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Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn .
Give me a spirit that on life's rough sea . .
Give me my cup ,

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Give me my scallop's shell of quiet.
Give place, ye Jallies, and begone. .
God moves in a mysterious way. .
God of science and of light . .
Goe, y rose, and interwove
Golililocks sat on the grass .
Go, lovely rose . . .
G), sou, the body's guest
Grandmother's mother; her age I guess . .
Great Goil, greater than greatest
Grent Oceani! strongest of Creation's sons
Gande Lorel Graham is to Carlisle gane.

. HERRICK . .

G. CHAPMAN .
BEN JONSON .
SIR W. RALEIGH
HEYWOOD
COWLER
CHAUCER.

HERRICK
. JEAN INGELOW

WALLER
. SIR W. RALEIGII

. W. HOLMES .
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Hail to the chief who in triumph advances

. SCOTT
Happy, happier far thu thou .

. MRS. HIEMAXS
ITpy those errly clays when I

VAIGUAN
Hark, lurk! the lurk it heaven's g

SILAKSI CARE
llark, how l'll bribe yoll

SILASLEARE.
Hitli this world without me wrong

F II ILEDGE
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss-shay? .0. W. HOLMES
.llearken in your ear .

. . LOWELL . .
lle clasps the crag witli hooked hauds . .

. TENSY SOX
lle is gone - is ilust

COLERIDGE (1

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Jie is one on the mountains.

SOIT
le leaves the earth, and says enough

. ANONYMO's.
llence, all your vain lelight-!

BLAUMONT AND FLETCHER
Hence, loutes melanchols!

. MILTON .
Helee, vain deludiug jorn! .

. MILTON. . . .
Here is the place; right over the hill

. WIIITTIER
Here let us live, in spend away our lives

. (ILANNING .
Here might I pause and bend in reverence

WORDS WORTH
ller eyes the glow-worm lend thee

• IERRIK .
Iler tinciels shame the ivory keys ..

. WHITTIER
ller linger w NO small, the ring.

SIR JOUX SICKLIX
ller hoise is all of echo made.

BEN JONSON .
Ile's a rare mun

, JENNISGELOW.
He's gane! he's gane! he's fra

BURSS . .
lle that loves a rosy cheek . .

. T. CAREW .
He works in rines, in magie rings of chance . J. J. G. WILKINSON
Ilope smiled when your nativity was cast

.WORDS WORTH .
llow changed is here each place man makes or tills! MATTHEW ARNOLD
Hlow fresh, () Lord, how sweet and clean!

IL CRBERT .
llow happy is he born and taught . .

Worrox.
llow many il time lavel . .

. . . BYRON. . .
How many thousand of my poorest subjects

SILAKSPEARE
Ilow near to yooul is what is fair!

BEN JONSON
How oft when thou my music, music play'st

• SILAKSPEARE
How pensant were the songs of Toobonai! .

BYROS.
llow selilom, friendls, a good great man inherits • COLERIDGE
llow sleep the brave who sink to test

COLLINS
JIow soon hath time, the subtle thief of youth. MILTOX ,
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon the bank!. SILAKSPEARE
llow they go by, those strange and dreamlike men! E S. H .
llow rainly dien themselves amaze! . . . .

MARVELL
llow young and fresh am I to-night! .

BEN JONSON .

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SCOTT . . .
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COLLINS.

SHAKSPEARE
. DOSSE , ,

WORDSWORTH
WORDSWORTH
R. HEBER . .
THOREAU.
HERBERT
. DONE
• WORDS WORTH
. R. B. COFFIN.

SHAKSPEARE .
. CHANTING ,

CHLUSSING .
WILLIAM MORRIS.
BYRON
HERBERT.
BURS. .
BRET HARTE.

ARTUR BOAR.
. WORDS WORTII.

TESSI SON . .
WORDSWORTH

TICKERMAN
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HERRICK.

ILARRIET PRES
• HERRICK.

0. W. HOLMES .
• DONNE .

COLERIDGE.
COLLINS . . .
BYROX. .
BYRON
SUKSPEARE
SHAKSPEARE
SUELLEY .
HERRICK.

BROWNING
. BIRNS .
. BYROX.

