O friends, with whom my feet have trod..
O God! if this indeed be all...

O God, the giver of all...

O God, thon faithful God......

O God! whose thoughts are brightest light.

O God, whose thunder shakes the sky.
O happy glow! O sun-bathed tree!...

O keen, pellucid air..

O lady! we receive but what we give..

O Law, fair form of Liberty.

O Love, come back...

O Love Divine...

O loving God of Nature..

O melancholy bird........

O mistress mine, where are you roaming..

O messenger, art thon the king or I...

O mother, wait until my work is done..

O murmuring waters..

O my luve's like a red, red rose.

O mystic, mighty flower....

O Nature! all thy seasons please the eye.

O only Source of all our light..

O perfect Light, which shaid away.

O Power, more near my life.....

O reader, hast thou ever stood to see..

O river Beautiful...

O sacred star of evening, tell..

O saw ye bonnie Lesley.

O soul of mine....

O spirit of the summer-time.

O Stella golden star of youth..

O still, white face of perfect peace..

O strong soul, by what shore..

O summer-time, so passing sweet

PAGE

Whittier, 638
.A. Bronté. 744
..Linton. 704

Frothingham. 446
Faber. 733
Chatterton. 243
Mrs. Webster. 913
.C. T. Turner, 649
..Coleridge. 309
.Cutler. 846
..Marston. 916
Huntington. 760
.A. P. Miller. 885
Thurlow. 359
Shakspeare. 33
.Mrs. Jackson. 843
..Noyes, 934
Lady Scott. 740
..Burns. 261

Miss Barr. 939
Grahame. 270

Clough, 753

Hume. 35

..Lowell. 764

Southey. 321
.Plimpton. 833

O. W. B. Peabody. 524

O suns and skies and clouds of June..
O sweet and fair! O rich and rare..
O sweet wild roses that bud and blow..
O Switzerland! my country! 'tis to thee..
O thou eternal One! whose presence bright.
O thou great Arbiter of life and death...

O thou great Being! what thou art...

O Thou great Friend....

O thou, so early lost..

O thou that rollest above...

O Thon whose image in the shrine..

O time and death! with certain pace..

O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay.

O truth of the earth.

O vale and lake..

O weary heart, there is a rest..

O weel may the boatie row...

O wild and stormy Lammermoor..

O wild, enchanting horn........

O wild west wind, thou breath of autumn's

O Willie's gane to Melville Castle...

O winter, wilt thou never, never go.

O world! O life! O time!.

ye dead poets who are living still..
O ye uncrowned but kingly kings.
Occasions drew me early to the city..
Odors of Spring, my sense ye charm...
O'er meadows green...
O'er wayward childhood...

Of all the girls that are so smart..

Of all the human-helping songs..

Of all the myriad moods of mind..
Of all the thoughts of God that are...
Of idle hopes and fancies wild..

Of old, when Scarron...

Of Nelson and the North..

Of these the false Achitophel was first..

. Burns, 259
Chadwick. 902
.Allingham. 825
Walker. 469

D. R. Goodale. 942
.M. Arnold, 784
.Miss Pfeiffer. 926
Mrs. Jackson. 844

535
...Gilder. 924
..John Neal. 443

Bowring, 439
Young. 137
..Burns. 256
T. Parker. 689

M. Davidson. 644

Macpherson, 222

Clough. 753
Sands. 521

Bowles, 265
Whitman. 756
Mrs. Hemans. 449
....Mrs. Ellet. 749
John Ewen. 224
Lady Scott. 740
Mellen. 525
being....Shelley. 425
160
..D. Gray. SSS
..Shelley. 427
Longfellow. 632
Aiken, 552
Milton. 95
Mrs. Tighe. 317
Horne, 581
.S. T. Coleridge. 309
. Carey. 165
Wentz. 903
...Lowell. 764
Mrs. Browning. 669
Mrs. Hall. 580
Goldsmith. 200
..Campbell, 338

. Dryden. 118

Of this fair volume which we World do name... Drummond. 49

Oft has it been my lot to mark....

Oft have I walked these woodland paths..

Oft in the after-days...

Oft in the stilly night

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green....

