 254
.Daniel. 704
E. Arnold. 783
A. Montgomery.
Anonymous. 496
Tennyson. 159
Thackeray. 729
Dobell. 523
Addison. 842
How dear to this heart are the scenes of my. Woodworth. 652
How delicious is the winning.
Campbell. 282
Mrs. Browning. 246
Herbert. 806
Wotton. 756
How do I love thee? Let me count..
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean..
How happy is he born and taught..
How like a winter hath my absence been... Shakespeare. 243
How little fades from earth when sink to rest.. Sterling. 679
How little recks it where men lie.
How many paltry, foolish, painted things.
How many summers, love.
How near me came the hand of death.
How orient is thy beauty! How divine.
How seldom, friend, a good, great man..S.
How should I your true love know.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest.
Barry. 419
Drayton. 245
.. Cornwall. 343
Wither. 829
.F. Quarles. 806
T. Coleridge. 742
Shakespeare. 257
Collins. 384
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth. Milton. 742
How spake of old the Royal Seer.
How stands the glass around?.
How sweet it were, if without feeble fright..
How sweetly doth my master sound.
Thackeray, 729
Anonymous. 174
Hunt. 769
Herbert, 805
I am a friar of orders gray.
I am monarch of all I survey.
I arise from dreams of thee.
I ask not that my bed of death.
I bade thee stay. Too well I know.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting
I cannot eat but little meat..
I cannot make him dead.
O'Keefe. 729
Cowper. 641
Shelley, 262
M. Arnold. 774
S. H. Whitman. 293
flowers...Shelley. 63
I come from the haunts of coot and hern.
I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way.
I envy not, in any moods..
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song.
I feel a newer life in every gale.
If I desire with pleasant songs.
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou.
I fill this cup to one made up.
If it be true that any beauteous thing.
If love were what the rose is.
If that the world and love were young.
If the red slayer think he slays
If this fair rose offend..
Still. 428
Pierpont. 157
Tennyson. 26
Shelley. 27
Tennyson. 165
Collins. 97
Percival. 7
Burbidge. 287
Mrs. Browning. 246
Pinkney. 278
Michel Angelo. 245
Swinburne. 251
Raleigh. 259
Emerson. 714
Congreve and Somerville. 248
Mrs. Browning. 246
If thou must love me, let it be for..
If thou wert by my side, my love.
If thou wilt ease thine heart..
If to be absent were to be..
If you become a nun, dear.
I give thee treasures hour by hour.
.Heber. 340
Beddoes. 562
Lovelace. 255
Hunt. 284
R. T. Cooke. 319
I have a son, a little son, a boy just five years.. Moultrie. 151
I have got a new-born sister.
I have had playmates, I have had companions. C. Lamb. 170
I have ships that went to sea.
I heard a sick man's dying sigh.
I hear no more the locust beat
I in these flowery meads would be.
Coffin. 647
Praed. 481
Shepherd. 274
Walton. 14
In Köln, a town of monks and bones
In London was young Beichan born..
In martial sports I had my cunning tried..
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes..Emerson. 31
In slumbers of midnight the sailor boy lay.
In summer, when the days were long..
In the desert of the Holy Land I strayed
In the hour of my distress.
In their ragged regimentals
In the merrie moneth of Maye
In the old churchyard of his native town..
In this world, the isle of dreams
Into the silent land
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan..
In yonder dim and pathless wood..
Iphigenia, when she heard her doom
I remember, I remember...
I said to sorrow's awful storm.
I sat with Doris, the shepherd-maiden.
I saw him last on this terrace proud
I saw him once before.
I saw the twinkle of white feet.
I saw two clouds at morning.
I say to thee, do thou repeat..
Dimond. 522
Anonymous. 274
Anonymous. 811
Herrick. 825
McMaster. 389
Breton. 247
Longfellow. 774
Herrick. 743
Salis, 539
S. T. Coleridge. 614
Uhland. 749
Landor. 509
Hood. 144
L. Stoddard. 737
Munby, 236
H. Smith. 557
Holmes. 732
Lowell. 674
Brainard. 339
Trench. 831
Is it come? they said, on the banks of the Nile. Brown. 745
I sought thee round about, O thou my God...Heywood. 844
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he.. R. Browning. 385
Is there for honest poverty.
