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The birds against the April wind
H. H .
J. R. RANDAL
BEX Joxsox ,
GOETHE: TRANS. BYF
MOORE . . . .
• SIR T. BROWSE
J. T. TROWBRIDGE
S. G. W .
A. H. CLOIGI.
The wintry west extends his blast
BURNS . . . The woods decay .
. TENSYSOX They made her å grave too cold and damp . . T. MOORE . . They told me I was heir: I turned in haste
HI. H. . They that never had the use
EDMOND WALLER Think we King Harry strong. .
SHAKSPEARE This ae night, this ae night
SOUTHWELL . This army lead by a delicate and
E. S. H .
BEN JONSON Thou art not gone, being gone. .
DOXXE Thou blossom bright with autumn dew
BRYANT . Though the day of my lestiny's over .
BYRON Thou hast learned the woes of all the world
H. H. BROWXELL
DRIDEX, Three score o' nobles rule up the king's ha'
SMITH's Scortis Three years she grew in su and shower,
WORDS WORTH Thy braes were bonny, yarrow strean.
. T. LOGAX . . Thy voice is heard through rolling drums
TESSYSOX . Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
W. BLAKE . . Time hath, my lond, 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 truth's a star
PATMORE. . To be furions . . . . . .
SHAKSPEARE To beguile the time .
SHAKSPEARE To be no more -- Sad cure
MILTOX . To be or not to be, that is the question.
SHAKSPEARE To fair Fidele's grassy tomb. .
COLLINS To heroism and holiness
PATVORE. . Toiling in the naked fields
JOHN CLARE To keep the lamp alive
• COWPER. . To me inen are for what they are. .
. MILNES Toll for the brave. . ,
MOORE. Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky.
CAMPBEL 'Twas All-Souls' ere, U Sturer's heart beat high. Scotr. 'Twas at the royal fest for Persia won
".. . . Two went to pray - oh! rather say
. RICHARD CRASIIAW Two voices are there; one is of the sea
Underneath this sable hearse
. BEX JONSON
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Wail for Dadalus, all that is fairest.
. BURNS. . Wee, sleekit, cow'ring, timorous beastie
. BURNS Well, honor is the subject of my story . . . . SIAK SPEARE We must not stint .
SILAKSPEAKE. Westward the course of empire takes its
BERKELEY, What is good for a bootless bene ,
WORDSWORTH What needs my Shakspeare for his honored bones. MILTOX.
When biting Boreas, fell and doure.
BURSS , .
DOSXE . . .
BRYANT ! . . E. S. H.. .
WORDS WORTH . WORDS WORTH .
HERBERT . . . MOORE . . .
ANONYMOUS . ANONYMOUS .
INGILAM . . .
THOREAU . PATMORE
Ye banks and brnes of bomie Doon
BRYANT. Yetilo I fear thy nattue .
Worrox . . . .
· · · LADY ANNE LINDSAY .