Merrick. 185
..Laighton. 827

...Fane. 822
Moore. 346

Dickens. 706

Oh, let me alone.

Oh! listen, man! a voice..
Oh listen to the howling sea..

Oh! lives there, Heaven, beneath thy wide..
Oh, loosen the snood..

Oh, Mary, go and call the cattle home...
Oh, Master and Maker.

Oh, may I join the choir invisible..
Oh, my bosom is throbbing with joy.
Oh, never did a mighty truth..
Oh, not in vain....

Oh now, my true and dearest bride..
Oh, saw ye the lass.....

Oh, saw you not fair Ines..

.....Beattie, N
Shakspeare. 30

Mrs. Barbauld,

Oh say! can you see, by the dawn's early light..
Oh, say not so! a bright old age..

Oh! say not thou art all alone..

Oh say not woman's heart is bought..
Oh, say, what is that thing called light..
Oh, sweet Adare! oh, lovely vale...
Oh, sweet is thy current....

Oh, that I were the great soul of a world..
Oh, that the desert were my dwelling-place..
Oh, that those lips had language..

Oh, the charge at Balaklava..

Oh, the days are gone, when Beauty bright..
Oh, there's a dream of early youth..
Oh! thou bright and beautiful day..
Oh, thou conqueror...

544

Percival, 41

Faber.
Coleridge, Se
Burbidge, 76
.Keg. 343
R. H. Dana, 383
Curtis, 794
Campbell, 35
Halpine. 53
Kingsley, T
. Clarke, 62
Mrs. Cross, 771
M. Daridson, 644
Talfourd.
Linton. 74
Barnes, 63

Hood, 51%
Ken, 342
Barton, N

.A. A. Watts, b

Peacock, 594
Cibber. 12
.Grigin, 556

.H. B. Wallace. 740

Kennedy, 52)
Byron, 297
Comper,

Meek, 721
..Moore.

355

Simms 65

...Beaumont and Fletcher, 4

E. Johnson. 50
Miss Bates 94
Keats. 41
Boog. N

...... Mrs. Anne Grant 247

Oh! what a marvel of electric might..
Oh, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms..
Oh, what will a' the lads do.....
Oh, where, tell me where.....
Oh, wherefore come ye forth..
Oh, who shall lightly say that Fame....
Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud..
Oh ye wild groves, oh where...........

Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west..
Oh, to be home again....

Oh, weary heart! thou'rt half-way home.
Old Grimes is dead; that good old man.......
Old things need not be therefore true..
Old wine to drink...

On a night like this how many..
On Carron's side the primrose pale..
On Leven's banks while free to rove.
On Linden, when the sun was low..
On lips of blooming youth......

On parent knees, a naked new-born child.
On that deep-retiring shore...

On the deep is the mariner's danger..

Macaulay, 561
Miss Baillie, 266

..Knoz. 41

Beattie, 219

Scott, 2
Fields, T

Willis. 62-

Greene, 57
Clough, 731

R. H. Messinger. 683

.Brownell
Langhorne £1
..Smollett. 199
Campbell 35

Mrs. Conant. 86

.....Janes, 232

Milnes, 680
Brainard, 44

One day, nigh weary of the irksome way..

One more unfortunate..

One morn, what time the sickle 'gan to play.
One night came on a hurricane..

One of the stairs to head to heaven.

One saith "The world's a stage'

One sweetly solemn thought...

One word is too often profaned.

Only a baby small.....

Only a shelter for my head I sought.
Only the beautiful is real..
Ouly waiting till the shadows..

Onward forever flows the tide of life.
Onward! throw ail terrors off..
Ostera! spirit of spring-time..
Our bugles sang truce.....

Our gentle Charles has passed away.
Our gude man cam' hame at e'en.
Our life is like a cloudy sky...

Our life is twofold.................

Our native land-our native vale.

Dobson. 897
Montgomery, 303
Fields. 748
..Gilder. 924
Howells. 871
.Bryant. 466
...... Poe, 663
.Spenser. 11

.Hood. 508

Brydges. 264
Pitt. 532

Linton. 703
Symonds. 912
.P. Cary. 769
..Shelley. 427
.... M. Barr. 848
Lilian Clarke. 678
..Linton. 704
Mrs. Mace. 867
Symonds. 911
Bowring. 440

Mrs. Mace. 866

Rarely, rarely comest thou...
Reed of the stagnant waters..
Reflected in the lake I love..
Rejoice, ye heroes...

