.

718

61

186

73

God moves in a mysterious way Cowper 282 | Her hair was tawny with gold E. B. Browning 453
God of the thunder!

H. H. Milman 271 Her hands are cold; her face is white 0. W. Tlolmes 181
God prosper long our noble king R. Sheale 493 Her suffering ended with the day 7. Aldrich 188
God shield ye, heralds of the spring (Translation)

Her window opens to the bay.

Whittier

153
P. Ronsard 306 He said (I only give the heads). Byron
God's love and peace be with thee Whittier

31 He that loves a rosy cheek

T. Carew
Go, feel what I have felt

Anonymous

417
He was in logic a great critic

Dr. S. Butler 773
Go from me. Yet feel that I shall stand

He was of that stubborn crew.

Dr. S. Butler 291
E. B. Browning 110 He who hath bent him o'er the dead Byron
Go, happy Rose ! and, interwove R. Herrick His is that language of the heart Halleck 706
Gold! gold ! gold! gold !

7. Ilood 600 His puissant sword unto his side Dr. S. Butler 405
Go, lovely rose !

E. Waller
45 His young bride stood beside his bed Eliza Cook

151
Cone at last
E.C. Stedman 716 Home of the Percy's liigh-born race Halleck

528
Gone, gone
sold aud gone

Whittier 142

Home they brought her warrior dead Tennyson 199
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off Shakespeare 216 Honor and shame from no condition rise Pope

594
“Good morrow, fool," quoth I Shakespeare 618 Ho! pretty page with the dimpled chin Thackeray 56
Gurid morrow to thy sable beak Joanna Baillie 345 Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man Shakespeare 32
Good name in man or woman, dear my lord

Ho, sailor of the sea !

Sydney Dobell 490
Shakespeare 575 How beautiful is the rain !

Longfellow 311
Good night! (Transl. of C. T. Brooks Korner 426 How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh Shelley 302
Good reader, if you e'er have seen T. Moore 729 How calm they sleep beneath the shade C. Kennedy 269
Go, scul, the body's gliest

Sir W. Raleigh 614 | How dear to this heart are the scenes of my child-
Go to thy rest, fair child
Anonymous 195 hood.

S. W'ood worth 27
Go where glory waits thee

T. Moore 396 How delicious is the winning. Campbell 78
Great Newton's self, to whom the world Lamb 759 How does the water come down at Lodore?
Gresu be the turf above thee

Halleck
32

R. Sonthey 773
Green grow the rashes ()

Burns

58 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
Green litele vaulter in the sunny grass Leigh Hunt 356

E. B. Browning ut
Guvener B. is a sensible man

7. R. Lowell 769 How fine has the day been ! how bright was the
Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore Burns 168

sun!.

Waits

314
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove ! John Logan 342 How happy is he born and taught . Sir H. Wotton 57:
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firs: born! Milton 297 How many summers, love

Barry Cornwall 128
Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! Scott 394 How many thousand of my poorest subjects
Hail to thee, blithe spirit !
Shelley 343

Shakespeare 576
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick . R. Browning 640 How poor, how rich, how abject, how august
Happy insect ! ever blest
Walter Harte 355

Young 589
Happy insect, what can be (Translation of Abraham How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits
Cowley)
Anacreon 355

Coleridge 574
Happy the man, whose wish and care Pope
134 How sleep the brave, who sink to rest W. Collins

429
Hark! all, the nightingale !

Matt. Arnold 349 How still the morning of the hallowed day
Hark! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds Byron 710

7. Grahame 285
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings

How sweet it was to breathe that cooler air
Shakespeare 344

R. Bloomfield 374
Hark! the faint bells of the sunken city (Translation How sweet the answer echo makes T. Moore 55

of Jas. Clarence Mangan). W. Muller 635 | How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank !
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star

Shakespeare 585
Coleridge 280 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds Newton

272
Ha! there comes he, with sweat (Translation of “How sweetly,” said the trembling maid
Charles T. Brooks)
klopstock 435

T. Moore 160
Have

you
heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay

How wonderful is death! .

