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The birds against the April wind
WHITTIER The breaking waves dashed high .
MRS HEMANS The bush that has most briars and bitter fruit
JONES VERY The clouds are flying, the woods are sigling
(Trans.) The convent-bells are ringing
BYRON The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
GRAY The danghter of a king, how should I know?.
H.H. The despot's heel is on thy shore
J. R. RANDALL The destiny, minister general
CHAUCER. The earth goes on, the earth glittering in gold ANONYMOUS. The færy beam upon you
BEN JONSON The feathered songster Chanticleer
T. CHATTERTON The slighty purpose never is o'ertook
SIAKSPEARE. The garlands wither on your brow
JAMES SIHIRLEY The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
SIIAKSPEARE The gods be your terror .
GOETHE: TRANS. BY Froth
INGHAM The harp that once through Tara's halls
MOORE The house of Chivalry decayed
BEN JONSON The king called his best archers
ANONYMOL'S The king is full of grace and fair regard
SHAKSPEARE The king is kind; and well we know
SHAKSPEARE The king sits in Dunfermline town
ANONYMOUS The king was on his throne
BYRON The Lord descended from above
STERXHOLD. The melancholy days have come
BRYANT The merry world did on a day
HERBERT The minstrels paved their Christmas tune
WORDS WORTH The moon is up, and yet it is not night
BYROX The Moorislı king rid is np and down
BYROX The muse doth tell me where to borrow
GEORGE WITHER The minise, mae poet ever fand her
BURSS The night is come like to the day .
SIR T. BROWNE The night is made for cooling sliade.
J. T. TROWBRIDGE The night is passed and shines the sun
BYROS. The old man said, " Take thou this shield, my son S. G. W The old mayor climbed the befry tower
JEAS INGELOW The owl is abroad, the bat, and the toad
BEN JONSON The pines were dark on Ramoth lill
SHAKSPEARE There is an island on a river lying
DERBY There is a pleasure in the pathless woods
BYRON There is a stream, I am not its name
A. H. CLOUGH. There is a tiile in the affairs of men
SHAKSPEARE There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale
WORDSWORTH There like a noh and golden pyramid
BEN JONSON “There is no God," the wickeri saith
CLOUGH There's a tlag hangs over my threshold
MRS. HOWE. There where leathi's brief pang was quickest.
BYRON There was a boy; ye know him well, ye cliffs
WORDSWORTH There was a king that much might
GOWER There was a langhing devil in his sneer
BYRON There was a sound of revelry by night
BYROX There was a time when meailow, grove,
and streain. WORDSWORTH Ther is right at the West side of Italy
CHAUCER The sea rolls vaguely, and the stars are dumbo ALLINGHAM The shadow on the dial's face
J. MONTGOMERY The sky is changed; and such a change
BYRON The show arise; and foul and fierce
THOMSON The spacious tirmament on high
ADDISON The Spirits I have raisel abandon me
BYRON The splendor falls on castle walls.
TENNYSON The stiu's above will make thee known
COWLEY The lent-lights glimmer on the land
WHITTIER The marthly voices ceased
SCOTT The wanton troopers riding by
MARVELL The weather leech of the topsail shivers .
W. MITCHELL The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn
SCOTT The wind it blew, and the ship it flew
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The wintry west extends his blast
BURXS The woods decay
TENNYSON They inade her å grave too cold and damp
T. MOORE They told me I wis heir: I turned in haste
H. H. They that never had the use
EDMUND Wallei. Think we King Harry strong .
SHAKSPEARE This ae night, this ae night
SOUTHWELL This army leci by a delicate and tender prince' SHAKSPEARE This bright wood-fire
E. S. H. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
SHAKSPEARE This knight a doughter hadde by his wif.
CHALCER. This morning, timely rapt with loly tire
BEX JONSON Thou art not gone, being gone
DONNE Thou Wossoni bright with autumn dew
BRYANT Though the day of my (lestiny's over
BYROX Thou hast learned the woes of all the world
C.S. T. Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeannie
A. CUNNINGHAM Thou hidden love of God! whose heiglit
WESLEY (Trans.). Thou that art our queen again
LEIGII IUXT Thou that hast a daughter
W. ALLISGILAM Thou thirt hast given so much to me.
HERBERT. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird !
KEATS, Thou whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance. HERBERT Three days though sapphire seas we sailed
H. H. BROWXELL
T. LOGAN Thy voice is heard through rolling drums
TESSYSOX Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
W. BLAKE Time latli, my lord, a wallet at his back.
SHAKSPEARE Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep..