Is there, when the winds are singing..
Is this a fast-to keep the larder lean.
It is an ancient mariner...
It is a place where poets crowned
It is not that my lot is low..
It is the miller's daughter.
It is the poet Uhland, from whose
It little profits that, an idle king...
I too have suffered. Yet I know.
Burns. 744
Blanchard. 122
Herrick. 816
.S. T. Coleridge. 615
Mrs. Browning. 685
H. K. White. 561
Tennyson. 277
wreathings... Butler. 692
Tennyson. 631
M. Arnold. 321
Loud he sang the psalm of David.
Loud is the Summer's busy song.
Loud wind! strong wind! sweeping o'er the..
Love comes back to his vacant dwelling.
Love is a sickness full of woes..
Love is the blossom where there blows...
Love knoweth every form of air.
Love me if I live...
Love me little, love me long..
Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay.
Love not me for comely grace..
Love thy mother, little one..
Low spake the knight to the peasant-girl.
Maid of Athens, ere we part..
Malbrouck, the prince of commanders.
Many a year is in its grave
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale.
Margarita first possessed...
Martial, the things that do attain.
Mary to her Saviour's tomb..
Maud Muller, on a summer's day.
Maxwelton braes are bonnie.
May, queen of blossoms..
May the Babylonish curse.
Fletcher. 253
Willis. 287
Cornwall. 272
Anonymous. 250
Norton. 332
Anonymous. 258
.Hood. 119
Sterling. 313
Byron. 262
Anonymous. 430
Uhland. 168
Scott. 379
Cowley, 283
Surrey, 698
Newton, 801
Whittier. 314
Douglas. 267
Thurlow. 8
. C. Lamb. 464
Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning. J. F. Waller. 236
Men have done brave deeds.
Methinks it is good to be here.
Anonymous. 416
Knowles. 778
Rogers. 340
H. K. White. 100
Milton, thou shouldst be living at this hour. Wordsworth. 417
Mine be a cot beside the hill.
Moon of harvest, herald mild.
Mortal mixed of middle clay.
Mournfully! oh, mournfully.
Mourn, O rejoicing heart....
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold.
My boat is on the shore..
My brier that smelledst sweet.
My coachman, in the moonlight there.
My days among the dead are passed.
My dear and only love, I pray.
My dear Redeemer, and my God.
My ear-rings! my ear-rings!..
My God, I heard this day.
My God, I love thee! not because.
My hair is gray, but not with years.
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness
My heart 's in the Highlands.
My heid is like to rend, Willie.
My life is like the summer rose.
Emerson. 718
Motherwell. 105
Anonymous. 736
Keats. 692
Byron, 175
Landor. 83
Lowell. 725
.R. Southey. 768
Montrose, 259
Watts. 807
Anonymous. 225
Herbert. 757
Xavier. 802
Byron, 512
pains... Keats. 39
Burns. 85
Motherwell. 312
R. H. Wilde. 738
friend... Burns. 753
My loved, my honored, much-respected
My love has talked with rocks and trees...
My love he built me a bonny bower.
My minde to me a kingdom is.
My mother bore me in the southern wild.
My soul, there is a country.
My soul to-day.........
My spirit longeth for thee.
Tennyson. 339
Anonymous. 497
Byrd. 705
Blake. 147
Vaughan. 836
Read. 73
Byrom. 811
B. White. 101
Clough. 738
Mysterious Night! when our first parent...J.
My wind has turned to bitter north.
Nearer, my God, to thee.
Needy knife-grinder, whither are you going.
Never any more..
Next to thee, O fair gazelle..
Noblest Charis, you that are.
No cloud, no relict of the sunken day...S.
No god to mortals oftener descends.
No more these simple flowers belong.
No seas again shall sever...
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea..
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note.
Not as all other women are..
Nothing under the sun is new.
Not in the swaying of the summer trees..
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments..
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul.
Not on a prayerless bed..
Not ours the vows of such as plight.