Religion, which true policy befriends.
Remember thee? Yes, while there's life.
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow..
Retire-the world shut out.............

Rise, rise! Lowland and Highland men..
Rise, then, Aristo's son, assist my Muse.
River is time in water; as it came...
River! river! little river....
Rock of ages, cleft for me..........

Rocked in the cradle of the deep..

Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river.
Roll on, thou ball, roll on........
Rose-cheeked Laura, come..
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch.

Rudolph, professor of the headsman's trade..

Sad is our youth, for it is ever going.....

PAGE

.Shelley. 426
Higginson. 792
Townshend, 58S

Talfourd, 470
Mrs. Phillips. 119
Moore. 347
Goldsmith. 199

Young. 138
..Imlah, 526
Henry More. 105

Holyday. 59
Mrs. Southey. 388

Toplady, 224
Mrs. Willard. 384

Mangan, 590
Gilbert. 871
Campion. 85
Mrs. Grant. 225
Holmes, 654

De Vere. 728

Keats. 4-6

Sad soul, whom God, resuming what he gave.. W. C. Roscoe, 787
St. Agnes' Eve,-ah, bitter chill it was..
St. Philip Neri, as old readings say.

Saw ye my wee thing..

Byrom. 153

...... Macneill. 230

Bret Harte. 878

Say, What is Freedom? What the right of souls. H. Coleridge, 498
Say, why was man so eminently raised..

Campbell, 336
Talfourd. 471

Say there! P'r'aps.....

161
Dary. 342
Byron. 401

Science may sneer at Faith...

Scion of a mighty stock...

Pringle. 408

157

.. Bennett. 772
.Miss Osgood. 905
Tennyson. 683
Powers. 816
Meredith. 826
Milman. 417
Hood, 514
Carleton. 928
75

Over the river they beckon to me............ Mrs. Wakefield. 861

Pack clouds away, and welcome day..
Heywood. 37
Passing from Italy to Greece, the tales.
Ford. 49
Passions are likened best to floods and streams.....Raleigh. 15
Pause not to dream of the future before us.....Mrs. Osgood. 708
Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires..... Pope, 151
Pedants shall not tie my strings....
People have teased and vexed me.....
"Philip Van Artevelde," Extract from.......
Phillips! whose touch harmonious..
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, pibroch of Donuil..
Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin.............
Pipe, little minstrels of the waning year....
Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray..
Piping down the valleys wild.....

Place we a stone at his head and his feet.
Pleasures lie thickest where...

Pleasures of Imagination............

Scorn not the sonnet, critic..

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled..

Sea-king's daughter from over the sea..
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.
Seated one day at the organ.............

See how the orient dew...

See! how with thundering fiery feet..
Seeing our lives by Nature now are led.
Seek not the spirit if it hide..........

See the chariot at haud here of Love..
Self-taught, unaided, poor, reviled..
Serene I fold my arms and wait....
Shakspeare, Detached Passages from...
Shall he whose birth, maturity, and age...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day.
Shall I tell you whom I love......
Shall I, wasting in despair..
She bounded o'er the graves.

Akenside. 186
.Hall. 571

A. H. Everett. 412
Wordsworth. 292

Burns. 257
Tennyson. €81
.... Keats. 495
Miss Procter. 806
Marvell, 113
T. Taylor, 251
McKnight, 900
Emerson, 592
...Jonson. 43
.. Garrison. 614
Burroughs. 872

33

Beattie. 220
Shakspeare. 29
Wm. Browne. 53
Wither. 52
Mrs. Gilman. 458

She comes, she comes! the sable throne behold.
She died in beauty! like a rose.............
She is not fair to outward view..

She of whose soul if we may say 'twas gold.
She passed up the aisle on the arm of her sire...
She pulls a rose from her rose-tree........
She stood breast-high amid the corn...
She walketh up and down the marriage mart.
She walks in beauty, like the night..
She was a phantom of delight.....