Shelley 577
0.1!'. Holmes 743 Husband and wise ! no converse now ye hold
Ha! whare ye gain, ye crawlin' ferlie? Burns

357

R.Il. Dana 217
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill Scott 527 I am a friar of orders gray

7. O'Keefe 754
Hear the sledges with the bells

E. A. Poc
538 "I am by promise tied"

Scott

511
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate

I am in Rome! Ort as the morning ray Rogers

532
Pope 615 I am monarch of all I survey

Cozoper 573
Heaven, what an age is this!.

C. Cotton 569 I am undone : there is vo living, none Shakespeare 154
He is the freeman whoin the truth makes free

I arise from dreams of thee

Shelley 109
Cowper 461 I asked an aged man with boary hairs Marsden
He is the happy man whose lise even now Cooper 570 I asked of echo, t'other day

3. G. Sare 736
He jeses at scars ihat never felt a wound Shakespeare 100 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
He, making speedy way through spersed ayre

Shelley 633
Spenser 636 I cannot, cannot say

I. CR 178
Hence, all ye vain delights Beaumont and Fletcher 224 I cannot eat but liule meat

John Stiil

732
Hence, loathed Melancholy
Milton 583 I cannot make him dead !

John Pierpont 185
Hence, vain deluding joys

Milton 604 I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away
Henry, our royall king, would ride a-hunting

YR. Lowvell 125
Anonymous 497 I care not, though it be

John Morris 48
Here I come creeping, creeping Sarah Roberts 369I charm thy life

Sonth 'y
Here is one leaf reserved for me T. Moore 45 I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn
Hure or elsewhere (all's one to you - to me Marien 702

Scott
Here 's the garden she walked across K. Browning 49 | I come from haunts of coot and hern Tennyson 327

.

617

.

679

211

.

.

I'd kind o' like to have a cot

Anonymous 136 | In a land for antiquities greatly renowned
i distinctly remember (and who dares doubt me?)

Jane Taylor 671
R. Buchanan 725
I do not love thee for that fair
T. Carew 41 | In a valley centuries ago

Anonymous

620
Anonymous
I don't appwove this hawid waw

742 In a valley far away

Thos. Davis

130
I don't go much on religion

John Hay 757
Indeed this very love which is boast

my
I drcamed that as I wandered by the way Shelley 630

E. B. Browning 110
If as a flowre doth spread and die G. Herbert 257 I need not praise the sweetness of his song
If chance assigned
Sir 7. Wyatt 56

7. R. Lowell 702
If doughty deeds my lady please Graham of Garimore 47 In either hand the hastening angel caught Milton 233

Shelley
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden

25

I never gave a lock of hair away E. B. Browning 110
I feel a newer life in every gale

Percival

310

In good King Charles's golden days Anonymous 754
If ever you should come to Modena Rogers 204

In heavy sleep the Caliph lay

7. F. C. 673
If he's capricious, she 'll be so

C. Patmore 114

In Köln, a town of monks and bones Coleridge 736
I fill thi: cup to one made up

E. C. Pinckney 39
If it be true that any beauteous thing (Translation In May, when sea-winds pierced RW.Emerson 366

M. Angelo
of J. E. Taylor)

R. W. Raymond 532
In Pæstum's ancient fanes I trod

43
If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well

Iu Sana, 0, in Sana, God, the Lord G. H. Boker 503

Shakespeare 690 In slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay
If music be the food of love, play on Shakespeare $85

W. Dimond 484
I found him sitting by a fountain side Beaumont and

So
In summer, when the days were long Anonymous
Fletcher 583 In the ancient town of Bruges Longfellow 577

Tennyson
If sleep and death be truly one

182 In the days that tried our fathers

R.H. Newell 775
If solitude hath ever led thy steps

Shelley 3co In the fair gardens of celestial peace . H. B. Stowe 176
If that the world and love were young Sir IV. Raleigh 73 In the hollow tree in the old gray tower
If the red slayer think he slays R. W. Emerson 614

Barry Cornwall 354
If this fair rose offend thy sight Anonymous

39 In the hour of

R. Herrick
my
distress

263

Punch
If thou must love me, let it be for naught

In the merry month of May

758
E. B. Browning 110
In their ragged regimentals

G. H. McMaster 446
If thou wert by my side, my love . Bishop Heber 128 In the silence of my chamber

W. E. Aytoun 231
If thou wilt ease thine heart
T. L. Beddves 186 In the sweet shire of Cardigan

Wordsworth 245
Ifthou wouldst view fair Melrose aright Scott 526 In this one passion man can strength enjoy
Ifto be absent were to be
Col. R. Lovelace 153