Now glory to the Lord of hosts...
Adams. 845
Canning. 461
R. Browning. 301
B. Taylor. 56
Jonson. 249
T. Coleridge. 40
Landor. 765
Whittier. 691
Bonar. 837
R. Southey. 520
Wolfe. 556
Lowell. 276
Cook. 731
E. Arnold. 673
Shakespeare. 165
Shakespeare. 244
Mercer. 821
Barton. 339
Macaulay, 367
O beauteous God, uncircumscribed treasure..J. Taylor. 836
O blithe new-comer, I have heard.
Wordsworth. 16
O, breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade. Moore. 549
O, Brignall banks are wild and fair..
Scott. 239
Och hone! and what will I do..
Lover. 289
Vaughan. 805
.Burns. 545
.Perry. 281
O come away, make no delay.
O Death! thou tyrant fell and bloody.
O, did you see him riding down.
O dig a grave, and dig it deep..
O faint, delicious, spring-time violet..
Of all the thoughts of God that are..
O, fear not thou to die.
Of Lentren in the first morning
Of mortal glory, O soon darkened ray.
Of Nelson and the north.
O for a closer walk with God.
Oft as my lady sang for me.
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray.
Oft in the stilly night..
Oft I see at twilight.
O gentle, gentle summer rain.
O God, my strength and fortitude.
O God, unseen but not unknown.
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky.
W. S. Roscoe, 551
Story. 34
Mrs. Browning. 764
Anonymous. 825
Dunbar, 629
Drummond. 774
Campbell. 403
Cowper. 846
Parsons. 673
Wordsworth. 143
Moore. 761
.S. H. Whitman. 565
Bennett. 62
Sternhold. 839
J. Montgomery. 850
Chatterton. 847
O happy sleep! that bear'st upon thy breast. ...Martin. 103
O happy Thames that didst my Stella bear.
O, how much more doth beauty.
O, it is great for our country to die
O, Kenmure 's on and awa, Willie
O lady, leave thy silken thread..
O lady, thy lover is dead, they cried
Old stories tell how Hercules
Old Time and I, the other night.
Old wine to drink!..
O leave the past to bury its own dead.
O Love divine, how sweet thou art
O lovely Mary Donnelly, it's you I love..
O Love, whose patient pilgrim feet.
O Mary, go and call the cattle home.
O, may I join the choir invisible
O melancholy bird, a winter's day
O mother dear, Jerusalem
O mother of a mighty race.
O, my love 's like the steadfast sun
O, my luve's like a red, red rose.
Sidney. 244
Shakespeare. 165
Percival. 354
Burns. 377
Hood. 675
Mac Donald. 326
A Lemo 427
Messinger. 171
Blunt. 247
Wesley, 823
Allingham. 270
David Gray. 344
Kingsley. 498
Eliot. 780
Thurlow. 107
Anonymous. 832
Bryant. 391
Cunningham. 343
Burns. 266
On a bleak ridge, from whose granite edges... Burleigh. 677
Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered.....Poe. 623
On deck, beneath the awning.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand.
On either side the river lie...
One more unfortunate.
One silent night of late.
O never say that I was false of heart..
O never talk again to me
One word is too often profaned
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
On Linden, when the sun was low.
Thackeray. 468
Spenser, 242
Tennyson. 597
Hood. 536
Anacreon. 286
Shakespeare. 244
Byron. 263
Shelley. 263
Milton. 38
Campbell. 400
Willis. 52
R. Browning. 409
Percival. 74
Anonymous. 569
R. Southey. 105
Shelley. 108
Shakespeare. 669
O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light
O say not that my heart is cold.
O sing unto my roundelay...
O, snatched away in beauty's bloom.
O'talk not to me of a name great in story.
O, that last day in Lucknow fort.
Wolfe. 739
Chatterton. 324
O that those lips had language! Life has passed.
O that 'twere possible.
O the Broom, the yellow Broom
O, the French are on the say..
O the gallant fisher's life
O the pleasant days of old.
O those little, those little blue shoes.
. Byron. 548
Byron. 292
Lowell. 414
Cowper. 653
Tennyson. 308
M. Howitt. 32
Anonymous. 385
Chalkhill. 13
Brown. 743
Bennett. 150
.Herrick. 550
Wordsworth. 121
O thou eternal One, whose presence bright..Derzhavin. 852
O thou, that swing'st upon the waving ear. Lovelace. 58
O thou, the wonder of all dayes.
O thou whose fancies from afar..
O thou, whose mighty palace roof doth hang
O Tim, did you hear of thim Saxons..
Our band is few, but true and tried.
Our bugles sang truce; for the night-cloud
Our life is twofold; sleep hath its own
Outstretched beneath the leafy shade
Over hill, over dale
Over the mountains.
Over the river they beckon to me.
O waly, waly, up the bank.
O, wert thou in the cauld blast
O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
O when 'tis summer weather.
Keats. 50
Thackeray. 475
.Bryant. 389
. Campbell. 649
world.... Byron. 296
.Southey. 766
Shakespeare. 578
Anonymous. 206
Wakefield. 781
Anonymous. 311
Burns. 267
Keats. 579
Bowles. 44
Bayly. 584
O, where do fairies hide their heads
O wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from . Macaulay. 369
O, where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son. Anonymous. 492
O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud.. Knox. 776
O' wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's...Shelley. 65
O, Willie's gane to Melville Castle..
O, will ye choose to hear the news.
O'world! O life! O time!.
O, yet we trust that somehow good
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west
Pack clouds away, and welcome day.
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies.
Peace to the slumberers
Peace! what can tears avail ?.
People, appear, approach, advance
Phoebus, arise.
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu
Piped the blackbird on the beechwood
Piping down the valleys wild
Praise to God, immortal praise.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire.
Prince Eugene, our noble leader..
Proud Maisie is in the wood..
Prune thou thy words; the thoughts
Prythee, Willy, tell me this..
Put the broidery-frame away.
Say not, the struggle naught availeth.
Say over again, and yet once over again. Mrs.
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.
See, from this counterfeit of him.
See how the orient dew.
See how yon flaming herald treads.
See the chariot at hand here of Love..
September strews the woodland o'er..
Set in this stormy northern sea.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's
Shall I tell you whom I love..
Shall I, wasting in despair..
She bounded o'er the graves..
Shed no tear! oh shed no tear.
Clough. 652
Browning. 246
Burns. 369
Keats. 86
Parsons. 418
Marvell. 6
Holmes. 642
Jonson. 248
Parsons. 80
0. Wilde. 400
163
Browne. 250
Wither. 285
day?..Shakespeare.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways.
She is a maid of artless grace.
She is a winsome wee thing.
..Keats. 578
Wordsworth. 148
Vicente. 276
...Burns. 342
She is far from the land where her young hero... Moore. 326
She is not fair to outward view.
H. Coleridge. 250
She is talking æsthetics, the dear clever creature.. Lytton, 477
Shepherds all, and maidens fair.. Beaumont and Fletcher. 96
She stood breast-high amid the corn.
She walks in beauty like the night.
She was a phantom of delight....
Hood. 275
.Byron. 676
Wordsworth. 676
Bayly, 535
Burns. 182
Croly. 355
Hood. 294
Sing the old song, amid the sounds dispersing.. De Vere. 279
Sir Marmaduke was a hearty knight
Sit down, sad soul, and count
Slave of the dark and dirty mine.
Sleep breathes at last from out thee
Sleep, love, sleep!.
Sleep on, baby on the floor.
Sleep! The ghostly winds are blowing
Slowly, with measured tread
So all day long the noise of battle rolled
So are you to my thoughts as food to life
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn.
Softly! She is lying with her lips apart.
Softly woo away her breath.
So is it not with me as with that Muse.
Some say thy fault is youth.
Sometimes a light surprises
Some years ago, ere time and taste.
So now is come our joyful'st feast..
So the foemen have fired the gate..
Sow in the morn thy seed...