She was indeed a pretty little creature..
She wore a wreath of roses..

Shed no tear! Oh, shed no tear..

Step in, pray, Sir Toby, my picture is here..
Stern daughter of the voice of God...

Still here-thou hast not faded.....

Still sighs the world for something new..
Still to be neat, still to be drest.

Still young and fine.....

Stoop to my window, thou beautiful dove.
Stop, mortal, here thy brother lies....

Stop on the Appian Way..

Storm upon the mountain..

Strange looked that lady old, reclined..
Strange, strange for thee and me...
Strength of the beautiful day...
Strength, too! thou surly, and less gentle
Strew all their graves with flowers..
Strive; yet I do not promise.....
Strive not to say the whole...

Struggle not with thy life.

Suicide: From "Ethelstan'

Sure, to the mansions of the blessed..

Swans sing before they die.

.Sotheby. 249
Gallagher. 651
...Jane Taylor. 365

Thornbury. 824
Wm. Browne. 54
Lewis. 328
Wordsworth. 283
..Hallam. 695
Hoyt, 672
Jonson. 45
Vaughan. 107
..... Willis. 625
.....Elliott. 362
Mrs. Stoddard. 804
Westwood, 729
...Simmons. 700
Phoebe Cary. 769
J. Hawthorne. 929
boast....... Blair. 155
Very. 713
Miss Procter. 806
.Story. 752
Mrs. Kemble. 694
..Darley. 376
.Adams. 535
.S. T. Coleridge. 555

Simmons, (?)

Wyatt. 6
Herbert, 61
Tennyson, 68

Take back into thy bosom, earth....
Take back these vain insignia of command..Sir A.de Vere, 394
Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear........ Mason, 198
Take, oh take those lips away......Beaumont and Fletcher, 4
Tangled I was in Lové's snare.....
Teach me, my God and King..
Tears, idle tears, I know not..
Tell him I love him yet...
Tell me, friend-as you are bidden.
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind..
Tell me, now, my saddened sonl..

Praed, 55
...Clarke, 678
Lovelace, 109
.Greg. 001
.Barker. 142

M. Arnold. 74
Waller, s
Crashaw. 101

Tell the fainting soul in the weary form..
That son of Italy who tried to blow.
That which her slender waist confined......
That which makes us have no need....
The air is white with snow-flakes clinging.....
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold...Byron, 4%
The autumn time is with us......

The awful shadow of some unseen Power..
The bird that soars on highest wing...
The birds are singing by Avon bridge....
The birds must know: who wisely sings...
The blessings which the weak and poor may...
The blue waves gently kiss the strand..
The boy stood on the burning deck.........
The bread of life we bring.....

The breaking waves dashed high...

.Payne. 91:

Gallagher, 632

...Shelley. 435
Montgomery, 316
....Bell, 009
Mrs. Jackson. 545

Talfourd. 41

Fenner, 19
Hemans, 445
Wasson, 7-6

Mrs. Hemans. 4`

..Burleigh. 706
Mrs. Wakefield. Sti
Bayard Taylor. 887
........Shelley, 42.
Aubrey de Vere, 13

......Gray. 198
.Chadwick, 902
Longfellow. 21
Miss Kimball. 856

Elliott. $62

The day is cold and dark and dreary..
The day is ended: ere I sink to sleep.......
The day still lingers though the sun is down............................ Noyes, 934
The day was dark, save when the beam...
The days of youth! The days of glad life-gain....McKnight, 899
The dead leaves strew the forest walk..
The dead leaves their rich mosaics.......
The Death of Faustus..

The deep affections of the breast..
The despot's heel is on thy shore...
The dew is on the summer's greenest grass
The evening star rose beauteous...
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame..
The faithful helm commands the keel..
The feathered songster chanticleer..
The forces that prevail eternally..
The garden trees are busy with the shower...
The glories of our blood and state..
The gloom of the sea-fronting cliffs.....
The goddess gasped for breath.......
The good-they drop around us.
The gray sea and the long black land.
The groves of Blarney.....