LOWELL
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I challenge not the oracle
I climbed the dark brow of the mighty He
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song .
If I may trust the flattering eve of sleep.
If men be worlds, there is in every one .
If this great world of joy and pain.
If thou be one whose heart the holy forms
If tholl wert by my side, my love . .
If with light lead erect I sing .
I got me flowers to strew thy way
I have done one braver thing.
I have learned to look on nature
I have ships that went to sea,
I have, thon gallant Trojan .
I have woven shrouds of nir.
I hear thy solemn anthem fall
I know a little garden close
I made a footing in the wall
I made a posie, while the day ran by.
I mind it weel, in early date , .
I'm sitting alone by the fire.
I must go furnish up . .
Inland, within a hollow vale I stood
In sweet (lreanis, softer than unbroken rest
In the frosty season, when the sun
In the gokilen reign of Charlemagne the king .
In the hour of my distress

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In the summer even .
In this world, the isle of dreams. .
In vain the common theme my tongue
In what torn ship soever I embark
In Xanadlu likubla Khm .
In yonler grave a Druid lies.
I see a dusk and awful ligure rise
I see before me the gladiator lie.
I see men's judgment are
I shall lack vojce: the needs of Coriolanus.
I sift the snow on the mountains below.
I sing of brooks, of blossomx, birds, und bow
I sprang to the stirru), and Joris and he. .
Is there for honest poverty .
Is thy fiice like this mother's, my
It don't seem harlly right, Jolu .
It follows how you are to prove.
It happen that I came on a clay . .
I think not on my father .
It is not to be thought of, that the flood
It little profits that an ille king
It's harrow, narrow make your bed .
It's no in titles or in ruk . . . .
It was fifty years ago
It was the season, when through a

e land
It was the time when lilies blow.
It was the winter wild.
It was thy fear, or else some transient wind
I wandereal lonely as a cloud . . .
I watched ber face, suspecting germs. .
I wish I were where llelen lies.
I would that thou might always be
I've taught me other tongues .

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WORDSWORTH
TESSYSON .
AXONYMOUS

BURNS, .
. LONGFELLOW.

LONGFELLOW
TESSYSON ,
MILTON.
W. CONGREN
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John Anderson, my jo, John .

BURYS .
John Brown in Kalisas 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, lorals, ladies, knights, and damsels

SPENSER
Knowing the heart of inan is sei to be ...,

. . . DANIEL *
King Ferdinand alone did stand one day upon the hill

LXKHARI SPANISH BAL-

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Lady Clara Vere De Vere

TEYYYSON.
Lady, there is a hope that all men have . . . CHANSIXG

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Lately, alas! I knew a gentle boy.

THOREAU
Leaning with parte lips, some words she spake. KEATS
Less worthy of applause, though more admired

COWPER
Let me not to the marriage of trio minds .

SHAKSPEARE
Let the bird of loudest lay . . . . . . SHAKSIEARE
Life and thought have gone away

TEXXYSON
Life, I know not what thou art

. MRS. BAUBAIL
Life may be given in many ways

LOWELL . .
Light-winged smoke! Icarian birul

THOREAU .
Like a poet hiilien . . .

SHELLEY.
Like as the waves make towards the pebble

ed shore. SILAKSPEARE
Like to the clear in highest sphere.

LODGE .
Lithie und listen, gentlemen . . . .

. ANONYMOL'S
Little Iusk, my wants are few.

0. W. HOLMES
Little was King Larin.

. WARTON
Lochiel, Lochiel! beware of the day

CAMPBELL
*. Lo," gnoth lie, ' Cast up thine eve"

CHALCER
Look not thon on beauty's charming . . . SCOTT .
Lord, wlienlqut this earthly stage

WATTS.
Loril, with whit cue hist thou begir round

HERBERT.
Loud is the vale, the voice is up.

• WORDSWORTH
Love is a sickness full of woes. .

DAVIES .
Low-anchoreil concl .

TIOREAU
Lo, when the Lord maile North and South . . PATMORE .
Lo, where she comes along with portly pace . . SI'ENSER .

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Macbeth is ripe for shaking .

SIAKSPEARE.
Man, thee behoveth oft to have this in mind . ANONYMOUS. .
Mawuts brit little here below

J. (). ADAMS
Men have done brave (leeds . . . . .

E. H. .
Merciful Heaven! . . . . . . .

SHAKSPEARE .
Merry it is in the good green wood .

SCOTT.
Methought I heard a voice say, "Sleep no more". SILAKSPEARE. .
Methinks it is cool to be here

. H. KNOWLES
Milton, thon shouldst be living a

olur .

WORDSWORTII
Mine eyes have seen the glory . .

. VRS, HOWE.
Mine honesty and I begin to square . . . . SILAKSPEARE,
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors.

SUSPEARE
Motions and means, on land and sea at war. , WORDSWORTIL
Monuufully, sing mouunfully . . . . . MRS. HEMANS
Mourn, hills in groves of Attica ..

WORDSWORTII.
Much have I travellecl in the realm

licATS.
My clear and only love, I pray.

. MONTROSE
My gentle Pick, come hither

SILAKSILARE
My God, I hear this clay. .

HIERBERT. .
My liege, I dileny no prisoners.

SILAKSPEARE
Milorl, yon told me you would tell rest.