Colman. 728
Cornwall. 769
..Leyden, 640
Hunt. 121
Judson. 342
Mrs. Browning. 117
Cornwall. 537
Mrs. Southey. 539
Tennyson. 571
..Shakespeare. 242
Whittier. 554
Eastman. 552
Cornwall. 528
Shakespeare. 164
Shakespeare. 243
Cowper. 822
Praed. 480
Wither. 183
Kingsley. 386
J. Montgomery. 819
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden. Longfellow. 36
Sparkling and bright in liquid light.
Spirit that breathest through my lattice.
Stand still, and I will read to thee.
Still on the tower stood the vane.
Still to be neat, still to be drest
Stop, mortal! Here thy brother lies
Storm-wearied Argo slept upon the water..
Suck, baby, suck mother's love grows.
Sweet, after showers, ambrosial air.
Sweet and low, sweet and low.
Hoffman. 173
.Bryant. 96
Donne. 247
Campbell. 99
Wordsworth. 739
Tennyson. 241
Jonson. 674
Elliott. 560
B. Taylor. 610
C. Lamb. 118
Tennyson. 97
Tennyson. 114
Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content.:. Greene, 701
Sweet Auburn loveliest village of the plain. Goldsmith, 659
Sweet babe! true portrait of thy father's face.. Surville, 118
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours. Drummond. 107
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright.
Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty.
Sweet is the pleasure...
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies
Sweetly breathing vernal air
Sweet poet of the woods, a long adieu !.
Sweet, sweet, sweet..
Herbert. 762
Darley, 278
Dwight. 715
Barbauld. 782
Carew. 3
C. Smith. 42
Hutchinson.
The awful shadow of some unseen power.
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht..
The bird that soars on highest wing.
The bloom hath fled thy cheek, Mary.
The boy stood on the burning deck.
The breaking waves dashed high...
The bubbling brook doth leap when I come
The castle clock had tolled midnight..
The clouds are scudding across the moon.
The cock is crowing..
The crimson moon uprising from the sea.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.
The day is ending..
The day of the Lord is at hand, at hand.
The day returns, my bosom burns..
Hood. 2
Shelley. 709
Anderson. 115
Montgomery. 817
Motherwell. 310
Hemans. 408
Hemans. 387
by.... Very. 31
Bowles. 556
B. Taylor. 68
Wordsworth.
5
Thurlow. 100
T. Gray. 784
Longfellow. 107
Kingsley. 747
Burns. 344
The moon is up in splendor..
The moon was a-waning...
The Moorish king rides up and down.
The mother of the muses, we are taught.
The mountain and the squirrel
The mountain sheep are sweeter
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime...
The night comes stealing o'er me..
The nightingale is mute- and so art thou.
The night is come, but not too soon..
The night is late, the house is still.
The night is made for cooling shade.
The old house by the lindens
Claudius. 100
Hogg, 523
Anonymous. 510
Landor. 733
Emerson. 726
Peacock. 457
O'Hara, 399
..Berkeley. 388
Heine. 596
Thurlow. 693
Longfellow. 760
Palmer. 158
Trowbridge. 68
Longfellow. 149
Through yonder windows stained and old.
Thus to be lost, and thus to sink and die.
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream.
Thy converse drew us with delight.
Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows....
Thy tuwhits are lulled, I wot..
Tiger Tiger burning bright
Time is a feathered thing
'Tis a fearful night in the winter time.
"Tis all a great show
'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand
'Tis death and peace indeed is here..
'Tis long ago we have toiled and traded.
'Tis much immortal beauty to admire.
'Tis sweet to hear the merry lark.
"Tis the last rose of Summer.
'Tis the middle watch of a Summer night..
To battle! to battle!.
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb.
To him who in the love of nature holds.
Toll for the brave.
To make my lady's obsequies.
To make this condiment your poet begs.
Too late I stayed-forgive the crime."
To thee, fair Freedom, I retire
Rodd. 777
Shelley. 672
Shakespeare. 164
Logan. 491
Tennyson. 167
Elliott. 33
Tennyson. 101
Blake. 57
Anonymous. 737
Eastman. 527
Very. 748
Watts. 842
M. Arnold. 648
Brown. 745
Thurlow. 675
H. Coleridge, 12
Moore. 86
Drake. 585
Motherwell. 373
Collins, 551
Bryant. 779
Cowper. 519
Orleans. 331
.S. Smith. 463
Spencer. 170
Shenstone. 733
Tread softly! bow the head..
