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The white reflection of the sloop's great sail,
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Tiger ! Tiger! burning bright, Tiit the slow daylight pale, Time, hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Time, in advance, behind him hides his wings, Tincture or syrup, lotion, drop, or pill, . Tired of play? tired of play!: 'Tis a fearful night in the winter time, "Tis all a great show, . 'Tis a story told by Kalidasa, "Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours; 'Tis not stringing rhymes together, "Tis said that when the nightingale, "Tis self whereby we suffer, "Tis sweet to hear a brook, 'tis sweet, 'Tis the part of a coward to brood, 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Titan! to whose immortal eyes, To be, or not to be, that is the question, To-day the sunshine freely showers, To him who, in the love of Nature holds, Toiling across the Mer de Glace, Toil on! toil on! ye ephemeral train, Too late I stayed – forgive the crimeTo learning's second seats we now proceed, Toll, tower and minster, toll, To Love in my heart, I exclaimed, 't' ther morning, To miry places me the hunters drive, To-morrow has trouble to lend,. To Thee, fair Freedom, I retire, Touch us gently, Time, . To you, my purse, and to none other wight, Tread lightly, she is near, . Tread softly! bow the headTriumphal arch, that fill'st the sky, True wit is nature to advantage dressed, 'Twas at the royai feast, for Persia won, 'Twas August, and the tierce sun overhead, "Twas in June's bright and glowing prime, 'Twas May! the spring with magic bloom, 'Twas the last tight at Fredericksburg, Two angels, one of Life and one of Death, Two children, in two neiglıbor villages, Two liands upon the breast, Two honest tradesmen meeting in the strand, Two maidens listening to the sea Two travellers of conceited cast, Tying her bonnet under her chin,
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Under the coffin-lid there are roses :.
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Want passed for merit at her open door :
Dryden, Was this the singer I had heard so long?
Cranch, . Waters above ! eternal springs !
Vaughan, We are all here!
Sprague. We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
Shelley, . We are born ; we laugh; we weep ;
B. W. Procter, We are ever waiting, waiting,
(.D. W. Brounell, We are face to face, and between us here,
P. (ary, We are living - we are dwelling,
Troubridge, We are wrong always, when we think too much,
E. B. Brorning, Wears of myself, and sick of asking, .
Arnold,. We count the broken lyres that rest,
Holmes, Wee, modest, crimson-tipped tiuwer, .
Burns, Weep hot for nue;
Nerman, We have been friends together, .
Norton, Wo indeed have heard,
Hood, Well might red' shame my cheek consume !
Trowbridge, We may not choose !
Jackson, We merry three,
Mackay, We must have doves and serpents in our heart
Quarles; We're all alone, we're all alone!
Spofford, Were I at Petra, could I not declare,
Tupper, Werther had a love for Charlotte, .
Thackeray, We sat by the cheerless fireside,
Stoddard, We should fill the hours with the sweetest things, Dickinson, : We that were friends, yet are not now, .
Hoffman, What ails this heart o' mine ?
Blumire, What ! and not one to heave the pious sigh ?.
R. Southey, Wbat a time since I wrote ! - I'm a sad, naughty girl, Moore, What could they be but bappy ? balanced so,
R. Browning, What frightens you thus, my good son ?
M. Prior, What heartache, – ne'er a hill!
Lanier, What if the foot, ordained the dusi to tread,
Pope, . What is hope? A smiling rainbow,
Carlyle, What is it that doth spoil the fair adorning,
A. Cary, What is the dearest happiness of heaven?
Coolidge, What is the little one thinking about?
Holland, What lies beyond the fair orizon's rim ?
Jennison, What love do I bring you?
Spofford, What makes a hero not success, not fame,
Sir H. Taylor, What man can hear sweet sounds and dread to die ? A. T. De l'ere, What man is he that boasts of Heshly might,
E. Spenser, Wiat memory fired her pallid face,
Spotford, ** What neeil has the singer to sing '?'