SILAKSIDARE
My minil to me a kingilonis.

BYRD . . .
My mistress eyes are nothing like the sum .

SILAKSPEARE,
My mother, when I learned that thou wast (lead . (OWIEN
Mysterious night! when our tirst parent knew . J. BLANCO WHITE.
Naked on parents' knees, a new-born chill. . . SIR W. JONES (Trans.)
Nature is made better by no mean . .

SILAKSPEARE,
Nay, voll wrong her, my friend .

JULIA C. R. DORR
Needy knife-grinder', whither are you going

CAXXIXG. .
Nighi is fair Virtue's immemorial friend . . . YOUNG. . .
No abbey's gloom, nor dark catheatral stoops.

CHANNING
No! is my answer from this cok bleak ridge

• ANONYMOL's.
No man is lonl of any thing . . .

SILAKSPEARE
No more, no more, Oh! never more on me.

BYRON . .
Northwarille turneth through a little cloor

KEATS
No screw, no piecer can. . 3 . . .

. HERRICK
No splendor neath the sky's proud dome .

PATMORE.
Not a crom was heard, not a funeral note.

WOLFE.
Not mine own feius nor the prophetic soul

SILAKSPEARE.
Nought love in other like itself. .

W, BLAKE , .
November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugli

BURNS
Now deeper roll the nadleningrums . . . G. MELLEX. .
Xow hand your tongue . . . . . .

SCOTT
Now is the time for wrth

TERRICK
Xow is the winter of our discontent. . . . SILAKSI’EARE.
Now Nature has hermantle green

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BIRYS . . . .
Now overhead a rainbow bursting through . . BIROS . .

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SCOTT . . .
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon

Microx . .
O dear, ar Jeae Mori on!

MTHERWELL
() (livine star of heaven . . .

BEAUMONT AND FI TCHT
(craw me, Father, after thee ,

JOHN WESLEY
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue

BYRON . . . .
Oer western tides the fair spring clay.

W. ALLINGHAM
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

BURNS.
Of all the rices since the birth of time

WHITTIER .
Or Nelson and the North,

CAMPBELL
O for my sake do you with fort

SILAKSPEARE
Often tritting with a privilege

. WORDSWORTHI
Oft in the willy nught . .

T. MOORE .
Of truth, of grandeur, beauty, love, and hope . WORDSWORTH . .
Oft when returning with her loaded bill . . . THOMSOS.
O heavens, if you love old met

SILAKSI'EARE
( heard ve yon pibrochi sound and in the gale? . . CAMPBELL .
Oh, go not yet, my love . .

TESSSON .
Oh, have yena heard o' the fause Sakelde . . . SCOTT . . .
O how much more doll beauty beauteous seem. SILAKSPEARE
Oh, lovels Mary Donelly, it's you I love the best , ALLINGHAM .
O how cant thou renounce the boundless store

BEATTIE
O how feeble is man's power. .

DOXXE
Oh, weel may the boatie row . .

ANONYMOUS.
Olhave passed a miserable

SUAKSPEARE
( joy hast thon a filce.

I. II. .
Okeeper of the sacred key . .

F. WILSON
O listen, listen, ladies gay.

SCOTT .
Old wine to drink

MESSENGER
O Lord, in me there liethuonght .

SIDNEY. .
O messenger, art thon the king, or 1?

H.H . . .
O my lure's like a real, red rose. .

BURNS.
Once git a smell o' musk into a draw

1.OWELL .

Www . .
Once more, Cesario . .

SHAKSIEARE
Once we built ou fortress where you see.

W E. CILAXXING
On the mountain peak.

W. E. (HANSING
O never rudely will I blame luis faith

COLERIDGE .
One day, high weary of the irksome way

SPENSER .
On Linden, when the sun was low

CAMPBELL . .
0 Proserpina. .

SILAKSPEARE
Or if the son of proper kind.

CHAUCER. .
Orpheus with his lute maile trees

SILAKSPEARE .
O Sacreal Providence, who from endi

HERBERT.
O than the fairest day thrice fairer night

WILLIAM DRUMMOND
O tlt list (lay in Lucknow fort,

ROBERT LOWELL.
O that we now had here . .

SHAKSPEARE
O the days are gone when beauty bright . . . T. MOORE
() then what noul was his, when, on the tops. . WORDSWORTH
( then I see Queen Mab hath been with you , SHAKSPEARE . .
O thon gollesg

SHAKSPEARE
O thone who in the heavens dost dwell . .

BURSS
O thon that swing'stlpon the waving ear

LOVELACE .
O! 'tis wondrous much . . . . .

