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Far have I clambered in my mind
HENRY MORE . SHAKSPEARE WORDSWORTH SILAKSPEARE DRYDEN SILAKSPEARE SUAKSPEARE. TENNISON SPESSER. SILAKSPEARE
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Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn
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Hul to the chief who in triumph advances
Have you heard of the wonderful one-lioss-shay?
SCOTT MRS. IEMANS VALGILAX SILAKSPEARE SILAKSLEARE. F. II. IIEDGE 0. W. HOLMES LOWELL TENNYSON COLERIDGE (Trans.) SCOTT A NONTMOUS. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER MILTON MILTON WUTTIER CHASSING WORDSWORTH 11 CRRICK WUTTIR SIR Jous SECKLING BEN JONSON JEAN INGELOW BURNS T. CAREW J. J.G. WILKINSON WORDSWORTH MATTITEW ARXOLD IL ERBERT Tortos BYROX SUAKSPEARE BEX JONSON SHAKSI'EARE BYRON. COLERIDGE COLLINS MILTON SILAKSPEARE E S. H MARVELL BEN JOXOX
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I am holy while I stand . 1 called on dreams and visions to disclose I came to a laund of white and green .
HERRICK WORDS WORTH CHAUCER
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I challenge not the oracle
SIDNEY H. MORSE
SHAKSPEARE If men De worlds, there is in every one
DOXXE If this great world of joy and pain
WORDSWORTH If thou be one whose heart the holy formis
WORDS WORTH If thou wert by my side, my love
R. HEBER If with light headl erect I sing
THOREAU. I got me ilowers to strew thy way
HERBERT I have done one braver thing.
DOSE I have learned to look on nature
WORDS WORTH I have ships that went to sea.
R. B. COFFIN I have, thon gallant Trojan
SHAKSPEARE I have woven shrouds of wir
CHANNING I hear thy solemn anthem fall
CHASING I know a little garden close
WILLIAM MORRIS I made a footing imahe wall
BYRON I made a posie, while the day ran by
HERBERT. I mind it weel, in early date
BURN I'm sitting alone by the fire
BRET HARTE I must go furnish up
ARTHI'R BOAR Inland, within a hollow vale I stood
WORDSWORTII. In sweet «ireans, softer than unbroken rest
TENNISON In the frosty season, when the sun
WORDSWORTH In the golden reign of Charlemagne the king . TICKERMAN In the lour of my distress
HERRICK. In the summer even
COLERIDGE In yonler grave a Druid lies
COLLINS I see a dusk and awful ligure rise
BYROX. I see before me the gladiator lie
BYRON I see men's judgments are
SUAKSPEARE I shall lack voice: the needs of Coriolanis.
SHAKSPEARE I sift the show on the mountains below
SHELLEY I sing of brooks, of blossomx, birds, and bowers HERRICK I sprang to the stiit, and Joris and he .
BROWNING Is there for honest poverty
BIRNS Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair chita?
BYRON It don't seem larilly right, Jolu
LOWELL It follows how you are to prove.
BEN JONSON It happen that I came on a day
CHALCER I think not on my father
SILAKSI'EARE It is not to be thought of, that the flood
WORDSWORTH It little profits that an ille king
TESSE SON It's narrow, narrow make your bed
ANONYMOUS It's no in titles or in rank
BURNS It was fifty years ago
LONGFELLOW It was the season, when through all the land .
LONGFELLOW It was the time when lilies blow
TENSYSON It was the winter wild.
MILTON. It was thy fear, or else some transient wind
W. CONGREVE I wandereıl lonely as it cloud
WORDSWORTH 1 watched her face, suspecting gerns
PATMORE I wish I were where lelen lies
SCOTT I would that thou might always be
N. P. Willis. I've taught me other tongues
BYRON. John Anderson, my jo, John
BURNS John Brown in Kansas settled like a steadfast
STEDMAN Just for a handful of silver he left us
BROWNING Just now I've ta'en a tit of rhyme
BURNS Kings, queens, lorils, ladies, knights, and damsels great
SPENSER Khowing the heart of inan is sei to be
LOCKHAKI King Ferdinand alone did stand one day upon the hill
Lady (lara Vere De Vere
Lately, alas! I knew a gentle boy.
SIR W. JONES (Trans.)
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Now ponder well. rou parents dear
ANONYMOUS Now wol I turn uw my tale agen
CHALCER ( Brignall Banks are will and fair
Scott O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon
Microx O dear, dar Jeanie Morii-on!
MOTHERWELL () (livine star of heaven
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER () draw me, Father, after thee
JOHN WESLEY O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea
BYRON (er we morntides the fair spring clay.
W. ALLINGHAM Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
BURNS Of all the rides since the birth of tiine
WHITTIER Of Nelson and the North
CAMPBELL O for my sake do you with fortune chide'
SHAKSPEARE Often triting with a privilege
WORDSWORTII Oft in the stilly night
T. MOORE of truth, of grandeur, beauty, love, and hope
WORDSWORTH Oft when returning will her loaded will
DOXXE Oli, weel may the boatie row
ASOSI MOI'S. Ol bave passed a miserable niglit
SUAKSPEARE () joy hast thou a face
I. II. O keeper of the sacred key
F. WILSON O listen, listen, ladies gay
SCOTT Old wine to drink
MESSENGER O Lord, in me there lietlinought
SIDNEY. O messenger. art thon the king, or 1?.