The hands of my watch point to midnight..
The harp that once through Tara's halls..
The heath this night must be my bed..
The high-born soul disdains to rest......
The honey-bee that wanders all day long.
The hours are past, love.....
The hours on the old piazza......
The island lies nine leagues away..
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece...
The jackdaw sat on the cardinal's chair.
The joy-bells are ringing in gay Malahide..

Brainard, 484

.S. Longfellor, 766

Marlowe. 25
Campbell, 359
Randall, see

Nicoll. 720

.Callanan. 460
Shakspeare. 31

O'Reilly, 9

Chatterton, 200
...McKnight, 90:

Hallam, 65
Shirley. W
Daien 931
Hirst.

.I. Williams, 549
Browning. T
..Milliken. GI
Conant. 880
Moore, 346
Scott,
Akennds, 157
Mrs. Botta, 77H
Mrs. Kembl, €34
Story. 732

.......R. H. Dane, $4
Byron. 36
Barham, 45
Grigin, 56

..A. Smith. S35
.....Aird. 580
.... Lowell. 762
..Southwell. 23
Addison. 128
.. Rossetti. 822
R. Miller. 691
.H. Coleridge. 497
Bryant. 468
.....Thom. 409

The morning breaks bonny o'er mountain..
The muse, disgusted at an age and clime.. ........ Berkeley. 139
The name of Commonwealth is past and gone....... Byron. 399
The night has a thousand eyes..
The night is come: like to the day..
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower..
The opal-hued and many-perfumed morn..
The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded..

The other shape, if shape it might be called...
The pilgrim fathers, where are they..
The poetry of earth is never dend..

Bourdillon. 938
.Sir T. Browne. 87
Miss Ingelow. 840

536
.Campbell. 338
.Milton. 96

.Pierpont. 379

Keats, 493

Aldrich. SGS

Norton. 351
531
.Merivale. 344

There was not on that day a speck to stain..
There were three sailors of Bristol city...
There were twa sisters sat in a bow'r.

.Hay. 84
Southey. 321

Thackeray. 696

77

Shakspeare. 32

The rain has ceased, and in my room.

The rain is o'er: how dense and bright..

The rain's come at last...........

The reasoning faculty, and that we name...
The quality of mercy is not strained..

The soul leaps up to hear this mighty sound.
The soul of man is larger than the sky..
The spacious firmament on high
The spearmen heard the bugle sound.
The splendor falls on castle walls..

The scene was more beautiful, far, to the eye....... James, 355
The sea, the sea, the open sea.............
....Procter. 385
The shades of night were falling fast..
.Longfellow. 633
The silver moon's enamored beam.. ...J. Cunningham. 204
The sky is bright-the breeze is fair..
.Moore, 350
The sluggish smoke curls up....
.Thoreau. 745
Calvert. 591
.H. Coleridge. 497
..Addison. 128
.Spencer. 295
Tennyson. 683
Willis. 625
Hosmer. 731
Wilcox. 462
..Anster. 442
Blake. 250
Tannahill. 324
Miss Mitford. 382
......Hunt. 371
.A. C. Coxe, 750
.Shelley. 422
Collier. 917
..... Mrs. Anne Hunter. 225
..Lathrop, 937
Alford. 692
II. R. Jackson, 778
my....Brainard. 485
Mrs. Moulton, 863
D. R. Goodale. 942
Moore. 346

The spring is here-the delicate-footed May.
The stars shed a dreamy light.......

The sultry summer past, September comes..
The summer sun was sinking..
The sun descending in the west...
The sun has gane down.....

The sun is careering in glory and might..
The sun is up, and 'tis a morn of May.......

The sun is up betimes....

The sun is warm, the sky is clear...

The sun sank low; beyond the harbor bar..........
The sun sets in night.....

The sunshine of thine eyes.....

