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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