Pope

601
If women could be fair and never fond Anonymus co8 In vain the cords and axes were prepared W. Falconer 485
I grew assured before I asked
C. Pat more 96 In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

Coleridge 643
I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew Shakespeare 604 Iphigenia, when she heard her doom W.S. Landor 678
I have a name, a little name
E. B. Browning 17 | I prithee send me back

my

heart Sir 7. Suckling 47
I have got a new-born sister
Mary Lamb

T. Hood
4 I remeniber, I remember

19
I have had playmates

Chas. Lamb 230
I saw him kiss your cheek!

C. Patmore

78
I have seen a nightingale (Translation of Thomas I saw him once before

0. W. Holmes 225
Roscoe)

Estevan Manuel de Villegas 349 I saw two clouds at morning . 7. G C. Brainard 57
I have traced the valleys fair

John Clare 54
I have swung for ages to and fro R. W. Raymond 653 I sing about a subject now London Diogenes 706
I heard the trailing garments of the night Longfellow 304 I sing of a shirt that never was new!
I in these flowery meads would be 1. Walton 520

Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 748
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled

Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead E. B Browning 11
T. Moore
Is it the palm, the cocoa palm

Whittier 360
I like that ancient Saxon phrase Longfellogu 178 I sometimes hold it half a sin .

Tennyson 182
I'll hold thee any wager

Shakespeare 561 I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he R. Browning 397
I love, and have some cause

F. Quarles
258 I stand on Zion's mount

C. Swain 283
I love it, I love it! and who shall dare Eliza Cook Is there a whim-inspired fool

Burns 708
I love at eventide to walk alone
John Clare 313 Is there for honest poverty.

Burns

252
I love contemplating - apart

Campbell 489 Is there when the winds are singing Laman Blanchard 13
I loved a lass, a fair one .
Geo. Wither 168 Is this a fast, – to keep

R. Herrick 260
I loved bim not; and yet, now he is gone

I stood, one Sunday morning

R. M. Milnes 246
W. S. Landor 200 I think of thee! my thoughts do twine and bud
I loved thee long and dearly

P. P. Cooke
233

E. B. Broruning 111
I loved thee once, I'll love no more Sir R. Ayton 171 | I thought our love at full, but I did err 7. R. Lowell 127
I love thee, love thee, Giulio ! E. B. Browning 146 It is an ancient mariner

Coleridge 645
It is done!

Whittier 463
I love to hear thine earnest voice O. W. Holmes 356 | It is not beauty I demand

A nonymous
I'm a careless potato, and care not a pin 7. Moore 363 It is not growing like a tree

Ben Jonson

565
I made a posie, while the day ran by G. Herbert 610 It is the miller's daughter

Tennyson 50
I met a traveller from an antique land Shelley 542 It must be so. Plato, thou reasonest well!
I met him in the cars
G H. Clark 745

Addison 624
I mind me in the days departed E. B. Brosuning 27

I travelled among unknown men

Wordsquorth 442
I'm in love with you, baby Louise ! M E

6 It was a beauty that I saw

Ben Jonson

42
Impostor, do not charge inost innocent nature Milton 638 It was a dreary day in Padua .

G. H. Boker 680
I'm sittin' on the style, Mary. Lady Dufferin 203 It was a friar of orders gray .

Thos. Perry 87
! 'm wearing awa', Jean

Lady Nairn 181
la a dirty old house lived a dirty old man

It was a summer evening

Sonthey 375
W. Allingham 206 It was in my foreign travel

7. G. Saxe

727

136

.

28

.

60

.

356

338

II2

121

200

.

21

.

It was many and many a year ago E. A. Poe 205 Little inmate, full of mirth .

Cowper
“ It was our wedding day"

Bayard Taylor 127 Lochiel, Lochiel ! beware of the day Campbell 440
It was the autumn of the year Florence Percy 159 Look at me with thy large brown eyes Miss Mulock 3
It was the wild midnight.