YOUNG. 'Tis madness to resist or blame
MARVELL 'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more . BEATTIE 'Tis not every day that I
HERRICK "Tis not in battles that from youth we train
WORDS WORTH "Tis truth, although this trutli's a star
PATMORE. To be furions
SHAKSPEARE To beguile the time
SHAKSPEARE To be no more sad cure
MILTON To be or not to be, that is the question
SIAKSPEARE To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
COLLINS To heroism and holiness
PATMORE. Toiling in the naked tields
JOHX CLARE To keep the lamp alive
COWPER To me inen are for:what they are .
MOORE Triumphal arelı, that lill'st the sky
CAMPBELL "Twas All-Souls ere, iulid Suurey's heart beat higli . Scott 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
DRYTES Two went to pray - oh! rather say
RICHARD CRASIA W Two voices are there; one is of tlie sea
WORDSWORTH Underneath this sable hearse
BEX JOSSOS Underneath this stone ilotlı lye.
BES JONSON Under the greenwood tree
SHAKSPEARE Upon a rock yet increate
ANONYMOUS Uvedale, the piece of the first times
BEX JOSSON Vane. young in years, but in sage counsel old
MILTON Vex not thou the poet's mind
TENNYSON Wail for Dædalus, all that is fairest.
BURNS Well, honor is the subject of my story.
SILAKSPEARE We must not stint
SILAKSPEARE Westward the course of empire takes its way BERKELEY What is good for a bootless bene
WORDSWORTH What needs my Shakspeare for his honored bones MILTOX.
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When biting Boreas, fell and doure
24 Whence is it that the air so sudden clears
9 When Chapman billies leave the street
BCRSS When coliness wraps this suutering clay
112 When daisies pied and violets blue
SUAKSPEARE Whene'er a noble deel is wrought
0 When tirst thou didst entire to thee my heart
HERBERT When Flora with her fragrant flowers.
312 When Gor at tirnt made man
111 When I a verse shall make
HERRICK When I consider how my light is spent
271 When I do count the clock that tells the time
SHAKSPEARE When I love as some have told .
NB When Love with contine wings
415 When Music, heavenly maiil, was young
139 When spring to woods and wastes around
BRYANT When the British warrior queen
212 When the moon is on the wave
512 When ihe radiant morn of creation broke
4+ When we in our viciousness grow land
510 When whispering strains with creeping wind. WILLIAM STRODE
1:7 When wise Minerva still was young
LOWELL When with the virgin morning thou dost rise. HERRICK.
185 Where dost thou careless lie.
BEN JONSON Where have ye been, ye ill woman? .
Hogg Where is Timarchus gone?
FROM SINONIDES Where like a pillow on a bed
70 Where the bee sucks, there suck I
40 Where the remote Bermudas ride
MARVELL Which I wish to remark.
BRET HARTE While from the purpoling east departs
9 While malice, Pope, cienies thy page
272 Wither iniilst falling lew.
BRYANT Who counts limself as nobly born
E. S. H..
518 Who can divine what impulses from God
WORDSWORTH Who is the happy warrior
WORDS WORTH Who is the honest man
135 Whose are the gilled ients that crowd the way. MOORE. Whoso him bethoft
16 Why fearest thou the ontwäre fue
134 Willie stands in his stable loor.
BICIAN'S BALLADS Wilt thou be yone? it is not yet near day
5 Winstanley's deed, you kindly folk
GOETHE: TRANS, BY FROTHWithin my ears resounds that ancient song
ISGILAM Within the mind strong fancies work
WORDS WORTII With jovs unknown, with sadness unconfessed
F. B. SAS BORN
39 With naked foot and sickcloth vext.
SCOTT With wacritice before the rising morn
WORDSWORTII Woof of the fen, ethereal gauze
THOREAU Would wisdom for herself be wooed
PATMORE Ye banks and braes of bonnie Doon
BURNS Ye distant spires, se antique towers
GRAY Ye mariners of England
CAMPBELL Ye scattereil birds that faintly sing
BURNS Yes, I answerell you last night
67 Ye sigh not when the sum his course
167 Yet it few days, and thee
168 Yet do I fear thy nature.
512 Yet once more, () ye laurels, and once more
467 Youlay it wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier
TO TAYLOR Youneaner beauties of the night
WoTTox. Young Jamie lo ed me weel, and he sought me for his brice
LADY Axxe LINDSAY
207 You that can look through learen, and tell the stars BEACMOST AND FLETCHER . 15 Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown