I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled I like that ancient Saxon phrase I'll hold thee any wager I love, and have some cause 258 Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead E. B Browning 111 I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he R. Browning 397 C. Swain 283 708 252 489 Is there when the winds are singing Is this a fast, - to keep Burns Burns Laman Blanchard 13 R. Herrick 260 I think of thee! my thoughts do twine and bud E. B. Browning 111 I thought our love at full, but I did err J. R. Lowell 127 It is an ancient mariner It is done! Coleridge Whittier 645 463 O. W. Holmes 356 T. Moore It is not beauty I demand Anonymous 60 363 It is not growing like a tree G. Herbert Shelley Ben Jonson Tennyson 565 50 It must be so. Plato, thou reasonest well! G. H. Clark 745 624 My curse upon thy venomed stang My dear and only love, I pray 'My ear-rings, my ear-rings" My eyes! how I love you My genius spreads her wing My gentle Puck, come hither. Burns 602 Now upon Syria's land of roses Now westward Sol had spent the richest beams R. Crashaw 350 C. Dickens 370 Cowper 594 J. G. Lockhart 96 My girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair R. Buchanan 103 O beauteous God! uncircumscribed treasure Edward Caswell). My heart leaps up when I behold My heart's in the Highlands Jeremy Taylor 266 St. F. Xavier 257 O blest of heaven, whom not the languid songs Byron 551 517 pains 236 323 W. Motherwell 174 Moravian Collection 276 E. B. Browning 111 79 478 Rogers hills 335 O Father, let me not die young! Of Nelson and the North Campbell 486 John Home 502 774 613 138 631 435 O gentle, gentle summer rain. S. F. Adams 278 G. Canning 726 317 No more these simple flowers belong Dryden Southey T. Hood Oh! best of delights, as it everywhere is T. Moore O, lay thy hand in mine, dear! Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note Chas. Wolfe 717 Anonymous Old man, God bless you! (Translation of Charles O Mary, go and call the cattle home 310 333 7. G. Lockhart 406 R. C. Trench 581 O mother dear, Jerusalem. O mother of a mighty race O, my God! can it be possible I have O, my love 's like the steadfast sun Burns C. Kingsley 483 695 144 A. Cunningham 127 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- Our life is twofold; sleep has its own world tion of Charles T. Brooks) Krummacher 332 Byron 579 Miss K. P. Osgood 375 Outstretched beneath the leafy shade R. & C. Southey 288 402 7. S. Knowles 437 Once there was a gardener (From the German of Miller). J. C. Mangan 727 Ov all the housen o' the pliace W. Barnes 51 O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms" "O what is that comes gliding in" Anonymous 173 T. B. Macaulay 438 746 W. L. Bowles 325 T. B. Macaulay 438 H. B. Stowe 185 O, when 't is summer weather 398 267 John Pierpont 379 O, where shall rest be found O North, with all thy vales of green Shakespeare 696 O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? On Richmond Hill there lives a lass On the cross-beam under the Old South bell 51 Anonymous 195 363 Anonymous 509 298 On woodlands ruddy with autumn O perfect Light, which shaid away , pour upon my soul again O reader! hast thou ever stood to see O reverend sir, I do declare O'Ryan was a man of might O sacred Head, now wounded O, saw ye bonnie Lesley F. M. Whitcher 768 O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonny blue een? O say, can you see by the dawn's early light Pack clouds away, and welcome day Scott T. Heywood Bulwer-Lytton 159 Pause not to dream of the future before us Barry Cornwall 151 154 Phillis is my only joy Pibroch of Donuil Dhu R. Ryan 50 Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray Pleasant it was, when woods were green 566 H.K. White 421 R.H. Newell 774 607 "Praise God from whom all blessings flow" Thos. Davis 126 Praise to God, immortal praise Miss Mulock 425 A. L. Barbauld 278 (Translation of John Put the broidery frame away R. Buchanan 663 Barry Cornwall 514 A. M. Toplady 274 Samiasa! I call thee, I await thee Samuel Lover 591 Mrs. Hemans 535 N. P. Willis 536 Southey 761 G. Herbert 265 68 Sir R. Grant 263 E. B. Browning 111 Some of your hurts you have cured R. W. Emerson 625 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold R. W. Emerson 625 The bell strikes one; we take no note of time Dryden Anonymous 79 . H. Bonar 276 Byron 380 316 Shakespeare 558 Some years ago, ere time and taste Thank Heaven! the crisis Thanks untraced to lips unknown 145 Shakespeare 629 567 Eben. Elliott 706 182 That which her slender waist confined Waller 50 Shakespeare 35 Scott 684 |