Geo. Croly 430 “Look at the clock !" quoth Winifred Pryce
It was upon an April morn .
W.E. Aytoun 391

Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 751
I've wandered east, I 've wandered west

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been
W. Motherwell 154

D. G. Rossetti 613
I wandered lonely as a cloud . Wordsworth 369 Look round our world; behold the chain of love
I was in Margate last July Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 749

Pope
I weigh not fortune's frown or smile 7. Sylvester 567 Lord, I am weeping

Sydney Dobell 142
I went to the garden of love

Wm. Blake 607 Lord John stood in his stable door Anonymous
I will go back to the great sweet mother

Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh W.C. Bryant 530

A. C. Swinburne 205 Lord ! when those glorious lights I see Geo. Wither 2$
I will not have the mad Clytie. T. Hood 364 Lord, who ordainest for mankind W.C. Bryant 272
I will paint her as I see her E. B. Browning 24 Lo! where she comes along with portly pace
I wish I were where Helen lies!
Anonymous 197

Spenser
I wouid I were an excellent divine. N. Breton 260 Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours . Thos. Gray

303
I would I were on yonder hill
Anonymous Loud and clear.

R. H. Barham 541
I would not enter on my list of friends Cowper 598 Loud roared the dreadful thunder A. Cherry

481
I would not live alway

W. A. Muhlenberg 180 Love in my bosom like a bee. Thos. Lodge 65
Love is a sickness full of woes

S. Daniel

55
Jaffar, the Barmecide, the good Vizier Leigh Hunt 581 Love me little, love me long!. Anonymous 61
Jenny kissed me when we met Leigh Hunt 25 Love not me for comely grace Anonymous 61
Jesus, lover of my soul

C. Wesley 273 Love not, love not ! ye hapless sons of clay!
Jingle, jingle, clear the way
G. W. Pettee 518

C. E. Norton 235
John Anderson, my jo, John. Burns 129 Low on the utmost boundary of the sight
John Dobbins was so captivated R. S. S.

759

R. Bloomfield 314
Jorasse was in his three-and-twentieth year

Lucy is a golden girl

Barry Cornwall 49
Rogers 503 Maiden! with the meek brown eyes Longfellow
Jumping over gutters
A nonymous 767 Maid of Athens, ere we part • Byron

144
Just as I am, — without one plea Anonymous 274 “ Make way for Liberty !” he cried Montgomery 436
Just in the dubious point, where with the pool

Malbrouck, the price of commanders (French)
• Thomson
520

Translation of Mahony 405
Just in thy mould and beauteous in thy form

Man's home is everywhere. On ocean's flood
7. F. Cooper 479

L. H. Sigourney 58)

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart Byron 590
King Francis was a hearty king : Leigh Hunt

574 "Man wants but little here below" 7. Q. Adams 567
Kissing her hair, I sat against her feet A.C. Swinburne 107 Many a green isle needs must be Shelley 335
Kiss me softly and speak to me low 7. G. Saxe 78 March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale Scott
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle

Margarita first possessed .

A. Cowley
Byron 337 Martial, the things that do attain

Lord Surrey 135
Lambro, our sea-solicitor, who had Byron 555 Mary, I believed thee true

T. Moore 163
Lars Porsena of Clusium
T. B. Macaulay 431 Mary to her Saviour's tomb

Newton

277
Last night, among his fellow roughs Sir F. H. Doyle 385 Maud Muller, on a summer's day Whittier

75
Laud the first spring daisies
Edward Youl 307 May the Babylonish curse .

Chas. Lamb

415
Lawn as white as driven snow Shakespeare 562 Maxwelton braes are bonny

Anonymous 54
Laws, as we read in ancient sages Beattie

600 Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning Il'aller 98
Lay him beneath his snows

Miss Mulock

713 Men dying make their wills - but wives 7. G. Saxe 729
Leave wringing of your hands. Shakespeare 679 Merrily swinging on brier and weed

W. C. Bryant 345
"Less wretched if less fair"
E. B. Browning 453 Merry Margaret

John Skelton 38
Let Erin remember the days of old T. Moore

455 Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
Let not woman e'er complain

Burns
65

7. H. Payne 133
Let me move slowly through the street W. C. Bryant 572 Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire ! H. K. White 366
Let Sporus tremble

Pope

719 Mine be a cot beside the hill . Rogers 134
Let Taylor preach, upon a morning breezy T. Hood

741 Mine eyes have seen the glory 7. W. Howe 462
Let them sing who may of the battle fray Anonymous 421 Mine eyes he closed, but open left the cell
Leuconomus (beneath well-sounding Greek)

Milton

122
Cowper 718 Moan, moan, ye dying gales ! Henry Neele 224
Life! I know not what thou art . A.L. Barbauld

177 More strange than true : I never may believe
Life may be given in many ways
7. R. Lowell 714

Shakespeare 567
Light as a flake of foam upon the wind Montgomery 474 Mortals, awake! with angels join Medley 272
Like as the armed Knighte

Anne Askewe 264 Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors
Like as the damask rose you see Simon IV'astell 186

Shakespeare
Like the violet, which alone

.