CHAPMAX
Our boat to the waves go free

W.E. CHANXING.
Our brethren of New England use

.BITLER.
Our bugles sang truce; for the night cloud had lowered CAMPBELL . . .
Our revels now are endled . . . . . . SILAKSLEARE.
Out on it: I have lovedl.

. SIRJOIX SICKLING
Ont upon time, who will leave no more

BYROX

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( waly, waly, my gay goss-hawk

ANONYMOUS.
( wals, waly, up the bank .

AXONYMOUS
O ye wha are sae quid yoursel ..

BURNS . .
O young Lochinvar is come out of the West . . SCOTT . .

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Passion o' me! cried Sir Richard Tyrone.
Peace to all such . . . . .
Pibroch of Donuil Dhi
Pleased we remember our august abodes
Praise to God, immortal praise . . .

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Rabia, sick upon her bed . . . . . . J. F. CLARKE (Trans.) .
Kambling along the marshes

CHANNING .
Rashly; and praised be rashness for it

SHAKSPEARE
Reason thus with life.

SIAKSPEARE
Remove yon sul from out the scattered

BYROX
Ring out, wild bells, to the will shy.

TENNYSON .
Rise up, rise up, Jirifa! lay the golden cushion down LOCKILIRT . .
Round my own pretty rose . . . . . . T. II. BAYLY
Royal Egypt! Empress .

SILIKSLEARE.
Rudolph, professor of the headsman's trade , , O. W. HOLMES . .
Ruin seize thee, ruthless king

GRAY .
Rumble thy belly ful! Nit tire! spout rain! .

SILAKSPEARE .
Rui, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears WILLIAJI DRUNNOND .

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Say to me, whose fortunes shall rise higher . . SUAKSPEARE
Say, what is llonor!

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Scots, whabae wi' Wallace bied.

. . . .

BURNS . . . . .
See liow the Orient (lew

MARIELL.
See lisins vales by living waters blest

CILARLES SPI
See the chariot at lunchere of love

BUSJONSOX .
See yonder souls set far within the shade

.. BEN JONSON .
Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it.

. SILAKSIDARE.
Shake off your heavy trance . . . . . BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER
Shall I, wisting in despair:. .

• WITIR . . . .
She, of whose ou, if we may say, 'twas gold. . DONNE . .
She's gane to well in heaven, my lassie

A CUXXINGI
She walks in beauty, like the night,

BYRON.
Shine kiuilly forth, September sun .

FB SAXBORN
Should auli acquaintance be forgot.

BI'

RS.

FULKE GREVILLE
Silence augmenteth grief – writing increaseth rage.

BROOKE) . . .
Silent, o Movle, be the roar of thy water

MOORE
Since I am coming to that lioly 1001

. DONE.
Since our country our God --Oli, my sire! . . BYRON . . .
Since the sun . . . . . . . . . WORDSWORTIL . .
Sing, and let your song be new. .

SIR PHILIP SIDNEY
Sing, () Goddess, the wrath, the untamable dander
of keitt . . . . . . . .

PUXIL.
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Sitting in my window

, BEAUMONT AND CHER.
Sleep is like ideath, and after sleep. . . ALLING ILAM
Sleep sweetly in your humble graves.

IIENRY TIROD
Slow, low fresh fouut, keep time .

BEN JONSON
So am I as the rich, wliose blessed key

SILAKSPEARE
So every spirit as it is not pure

SPENSER
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn

WHITTIER . .
Soft your; a won or two before you go .

SILASTE ARE
So Saturn, as he walked into the midst

. KEATS ,
So, when thin feet were planted on the plain

TENSYSON.
Spring all the graces of the age , .

BEN JONSON . .
St. Mark's hishecl abbey heard

MISS PALFREY
Star of the flowers and flower of the

J. J. G. WILKINSON
Stern langhier of the voice of God. .. . . WORDSWORTIL. .
Still to be neat, still to be drest ,

BEN JOSSOS.
Sven Vorteil birls his sword to hi

GEORGE BORROW
Sweep ho! Sweep lio! . .

E. S. II.
Sweet country life, to such mknown

HERRICK
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright.

HIERBERT.
Sweet echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st un een

MILTON
Sweetness, trutlı, and every grace

- WILLER.
Sweet perue, where clost thou dwell,

HERBERT
Sweet scented flower, wlio art wont to

. KIRKE WHITE

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Take along with thee. .
Take, o take those lips away.
Teach me, my God and King
Tell me not, sweet, I am kind. .
Tell me where is fancy breal
Tell us, thon clear and heavenly tongue
Thanks for the lessons of this spot.
That instrument ne'er heard. .
That real soul I reverence in whose eyes
That which her slender waist contined
The Abbot on the thresliole stood
The Assyrian came down like the wolf ont
The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne.

BEX JOYSOX
SHAKSPEARE

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