HH. O my luve's like a red, red rose.
BURNS Once git a smell o musk into a draw
LOWELL Once more, Cesario
SILAKSIEARE Once we built ow fortress where you see
WE. CHANXING On the mountain peak.
W. E. (HANSING Onever rudely will I Diame'lis faithi
COLERIDGE One day, nigli weary of the irksome way
SPENSER On Linden, when the sun was low
CAMIBELL 0 Proserpina .
SILAKSPEARE Or if the son of proper kini.
CHALCER. Orpheus with his lute maile trees
SILAKSPEARE O Sacred Providence, who from endio end
HERBERT. () than the fairest day thrice fairer night
WILLIAM DRENMOND O that list clay in Lucknow fort
ROBERT LOWELL o that we now had here
SHAKSPEARE ( the days are gone when beauty bright
T. MOORE ( then what noul was his, when, on the tops
WORDSWORTII O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you
SHAKSPEARE (0 lt 11 g less
SHAKSPEARE O thon who in the leavens dost dwell
BURNS O thou that swing'st iipon the waving ear
LOVELACE 0!'tis wondrous much
CHAPMAN Oir boat to the waves go free
W”. E. CHANNING, Our brethren of New England use
BITLER Our bugles sang trnce; for the night cloud had lowered CAMPBELL Our resels now are endled
SILAKSI'EARE Out 11 on it: I have loveel
SIR JOIS Stckling Oit npon time, who will leave no more
BYRON () waly, waly, my gay goss-hawk
ANONYMOUS. () waly, waly, up the bank
ANONYMOUS O ye wha are sae guid yoursel
BURNS. O young Lochinvår is come out of the West
SCOTT Passion o' me! cried Sir Richard Tyrone.
ANONYMOUS. Peace to all such
POPE. Pibroch or Donuil phil
SCOTT Pleased we remember our august abodes
LANDOR Praise to God, immortal praise .
MRS. BARBAULD. Queen Bonduca, I do not grieve your fortune
BEAU MONT AXD FLETCHER .
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Rabia, sick upon her bed
J. F. CLARKE (Trans.) Rambling along the marshes
CHANNING Rashly; and praised be raslıness for it
T. II. BAYLY Royal Egypt! Empress
SHAKSPEARE Rudolpli, professor of the healsman's tradė
O, W. HOLMES Ruin seize thee, ruthless king
WORDSWORTII Scots, whia bae wi' Wallace vied
BURNS See liow the Orient (ew.
MARIELL. See living vales by living waters blest
(HARLES SPRAGUE See the chariot at hand here of love
BEN JONSON See yonder souls set far within the shade
BEX JONSON Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it.
SILAKSI'EARE Shake off your heavy trance
BEAUMOST AND FLETCHER Shall I, wasting in despair:
WITHER. She. of whose poul, if we may say, 'twas goia. DOXXE She's gone to dwell in heaven, my lassie
A (UXXINGHAM She walks in beauty, like the night
BYRON Shine kindly torth, September sun
FB SAXBORX Should auld acquaintance be forgot .
FILKE GREVILLE (LORD Silence augmentetlı grief – writing increaseth rage.
BROOKE) Silent. O Moyle, be the roar of thy water
MOORE Since I am coming to that holy room
DONXE Since our country our God --Oh, my sire!
BYROX Since the s
WORDSWORTH Sing, and let your song be new
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Sing, O Goddess, the wrath, the untamable dander of keitt
PUNCIL. Sitting in my window
FLETCHER. Sleep is like ideath, and after sleep
ALLINGHAM Sleep sweetly in your humble graves
HENRY TIMROD Slow, now fresa fout, keep time
BEN JOXSOX So am I as the rich, whose lessed key
SUAKSPEARE So every spirit as it is most pure
SPENSER So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
WMITIER Soft you; a word or two before you go
Miss PALFREY Star of the flowers and flower of the stars
J. J. G. WILKINSON Stern daughter of the voice of God.
WORDS WORTI Still to be neat, still to be drest
BEN JONSON Sven Vonveel binds his sword to his side
GEORGE BORROW (Trans.) Sweap ho! Sweep ho!
E. S. H. Sweet country lite, to such unknown
HERRICK Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
HERBERT. Sweet echo, sweetest nymph that livist unseen MILTON. Sweetness, truth, and every grace
WALLER Sweet pere, where dost tlou dwell
HERBERT Sweet scented flower, who art wont to bloom
KIRKE WHITE Take along with thee
BEN Jossox Take, O take those lips away
SHAKSPEARE Teach me, my God and King
HERBERT Tell me not, sweet, I am juikind
LOVELACE Tell me where is fancy brech
SHAKSPEARE Tell us, thon clear and heavenly tongue
HERRICK . Thanks for the lessons of this spot
WORDS WORTH That instrument ne'er lieard .
DRAYTOX That regal soul I reverence in whose eyes
D. A. WASS) That which her slender waist contined
E. WALLER The Abbot on the threshold stood
SCOTT The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold. BYROS The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne.
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