396
58

.

.

.

.

486

My curse upon thy venomed stang Burns 602 | Now upon Syria's land of roses

T. Moore

337
My dear and only love, I pray Earl of Montrose 60 Now westward Sol had spent the richest beams
“My ear-rings, my ear-rings" 7. G. Lockhart 96

R. Crashaw

350
My eyes ! how I love you
Anonymous 74 O, a dainty plant is the ivy green C. Dickens

370
My genius spreads her wing

Goldsmith 536, Oaths terminate, as Paul observes, all strife
My gentle Puck, come hither . Shakespeare 655

Cowper 594
My girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair R. Buchanan 103 O beauteous God I uncircumscribed treasure
My God, I love thee I not because (Translation of

Jeremy Taylor 266
Edward Caswell) •

St. F. Xavier 257 O blest of heaven, whom not the languid songs
My hair is gray, but not with years Byron 551

Mark A kenside 630
My hawk is tired of perch and hood

Scott
517 O blithe new comer! I have heard

Wordsworth 342
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

O, breathe not his name !

T. Moore

455
John Keats 236
My heart leaps up when I behold Wordsworth

323
O Caledonia ! stern and wild

Scott

441
My heart is in the Highlands

Burns 514 O, came ye ower by the Yoke-burn Ford James Hoge 500
My heid is like to rend, Willie W. Motherwell 1740 dearest Lamb, take thou my

heart!
My letters ! all dead paper, mute and white

Moravian Collection 276
E. B. Browning m O, deem not they are blest alone W.C. Bryant 610
My life is like the summer rose
R. H. Wilde 610 O, dinna ask me gin I lo'e ye Dunlop

79
My little love, do you remember Bulwer-Lytton 77 O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea Byron 478
My loved, my honored, much-respected friend

O faint, delicious, springtime violet !

W. W. Story 367
Burns 291 O fairest of creation, last and best Milton

130
My love he built me a bonnie bower Anonymous 207 Of all the girls that are so smart. Harry Carey 52
My love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die

Of all men, saving Sylla the man-slayer Byron

711
7. R. Lowell 126 Of all the notable things on earth 7. G. Saxe 728
My love in her attire doth show her wit Anonymous 47 Of all the thoughts of God that are E. B. Browning 576
My minde to me a kingdom is Wm. Byrd 565 Of all the torments, all the cares Wm. Walsh

59
My mother sighed, the stream of pain 7. P. Curran 426 Of a'the airts the wind can blaw Burns

153
My mule refreshed, his bells

Rogers 335 O Father, let me not die young! . Anonymous 288
My name is Norval : on the Grampian hills

Of Nelson and the North

Campieil
John Home 502 O for a lodge in some vast wilderness Cowper 462
My native land, thy Puritanic stock R. H. Newell 774 O, formed by nature, and refined by art T. Tickell 123
· My prime of youth is but a frost of cares C. Tychborn 613 Oft have I seen, at some cathedral door Longfellow 527
My sister ! my sweet sister | if a name Byron 138 Ort in the stilly night .

T. Moore 227
My soul to-day

T. B. Read . 631 O gentle, gentle summer rain. Bennett 607
Mysterious night I when our first parent knew

O God, methinks, it were a happy life Shakespeare 135
Blanco White 302 O God! our help in ages past.

