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The melancholy days have come
The merry world did on a day
The minstrels played their Christmas tune
The moon is up, and yet it is not night
The Moorish king rides up and down
The muse doth tell me where to borrow
The muse, nae poet ever fand her
The night is come like to the day

The night is made for cooling slade.
The night is passed and shines the sun

The old man said, "Take thou this shield, my son

The old mayor climbed the belfry tower

The owl is abroad, the bat, and the toad

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MRS HEMANS
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(Trans.)
BYRON

GRAY

SIR T. BROWNE

J. T. TROWBRIDGE
BYRON.

S. G. W

JEAN INGELOW
BEN JONSON
WHITTIER

The pines were dark on Ramoth hill

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

TENNYSON

The recluse hermit ofttimes more doth know.

There in the fane a beauteous creature stands
There is a history in all men's lives

There is a mystery in the soul of state
There is an island on a river lying
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods
There is a stream, I name not its name
There is a tide in the affairs of men
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale
There like a rich and golden pyramid
"There is no God," the wicked saith
There's a flag hangs over my threshold
There where death's brief pang was quickest.
There was a boy; ye know him well, ye cliffs
There was a king that much might

H. H.

J. R. RANDALL
CHAUCER.
ANONYMOUS.
BEN JONSON
T. CHATTERTON
SHAKSPEARE.
JAMES SHIRLEY
SHAKSPEARE

GOETHE: TRANS. BY FROTH

INGHAM
MOORE

BEN JONSON
ANONYMOUS
SHAKSPEARE
SHAKSPEAKE

ANONYMOUS

BYRON

STERNHOLD.
BRYANT
HERBERT

WORDSWORTH

BYRON

BYRON

GEORGE WITHER

BURNS

DONNE

PROF. WILSON (Trans.)
SHAKSPEARE .
SHAKSPEARE
DERBY
BYRON

A. H. CLOUGH.
SHAKSPEARE
WORDSWORTH
BEN JONSON
CLOUGH

MRS. HOWE.
BYRON

WORDSWORTH

GOWER

BYRON

BYRON

WORDSWORTH

CHAUCER

ALLINGHAM

J. MONTGOMERY

BYRON

THOMSON

ADDISON

BYRON

TENNYSON

COWLEY

WHITTIER
SCOTT

MARVELL

W. MITCHELL

SCOTT
ANONYMOUS

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Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeannie Thou hidden love of God! whose height Thou that art our queen again

Thou that hast a daughter

Thou that hast given so much to me.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird!'

Thou whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance.
Three days through sapphire seas we sailed
Three poets in three distant ages born
Three score o' nobles rade up the king's lia'
Three years she grew in sun and shower.
Thy braes were bonny, yarrow stream.
Thy voice is heard through rolling drums
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep.

To beguile the time

To be no more

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'Tis madness to resist or blame

'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more

'Tis not every day that I

'Tis not in battles that from youth we train

"Tis truth, although this truth's a star

To be furious

sad cure

To be or not to be, that is the question
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
To heroism and holiness

Toiling in the naked fields

To keep the lamp alive

To me men are for what they are.

True bard and simple, as the race

Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky

"Twas All-Souls' eve, and Surrey's heart beat high.

'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won

Two went to pray-oh! rather say
Two voices are there; one is of the sea

Toll for the brave.

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

SCOTT

MOORE.

CAMPBELL

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BURNS
TENNYSON
T. MOORE

H. H.

EDMUND WALLER.

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SHAKSPEARE SOUTHWELL SHAKSPEARE E. S. H. SHAKSPEARE CHAUCER. BEN JONSON DONNE BRYANT

BYRON

C. S. T.

A. CUNNINGHAM
WESLEY (Trans.).
LEIGH HUNT
W.ALLINGHAM
HERBERT.

KEATS

HERBERT

H. H. BROWNELL
DRYDEN
SMITH'S SCOTTISH MINSTREL
WORDSWORTH

T. LOGAN

TENNYSON
W. BLAKE
SHAKSPEARE
YOUNG
MARVELL

BEATTIE
HERRICK.

WORDSWORTH

PATMORE.

SHAKSPEARE

SHAKSPEARE

MILTON

SHAKSPEARE

COLLINS

PATMORE.

JOHN CLARE COWPER

MILNES COWPER

SCOTT

DRYDEN

RICHARD CRASHAW WORDSWORTH

BEN JONSON

BEN JONSON SHAKSPEARE ANONYMOUS

BEN JONSON

MILTON TENNYSON

STERLING.

LORD HERBERT

BYRON

BURNS. BURNS

SHAKSPEARE
SHAKSPEARE

BERKELEY

WORDSWORTH

MILTON.

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You meaner beauties of the night

Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and he sought me for his

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LADY ANNE LINDSAY
BYRON

Young Neuka plunged into the deep
Your grace shall pardon me

SHAKSPEARE

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

Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown

LOWELL

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