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O, a dainty plant is the ivy green.
O Arranmore, loved Arranmore.

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

O'talk not to me of a name great in story

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Wolfe. 739
Chatterton. 824

.Byron. 548

.Byron. 292
Lowell. 414

O that those lips had language! Life has passed. Cowper. 653

O that 'twere possible..

O the Broom, the yellow Broom

Dickens. 93

O, the French are on the say.

Moore. 744

O the gallant fisher's life

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
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
...Martin. 103
Sidney. 244
Shakespeare. 165
Percival. 354

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.
O happy sleep! that bear'st upon thy breast.
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.

Burns. 377
..Hood. 675

MacDonald. 326
Anonymous. 427

Lemon. 483
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

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O the pleasant days of old.

O those little, those little blue shoes.

Tennyson. 308
M. Howitt. 32
Anonymous. 385
Chalkhill. 13

...Brown. 743
Bennett. 150

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..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

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..
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... .Anonymous. 455
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
Phœbus, 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.

Thackeray. 476

..Shelley. 562
Tennyson. 821
.....Scott. 238

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Rear high thy bleak majestic hills..
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky
Ring, sing! ring, sing! pleasant Sabbath.

Herbert. 801

Rise! Sleep no more! 'Tis a noble morn..... Cornwall. 86
Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas...
Rise up, rise up, Xarifa....

Anonymous. 491

Anonymous. 221

Rippling thro' thy branches goes the sunshine... Lowell. 51
Rise, heart! thy Lord is risen...

Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane...Longfellow. 769
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
Rock of ages, cleft for me.

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king.

Sad is our youth, for it is ever going..

Saint Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was..
Saint Anthony at church..

Saviour, when in dust to thee.

Willard. 808
Toplady. 807
Gray. 364

.De Vere. 737

Keats. 217

Anonymous. 478

Grant. 809

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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..

Burns. 369
Keats. 86
Parsons. 418
Marrell. 6
Holmes. 642
Jonson. 248
Parsons. 80
0. Wilde. 400
163
Browne, 250
Wither. 285
Gilman. 146

day?..Shakespeare.

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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..
She wore a wreath of roses.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot..
Shout for the mighty men....

Sigh on, sad heart, for love's eclipse.

Silent nymph, with curious eye.
Since you desire of me to know.

Sing again the song you sung.

Sing aloud! His praise rehearse.

Sing, sweetest thrushes, forth and sing!

Hood. 275
Byron. 676

Wordsworth. 676

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Shelley. 561
Shelley. 99

Simmons. 358

Take, oh! take those lips.... Shakespeare and Fletcher. 232
Take the dead Christ to my chamber.
Howe, $10

Tears, idle tears! I know not what they mean. Tennyson, 566
Tell me not, in mournful numbers

Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde
Tell me, what is a poet's thought.
That so thy blessed birth, O Christ
That thou art blamed shall not be.
The angel of the nation's peace.

The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the
The autumn is old..

Longfellow. 78

Lovelace, 254
Cormirall. 6

Wither. 799

Shakespeare, 242

Griffith, 397

fold.

Byron, 333

Hood. 92

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The day returns, my bosom burns.

Norris. 702

Curtis. 674

More. 791
Stoddart. 13

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..

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B. Taylor. 610
C. Lamb. 118
Tennyson. 97
Tennyson. 111
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. 79

The day of the Lord is at hand, at hand

Hemans. 387

Very. 31
Boncles. 556
B. Taylor. 68
Wordsworth.

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Thurlour. 100

T. Gray. T
Longfellow. 107
Kingsley, 747
Burns. 344

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The laird o' Cockpen he 's proud and he's great. Neirne. 214
The land beyond the sea..

The latter rain, it falls in anxious haste.
The lion is the desert's king.
The Lord is my shepherd.

Faber, 826
Very.
Freiligrath. 57

J. Montgomery. 838
Anonymous. 637
...Landon, 179
glimmer. Rodd. 750
Bryant. 84
H. Coleridge, 94
Tannahill. 64

The lords of Thule it did not please.
The lovely purple of the noon's bestowing.
The low plains stretch to the west with a
The melancholy days are come....
The mellow year is hasting to its close..
The midges dance aboon the burn.

The might of one fair face sublimes my love..M. Angelo.
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. 310

Landor. 733

Emerson. 726

.Peacock. 457
O'Hara. 899

.. Berkeley. 388

Heine. 596
Thurlow. 6:3
Longfellow. 760
Paimer. 158

Trowbridge. 68
Longfellow. 149

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

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They say that thou wert lovely on thy bier..

Vaughan. 830
Motherwell. 9
Anonymous. 303
Walker. 774

Milton. 794
Holmes. 72

This Indian weed, now withered quite. Anonymous. 720
This is a spray the bird clung to..
R. Browning. 294
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.

Croly. 356

Anonymous. 429

Moore. 668

C. B. Southey. 83
Heber. 828
Bryant. 82

.Byron. 170

Cranch. 715

Wesley. 851

Cornwall. 676

Wesley. 824

Burns. 327

Thou hast vowed by thy faith, my Jeanie. Cunningham. 267
Thou hidden love of God, whose height..... Tersteegen. 824
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.
Thou thrice denied, yet thrice beloved.

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

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

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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

To the lords of convention 'twas Claverhouse
To the sound of timbrels sweet

To thy lover, dear, discover.
Touch us gently, Time

Moore. 86
Drake. 585
Motherwell. 373
Collins, 551
.Bryant. 779
Cowper, 519
Orleans. 331
.S. Smith. 463

Spencer, 170
Shenstone. 733

Scott. 375
Milman, 333
Crashaw. 255

Cornwall. 786

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When winter winds are piercing chill.
When you are dead some day, my dear.
Where are the swallows fled ?.

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Longfellow. 106

Ropes. 730

A. A. Procter. 103

Where lies the land to which the ship would go. Clough, 648

Where shall we make her grave.

Where sinless rivers weep.

Where the remote Bermudas ride

Whether is better, the gift or the donor!.
Which I wish to remark

While on the cliff with calm delight she
While thee I seek, protecting power.
While the moon, with sudden gleam
Whilst, around her lone ark sweeping.
Whither 'midst falling dew..

Who best can paint th' enamelled robe.
Who fears to speak of Ninety-eight.

Who gave thee, O Beauty.

Who is Sylvia? what is she.

Hemans. 553

Rossetti, 562

. Marcell, $14
Emerson. 711
B. Harte,

kneels, Leonidas, 120

Williams, 890
Anonymous, 102
.Simonides. 141
Bryant. 42
Thurlow, 695

Ingram. 413

Emerson. 708

Shakespeare, 673

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Byrd. 702

Kemble. 281

What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod.. Campbell. 755

What shall I do with all the days and hours.

What stands upon the highland ?.

What's this vain world to me?.

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When Delia on the plain appears

Why thus longing, thus for ever sighing.
Why weep ye by the tide, ladye..

Why would'st thou leave me, O gentle child.
Widow machree, it's no wonder you frown
Willow, in thy breezy moan.

99

Nairne. 826

Will you hear a Spanish lady

Goethe, 694
Addison. 843

Anonymous. 373

Tennyson. 101

Burns. 457
Stanley, 257
Lyttelton. 249
Longfellow. 69
Canning. 462
Norton. 123
Vaughan. 789

When descends on the Atlantic.
Whene'er with haggard eyes I view.
When first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond
When first thy eies unveil, give thy soul leave..
When Freedom from her mountain height.
When gathering clouds around I view..
When I beneath the cold, red earth
When I consider how my light is spent.
When I do count the clock that tells.
When in disgrace with fortune..

When in the chronicle of wasted time.
When Israel, of the Lord beloved.
When I survey the bright..

When Love, with unconfined wings.
When maidens such as Hester die.

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Drake. 391
Grant. 810
Motherwell. 560
Milton. 742
Shakespeare. 163
Shakespeare. 164
Shakespeare. 243

...Scott. 814
Habington. 761 |
Lovelace. 255
C. Lamb. 541
Collins. 671

Willy's rare, and Willy's fair.
Wisdom and spirit of the universe..

Witch-elms, that counterchange the floor..
With deep affection..

With due condescension, I'd call your.
With fingers weary and worn.

Herrick. 20
Suckling. 25
Sewall, 740
Scott. 238
Hemans. 142
Lover, 200
Hemans. 52

Anonymous. 29

Anonymous. 491

Wordsworth, 109

Tennyson. 166
Prout. 664

Anonymous, 470

Hood. 588
Sidney. 245
Tennyson. 302
Tate and Brady. 842
Wordsworth. 329
Leyden.
Tennyson. 166

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st.
With one black shadow at its feet....
With one consent let all the earth..
With sacrifice, before the rising morn..
With silent awe I hail the sacred morn.
With trembling fingers did we weave.
Word was brought to the Danish king
Wouldst thou heare what man can say ?...
Wouldst thou view the lion's den?
Would you be young again?.

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Norton. 517

Jonson, K4

Pringle. 58

Nairne. 783

Would you hear of an old-fashioned sea-fight. Whitman. 404
Wreathe the bowl.......

Ye banks, and braes, and streams around.
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.

Ye genii of the nation...

50

Ye gentlemen of England.

83

R. T. Cooke.
M. Howitt.
Addison. 828
Anonymous. 163
Anonymous. 216
.Breton. 821
Perry. 158.
Cowper. 355
.Anonymous. 126
Anonymous. 324
Swinburne. 4
Longfellow. 772
Kinney, 62
Cornwall. 108
Barnard. 316
Lady Scott. 258
.Parsons. 177
.Shakespeare. 164
Byron, 300

When the hounds of spring are on winter's..
When the hours of day are numbered..
When the humid shadows hover.

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When thou art near me..

When to any saint I pray....

When to the sessions of sweet silent......
When we two parted.

When whispering strains with creeping wind....Strode. 669

Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell.
Ye have been fresh and green..

Ye heavy-hearted mariners..

Ye learned sisters, which have oftentimes.
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light.
Ye mariners of England

Ye midnight shades, o'er nature spread..
Ye nymphs of Solyma, begin the song..
Yes! hope may with my strong desire
Yes, I do love thee well, my child..
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more.
You know we French stormed Ratisbon..R.
You may give over plough, boys.
You meaner beauties of the night.
You must wake and call me early
You needn't be trying to comfort me..
Young Ben he was a nice young man
Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen bawn
You're my friend..............

T. Moore. 172

Burns. 326
T. Gray. 137
Thackeray. 474
Parker, 407
Doddridge, 82
Herrick. 81
Channing. 181
Spenser, 334
Marrell, 252
Campbell, 403
Mallett. 546
Pope. 797
M. Angelo. 245
T. Miller. 131
Milton. 542
Browning. 400

Dobell. 532
Wotton. 252
Tennyson, 52D
Vandegrift. 116

Hood. 466
Loter, 288

.R. Browning. 411

THE END.

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