Watts

271
My true love hath my heart, and I have his

O God I though sorrow be my fate (Translation)
Sir Ph. Sidney 57

Mary Queen of Hungary 262
My voice is still for war
Addison 435 O, go not yet, my love

Tennyson 146
Nearer, my God, to thee
S. F. Adams 278 O happiness ! our being's end and aimi Pope

571
Needy knife-grinder! whither are you going?

O happy day that fixed my choice Doddridge 275

G. Canning 726 | O, happy, happy, thrice happy state T. Hood 758
Never any more

R. Browning 166 | Oh! best of delights, as it everywhere is 7. Moore 85
Never wedding, ever wooing

Campbell 64 ! O hearts that never cease to yearn Anonymous 176
Next to thee, O fair gazelle
Bayard Taylor 359 Oh! it is excellent .

Shakespeare 595
Night is the time for rest
Montgomery 303 O, lay thy hand in mine, dear!

Gerald Massey 124
Night was again descending
Rogers 332 O, how the thought of God attracts

Faber

284
No more these simple flowers belong Whittier

703 | O, I have passed a miserable night! Shakespeare 578
No single virtue we could most commend Dryden 196 | O Italy, how beautiful thou art ! Rogers 531
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea Southey 482 O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease Coleridge
No sun — no moon !

T. Hood

317 Old man, God bless you ! (Translation of Charles
Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note Chas. Wolfe 717 T. Brooks)

Pfeffel
Not a sous had he got Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 767 Old Master Brown brought his ferule down
Not far advanced was morning day Scott

387

Anonymous

26
Nothing but leaves; the spirit grieves Anonymous 269 Old Tubal Cain was a man of might C. Mackay

376
Not as you meant, О learned man A. D. F. Randolph 275 Old wine to drink !

R. H. Messenger 609
Not in the laughing bowers

Anonymous 223 O lovely Mary Donelly, it 's you I love the best !
Not only we, the latest seed of Time Tennyson

558

W. Allingham 52
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray

0, luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen
Milton

Burns

53
Now has the lingering month at last gone by

O Marcius, Marcius

Shakespeare 33
Wm. Morris 83 O Mary, at thy window be !

Burns

51
Now ponder well, you parents dear Anonymous O Mary, go and call the cattle home C. Kingsley 483
Now stop your noses, readers, all and some

O melancholy bird, a winter's day Lord Thurlow 353
Dryden 719

O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low Shakespeare 693
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? Shakespeare' 51
Milton 310 O mother dear, Jerusalem .

David Dickson 257
Now the last day of many days Shelley 333 O mother of a mighty race

W. C. Bryant 444
Now there's peace on the shore 7. G. Lockhart 406 O, my God! can it be possible I have Shelley

695
Now the third and fatal conflict. R. C. Trench 581 O my luve 's like a red, red rose

Burns

144
Now to the haven of thy breast Chas. Wesley 273 / 0, my love 's like the steadfast sun A. Cunningham 127

.

.

634

398

301

10

.

.

.

267

.

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
O Nancy, Bilt thou go with me T. Percy, D. D. 71 Our revels now are ended

Shakespeare 674
On came the whirlwind - like the last Scott

402
Out of the bosom of the Air

Longfellow 320
Once Switzerland was free!

J. S. Knowles 437 Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass
Once there was a gardener (From the German of

Miss K. P. Osgood 375
Miller).

7. C. Mangan 727 Outstretched beneath the leafy shade R.& C. Southey 288
Once this soft turt, this rivulet's sands W.C. Bryant 373 Ov all the housen o' the pliace. W. Barnes 51
Once upon a midnight dreary.
E. A. Poe 652 Over bill, over dale,

Shakespeare 656
On deck, beneath the awning

Thackeray 479 Over the dumb campagna sea E. B. Browning 334
One day, as I was going by

T. Hood 8 Over the river they beckon to me N. A. W. Priest 179
One day I wandered where the salt sea-tide A non. 596 0, waly, waly up the bank .

Anonymous 173
One day, nigh weary of the yrksome way Spenser 637 0, weep for Moncontour !