Mrs. Welby. 779
..E. Sargent. 716

Durivage, 727
.... Wither. 51
...Shelley. 423

Collier. 918

Robbins. 707

The sweetest flower that ever saw the light...
The tattoo beats, the lights are gone..
The thoughts are strange that crowd into
The time will come full soon...
The trees are barren, cold, and brown........
The turf shall be my fragrant shrine..
The twilight hours, like birds flew by.
The very pulse of ocean now was still..
The vicomte is wearing a brow of gloom.
The voice which I did more esteem.....
The waters are flashing...
The waves came moaning up the shore..
The waves of light are drifting..
The weather-leech of the top-sail shivers..
The wind came blowing out of the West.
The Wind one morning sprang up from sleep.
The world is too much with us....
The world may change from old to new.... Mrs. Adams. 609
The world of matter, with its various forms......... Young. 137
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever now...... .Shakspeare. 30
Then Shakspeare rose....
.Sprague. 415
Then the master, with a gesture of command...Longfellow, 629
Then welcome, Death! thy dreaded harbingers.. Young. 137
There are no ills but what we make....
There came three men out of the West..
There came to the beach...

Mitchell. S13

.Harney. 853

...Howitt. 4S3

Wordsworth. 292

.C. Cotton. 114
75

..Campbell. 337

These are thy glorions works, Parent of good....... Milton. 97
These as they change, Almighty Father, these.... Thomson. 167
These songs of mine, the best that I have sung....Stoddard. 803
These times touch moneyed worldlings..... .. Wordsworth. 294
They are all gone into the world of light... Vaughan. 107
They are flown, beautiful fictions..
They gave me advice and counsel..
They grew in beauty side by side..
They sin who tell us love can die...
They speak of never-withering shades..
They tell me first and early love....
They tell us, love, that you and I......
They were two princes doomed to death.............
They'll talk of him for years to come...
Things of high import sound I in thine ears....E. Peabody. 623
Think in how poor a prison thou didst lie..
Think me not unkind and rude....
Think not that strength lies in the big.....J.
Think upon Death; 'tis good to think.
Think you I choose or that or this to sing..
This day beyond all contradiction...
This figure that thou here seest put..
This gentleman and I..

This is her picture as she was..
This is my little sweetheart dead.
This is the ship of pearl.......
This motley piece to you I send.
This only grant me, that my means may lie...
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle.
This sweet child which hath climbed..
This world a hunting is.

Thou happy, happy elf...

Thou lingering star, with lessening ray.
Thou say'st, "Take up thy cross
Thou singest by the gleaming isles..
Thou that drawest aside the curtain...
Thou wilt never grow old.....

Thou wouldst be loved?-then let thy heart..
Three days through sapphire seas we sailed..
Three fishers went sailing away to the West..
Three, only three, my darling..

Threescore o' nobles rade up the king's ha'.
Through every age.

Through love to light! Oh, wonderful.
Throughout the world, if it were sought..
Throw thyself on thy God......

Thus doth Beauty dwell..

Thus far have I pursued my solemn theme..

Thus it fell upon a night....

Thy braes were bouny, Yarrow stream.

Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue...

Thy memory as a spell...

Thy smiles, thy talk, thy aimless plays..
Thy will be done, Almighty God..............
Tiger, tiger, burning bright...

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back.
Time moveth not; our being 'tis...
'Tis a fearful night in the winter-time..
'Tis Autumn, and my steps...

'Tis gone, that bright and orbéd blaze...
'Tis morn: the sea-breeze seems to bring..
'Tis not every day that I....

"Tis not for golden eloquence I pray..
'Tis strange what awkward figures..

"Tis sweet to think the pure, ethereal being...

PAGE

Hood. 513
.....Burns, 259
Palgrave. 796
Aldrich, S67
..Alice Cary. 769
Mrs. Howarth, 547
.Poe. 665
Brownell. 773
Kingsley. 765

532
554
.Akenside. 157
Gilder. 924
Wyatt. G

.Herschel. 441
.Akenside. 187

3

H. K. White. 377
Gower.
.Logan. 234
Gall. 330
Macnish. 573
Walker. 469
Mrs. McCord. 674
Blake. 250
Shakspeare. 31
H. K. White. 377
..... Eastman. 738
..J. H. Bryant. 627

Twelve years are gone since Matthew Lee......R. H. Dana, 284
"Twas needful that with life of low degree..
Two armies covered hill and plain...
Two went to pray? Oh, rather say......

Under the stormy skies, whose wan..
Under this stone doth lie........
Underneath this sable hearse..