Anonymous. 377
Mrs. Southey. 539
Drummond. 707
Anonymous. 651
Anonymous. 574
Goldsmith. 212
.Dryden. 666
ball-room...Strong. 295
Triumphing chariots, statues, crowns..
True it is that clouds and mist
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank
Turn, gentle hermit of the dale.
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
'Twas Commencement eve, and the
"Twas even the dewy fields were green.
'Twas in the prime of Summer time..
'Twas on a Monday morning..
'Twas the night before Christmas
Two dark-eyed maids, at shut of day.
Two seas, amid the night..
Two shall be born the whole wide world
The wish that of the living whole
The world is too much with us.
They are all gone into the world of light.
Wordsworth. 629
Vaughan. 830
They come the merry summer months.... Motherwell.
They sat together, hand in hand..
Anonymous, 303
Walker. 774
Anonymous. 720
R. Browning. 294
They say that thou wert lovely on thy bier..
This Indian weed, now withered quite.
This is a spray the bird clung to...
Milton. 794
Holmes. 72
Croly. 356
Anonymous. 429
Moore. 668
C. B. Southey. 83
...Heber, 828
.Bryant. 82
This is the arsenal. From floor to ceiling... Longfellow. 650
This is the month, and this the happy morn...
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign.
This was the ruler of the land.
This winter weather, it waxeth cold.
Those evening bells! those evening bells!.
Those few pale autumn flowers.
Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not..
Thou blossom, bright with autumn dew.
Though the day of my destiny 's over.
Thought is deeper than all speech.
Thou God unsearchable, unknown.
Thou hast beauty bright and fair.
Thou hast vowed by thy faith, my Jeanie.
Thou hidden love of God, whose height.
Thou hidden source of calm repose..
Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray..
Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea.
Thou still unravished bride of quietness.
Thon thrice denied, yet thrice beloved.
Byron. 170
Cranch. 715
Wesley, 851
Cornwall. 676
Cunningham. 267
Tersteegen, 824
Wesley. 824
Burns. 327
Dana. 70
Keats, 697
Keble. 813
Three fishers went sailing out into the west... Kingsley. 512
Three twangs of the horn
Tyrwhitt. 61
Thrice at the huts of Fontenoy the English Davis. 382
Through the night, through the night .. R. H. Stoddard. 517
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went... Morris. 187
Under a spreading chestnut-tree.
Under my window, under my window.
Underneath the sod low lying
Burns. 266
Hood. 524
Anonymous. 376
C. C. Moore. 131
Bryant. 332
.Sterling. 641
..Anonymous. 258
Longfellow. 643
Westwood. 145
Fields. 553
Shakespeare. 44
Under yon beech-tree standing on the green.. Meredith. 240
Up from the meadows rich with corn.
Upon a rock that, high and sheer.
Upon the sadness of the sea.
Upon the white sea-sand..
Up the airy mountain.
Up the streets of Aberdeen.
Up to her chamber-window
Up to the throne of God is borne.
Up up, my friend! and quit your books..
Victorious men of earth, no more..
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night.
Vital spark of heavenly flame..
Voice of Summer, keen and shrill.
Wail for Dædalus, all that is fairest.
Watchman, tell us of the night
Weak and irresolute is man..
We are born, we laugh, we weep..
We are the sweet flowers
We are the voices of the wandering wind
Weave no more the marriage chain
We count the broken lyres that rest
We dance on hills above the wind.
We dined. A fish from the river beneath..
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower
Whittier. 395
Bryant. 528
Thaxter. 772
Brown. 740
Allingham. 592
Whittier. 635
Aldrich. 284
Wordsworth. 815
Wordsworth. 715
Shirley. 650
Whitman, 397
Pope. 825
Bennett 102
Sterling. 508
Bowring. 808
Cowper. 741
Cornwall. 769
Hunt. 35
E. Arnold. 767
Cornwall. 553
Holmes. 562
Anonymous. 578
Anonymous. 288
Burns. 28
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