T.B. Macaulay 438
One hue of our flag is taken . R. H. Newell 775 | “O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms" John Keats 669
Ope more unfortunate

7. Hood

250

“O what is that comes gliding in T. Hood 746
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Pope 43
One year ago, - a ringing voice H. B. Stowe 1850, when 't is summer weather

W. L. Bowles 325
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand Chas. Wesley 265 0, wherefore come ye forth

T.B. Macaulay 438
On Linden, when the sun was low Campbell 398
Only waiting till the shadows. Anonymous 0, where shall rest be found

Montgomery 268
O no, no, - let ine lie
John Pierpont 379 | O whistle, and I 'll come to you, my lad Burns

73
O North, with all thy vales of green!

W.C. Bryant 275
O, now forever

Shakespeare 696 O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass Upton

51

Anonymous 195
On the banks of the Xenil the dark Spanish maiden O wild west-wind, thou breath Shelley 334

Whittier 363 0, will ye choose to hear the news? Thackeray 730
On the cross-beam under the Old South bell

O winter! wilt thou never, never go? David Gray 321

N. P. Willis 341 O World ! O Life! O Time! . Shelley 225
On what foundations stands the warrior's pride

O ye wha are sae guid yoursel' Burns

604
S. Johnson 709 0, young Lochinvar is come out of the west
On woodlands ruddy with autumn W.C. Bryant 382

Scott

115
On yonder hill a castle stands

Anonymous 509 Pack clouds away, and welcome day T. Heywood 298
O perfect Light, which shaid away A. Hume 371 Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully N. P. Willis

689
0, pour upon my soul again
W. Allston 227 Pauline, by pride

Bulwer-Lytton 159
O reader! hast thou ever stood to see Southey 360 Pause not to dream of the tuture before us
O reverend sir, I do declare F. M. Whitcher 768

F. S. Osgood 425
O'Ryan was a man of might Miles O'Reilly 730 Peace ! let the long procession come R. H. Stoddard 715
O sacred Head, now wounded Paul Gerhardt 276 Peace! what can tears avail? Barry Cornwall 151
O, saw ye bonnie Lesley

Burns
154 | Phillis is my only joy.

Sir C. Sedley 48
O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonny blue een ?

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu

Scott

393
R. Ryan
50 Piped the blackbird on the beechwood

spray
O say, can you see by the dawn's early light

T. Westwood 631
F. S. Key 447 Pleasant it was, when woods were green Longfellow 566
O say, what is that thing called Light C. Cibber 244 | Pleasing 't is, O modest Moon! .

H.K. White 421
O, sing unto my roundelay!

7. Chatterton 206 Ponderous projectiles, hurled by heavy hands
O, snatched away in beauty's bloom! Byron

188

RH. Newell 774
O that the chemist's magic art Rogers 607 “Praise God from whom all blessings flow"
O that those lips had language . Couper

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Miss Mulock

425
O the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee

Praise to God, immortal praise A. L. Barbauld 278

Thos. Davis 126 Prize thou the nightingale (Translation of John
O the broom, the yellow broom! Mary Howitt 366 Bowring):

M. T. Visscher 348
O the charge at Balaklava !

A. B. Meek
O the days are gone when beauty bright T. Moore 167 Put the broidery frame away. . E. B. Browning 139
0, the French are on the say! . Anonymous 455
O the gallant fisher's life

Sir H. Wotton 521
Quivering sears, heart-tearing cares

7. Chalkhill 521
O then I see, Queen Mab hath been with

you

Rear high thy bleak majestic hills W. Roscoe 705

Shakespeare 656 Rest there awhile, my bearded lance Horace Soxith 770
O the pleasant days of old

Frances Brown 465 Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot Anonymous 381
O the snow, the beautiful snow 7. W. Watson 251 Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky Tennyson 617
0, those little, those little blue shoes W. C. Bennett 16 Ring, sing ! ring, sing !

R. Buchanan 668
O thou of home the guardian Lar 7. R. Lowell 136 Rise, sleep no more .

Barry Cornwall 514
O thou vast Ocean !
Barry Cornwall 472 Rock of Ages, cleft for me

A.M. Toplady 274
O trilling toys that toss the brains Anonymous Rome, Rome! thou art no more

Mrs. Hemans 535
O unexpected stroke, worse than of death

“Room for the leper! Room !" N. P. Willis 536

Milton 232 Roprecht the Robber is taken at last Southey 761
O unseen spirit! now a calm divine John Sterling 299 Said I not so, -- that I would sin no more?
Our band is few, but true and tried W C. Bryant 446

G. Herbert 265
Our bugles sang truce, — for the night-cloud had

Samiasa! I call thee, I await thee Byron

69
Jowered.

Campbell 378 Saviour, when in dust to thee . Sir R. Grant 263
Our Father Land! and wouldst thou know

Say over again, and yet once over again
Samuel Lover 591

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