Unfading Hope! when life's last embers buru..
Unlike those feeble gales of praise......
Unmerciful! whose office teacheth mercy..
Up from the meadows rich with corn....
Up from the South at break of day...

Up! pilgrim and rover, redouble thy haste..
Upon God's throne there is a seat for me.................
Upon the hill he turned..
Upon the white sea-saud..

McKnight,
Thompson, 199
..Crashaw. 102

Miss Barr, 909
Villiers, 542
Jonson, 45

Campbell

Moore, 345
.Knowles, 457
Whittier, GaG

. Read. Pol
Croswell, GC
...Cranch. 714
Bayly, Sei

Frances Brown, 41

Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old........................
Various and vast, sublime in all its forms..

..Keble. 437

Prentice. 578
..Herrick, 54

"Venice Preserved," Scene from...

.F. Tennyson. 617

Hood. 511
Barham. 407

To France trudged homeward two grenadiers. . C. T. Brooks. 711
To him who, in the love of Nature, holds..
To learnéd Athens, led by fame....

To leave the world a name is naught...

To London, once my steps I bent..

To sea! to sea! the calm is o'er..

To thee, fair Freedom, I retire.

To the ocean now I fly....

To the sages who spoke, to the heroes.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art...
To whom our Saviour calmly thus replied..
To whom the winged hierarch replied...
To thine eternal arms, O God..

To you, my purse, and to none other wight.
To you the beauties of the autumnal year..
Toll for the brave....

To-morrow, didst thon say..

... Bryant. 464
Mrs. Barbauld. 227
Mangan. 590
..Ludgate. 4
Beddoes. 591
Shenstone. 182
.Milton. 100
Sprague, 415
...Pope. 150
Milton. 98
Milton. 98

Higginson. 791

Chaucer. 2
.Southey. 323

. Cowper. 214

N. Cotton. 175

Venomons thorns that are so sharp..
"Virginius," Knowles's, Scene from..
Vital spark of heavenly flame.......

Wake from thy azure ocean-bed....
Wake not, O mother! sounds of lamentation..
Wake now, my Love, awake; for it is time..
Walk with the beautiful..

Was ever sorrow like to our sorrow..
Waves, waves, waves!..

'Way down upon de Swannee Ribber.
We are born; we laugh; we weep..
We are living-we are dwelling..
We are two travellers, Roger and I....
We be soldiers three..

We break the glass whose sacred wine..
We count the broken lyres that rest..
We every-day bards may "Anonymous"
We have met again to-night....
We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair.
We knew it would rain, for all the morn.
We know not what it is, dear.............
We live in deeds, not years..

We sail toward evening's lonely star..
We sleep and wake and sleep...

Milton, 99

Crabbe, 245

We see them not-we cannot fear..
We talked with open heart and tongue..
We watched her breathing through the night..
We were not many, we who stood..
Weary of myself, and sick of asking.
Webster's "Duchess of Malti," Scenes from..
Wee, modest, crimson-tippéd flower....
Wee Willie Winkie..
Weep not for me..........

Swinburne, 813
.... Aldrich, 68
Mis. Dodoe, 904
.....Байен, 765
Mrs. Thart v. Sc
Tennyson, 6
Hawker. 53
Wordsworth. 2

Hood. 54
Hognan, 6*7

M. Arnold, 783

Burns,

34

W. Miller, H
J. H. Newman. 573
McLellan, 690
Selvester,

Well do I love those various harmonies.
Were I as base as is the lowly plain...
What action wouldst thon wish to have in haud..Chapman. 19
What can a poor man do but love and pray..
What constitutes a State....
What dost thou bring to me

H. Coleridge. 43
Sir Wm. Jones, 2004

..Mrs. Dorr, NY

What dost thou see, lone watcher on the tower.....
What dream of beauty ever equalled this...
What heartache-ne'er a hill..........

What is hope? A smiling rainbow..

What is that, mother.....

What makes a hero?-not success..

Markay 724

Horitt, 453

Lanier, $17

Caride, 475

Doane, 5S

Linton. 704
.Tennyson, 684

What needs my Shakspeare for his honored bones...Milton.