J. (. R. Dorr, What shall I do with all ihe days and liours,.
Kemble, . • What shall I sing?” I sigheid, and said,
J. J. Piatt, What's hallowed ground: Has earth a clod, .
Campbell, What sowds arouse me from my slumbers light?. Sargent, What though I sing no other song?
Winter, What though not all,
Akenside, What though short thy date!
E. Young, : What though the chilly wide-mouthed quacking, S. T. Coleridge, What thouglt is folded in thy leaves !
T. B. Aldrich, What to do to make thy fame,
Mackay, What wak'st thou, Spring? Sweet voices in the woods, Hemans, What war so cruel, or what siege so sore, .
E. Spenser, What was I cannot tell — thou know'st our story,. • Howe,
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What, what is virtue, but repose of mind, .
Thomson, What’wondrous power from heaven upon thee wrought ? Tharter, What would I save thee from, dear heart!
Gilder, What would life keep for me if thou should'st go? Jennison, When at eve I sit alone,
H. H. Brownell, When beeches brighten early May,
Cheney, When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Thomson, When brooks of summer shallow run,
Cornwell, When by the evening's quiet light,
Lorer, When chance or cruel business parts us two,
Couley, . When chapınan billies leave the street,
Burns, When chill November's surly blast
Burns, When coldness wraps this sutfering clay,
Byron, Whene'er with haggard eyes I view, .
Canning, When eve is purpling cliff and cave, .
Croly, When first I looked into thy glorious eyes,
Whitman, When first religion came to bless the land,
Crabbe, When first the bride and bridegroom wed,
Stoddard, When first the soul of love is sent abroad,
Thomson, When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave,
Vaughan, When freedom from her mountain height,
Drake, When, from the sacred garden driven,
Sprague, When God at first made man,
Herbert, When I am dead, my dearest,
C. G. Rossetti, When I am turned to mouldering dust,
Boker, When I behold what pleasure is Pursuit,
T. B.'Aldrich, When I beneath the cold red earth am sleeping, Motherwell, When I consider how my light is spent,
Milton, When I have fears that I may cease to be,
Keats, When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
Shakespeare, When I shall be divorced, some ten years hence, M. Arnold, When I shall go,
G. P. Lathrop, When Israel, of the Loril beloved,
Scott, When I was dead, my spirit turned,
C. G. Rossetti, When last the maple bud was swelling,
Gallagher, When love is in her eyes, .
Fay, When maidens such as llester die,
Lamb, When May, with cowslip-braided locks,
B. Taylor, . When men in health against physicians rail,
Crabbe, When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
W. Collins, When once thy foot enters the church, be bare,
Herbert, When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Byron, When the drum of sickness beats,
stoddard, When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
Dickinson, When the rose is brightest,
W’illis, When the sheep are in the fauld,
Barnard, When the stern genius, to whose hollow tramp, B. Taylor, When to any saint I pray,
Parsons, When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away,
T. B. Aldrich, When to the sessions of sweet silent thought,
Shakespeare, Where are you, Sylvia, where?.
Gosse, Where did you come from, baby dear?.
Macdonald, Where honeysuckles scent the way, ..
F. Bates, Where is the dust that has not been alive?
E. Young, Where is thy favored haunt, eternal voice,
Keble, Where now the rill, melodious, pure, and cool,
Beattie, Where shall we find a perfect life, whereby, .
Richardson, Where slopes the beach to the setting sun,
Sarage, . Where then shall Hope and Fear their objects find? S. Johnson, Which I wish to remark
Bret Harte, Whilst Thee I seek, protecting Power !.
Williams, White daisies on the meadow green,
Winter, White stars begin to prick the wan blue sky,
Lazarus, Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
Pope, : Who is it rides with whip and spur,
w. Young, Whom first we love, you know, we seldom wed, R. B. Lytton, Whom shall we praise ?.
Mackay, Who now shall grace the giowing throne, .
Sprague, Who often reads will sometimes wish to write, .
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Whose is the gold that glitters in the mine?.
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