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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 . JOXES VERY
The clouds are tving, the woods ar sigling

(Trans.)
The convent-bells are ringing,

BYRON .
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.

GRAY.
The daughter of a king, how should I know

H. H .
The despot's heel is on thy shore . . . . .

J. R. RANDAL
The destiny, minister general. ..

CHAUCER.
The earth goes on, the earth glitier

ANONYMOUS
The fuery beam upon you.

BEX Joxsox ,
The feathered songster Chanticleer

T. CHATTERTON.
The lighty purpose never is o'ertook

SIIAKSPEARE.
The garlands wither on your brow

JAMES SIRLEY.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices. . SIIAKSPEARE.

GOETHE: TRANS. BYF
The gods be your terror . . . . .

INGHAM
The harp that once through Tara's halls ..

MOORE . . . .
The house of Chivalry decayed

BEN JONSON
The king called his best archers

AXONYMOI'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 .

BYROX .
The Lord descended from above

STERXHOLD.
The melancholy days have come

BRYANT.
The merry world did on a day

HERBERT .
The minstrels plaved their Christmas tune

WORDSWORTH
The moon is up, and yet it is not night

BYROX.
The Moorish king ridos al down

BYROX
The muse cloth tell me where to borrow

GEORGE WITHER
The muse, nae poet ever fand her .

BURNS .
The night is come like to the day

• SIR T. BROWSE
The night is made for cooling shade.

J. T. TROWBRIDGE
The night is passed and shines the sun

BYRON,
The old man snill, "Take thou this shield, my

S. G. W .
The old mayor climbed the befry tower .

JEAS IXGELOW
The owl is abroad, the bat, and the toad.

BEX JONSON
The pines were dark on Ramoth lill.

WHITTIER.
There are points from which we can command our life P. BAILEY. . .
There came to Cameliad .

. TENSYSON
The reduse hermit of times more dotlı know,

DONNE .
There in the fame a beauteous creature stands . . PROF. WILSON (Trans.)
There is a history Dilmen's lives.

SHAKSPEARE.
There is a mystery in the soul of state

SHAKSPEARE
There is an island on a river lying ..

DERBY .
There is a pleasure in the pathiess woods

BYRON.
There is a stream, I name not its name.

A. H. CLOIGI.
There is a tiile in the affairs of men .

SHAKSPEARE
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton la

WORDSWORTH
There like aich and collen pyramid.

BEN JONSON
"There is no God," the wickell saith

CLOUGH.
There's a tlag hangs over my threshold

MRS. HOWE.
There where leathi's brief pang was quickest.

BYRON
There wilN a boy; ye know him well, ye cliffs

WORDS WORTH
There wiis a king that much might . . . . GOWER . .
There was a laughing clevil in his sheer

. BYRON,
There was a sound of revelry by night.

BYROX
There was a time when meadow, grove, and streain. WORDSWORTH
Ther is right at the West side of Italy .

CHAUCER
The sea rolls vagnely, and the stars are dumb . . ALLINGHAM
The shadow on the dial's face. .

J. MONTGOMERY
The shy is changed; and such a change . . . . BYRON, .
The shows arise; and foul and fierce

THOMSON
The spacious firmament on high.

ADDISON
The spirits I have raiseil 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 m arthly voices ceased . . .

SCOTT
The wanton troopers riding by

MARVELL
The weither leech of the topsail slivers

W. MITCHELL.
The Wildgrave wines his bugle-horn

Scott
The wind it blew, and the ship it flew

AXONYMOUS.

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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

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 holy tire .

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

C.S. T...
Thou hast swom by thy God, my Jeannie

A. CUNNINGHAM
Thou hidden love of God! whose height . . . WESLEY (Trans.).
Thol that art Our queen aginn . . . . . LEIGIDIUNT
Thou that hast a daughter . . . . . . W. ALLISGILAM.
Thou that 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 seits we sailed

H. H. BROWXELL
Three poets in three distant ages bom

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. . ,

COWPER.
To the belfry one by one, went the ringers from the sun MRS. BROWXING .
To the Lords of Convention . .

SCOTT .
True bard and simple, - 19 the race .

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

WORDS WORTH

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Underneath this sable hearse
Underneath this stone clotll
Under the greenwood tree
Upon a rock vet inerente.
Uvedale, the piece of the first times .

. BEX JONSON

BEN JONSON.
SHAKSPEARE

ANONYMOUS
. BEN JONSON

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Wail for Dadalus, all that is fairest.

STERLING. .
Walking this towards it pleasant grove

LORD HIERBERT.
Warriors and cliefs! should the shaft or sword , BYRON . ..
Wee, modest, crimson, tipped tiower .
M, LIPPen 0WT. .

. 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.

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When biting Boreas, fell and doure.
Whence is it that the air sudden clears.
When Chapman billies leave the street.
When coldness wraps this suffering clay .
When daisies pied and violets blue.
Where'er a noble deed is wrought
When tirst thou didst entice to thee my hea
We Flora with her fragrant flowers.
When Gorl at tirst made man . . . .
When I a verse sbal make
When I consider how my light is spe
When I lo count the clock that tells the time.
When I love as some have told. .
When Love with uncontineal wings . . .
When Music, heavenly mail, was young . .
When spring to wools and wastes around .
When the British warrior queen . . .
When the mooi is on the ware .
When the radiant mor of creation broke
When we in our viciousness grow hard
When whispering strains with creeping wind.
When wise Minerva still was young .
Wher with the virgin nuoring thou dost rise.
Where dost thou careless lie.
Where have ye been, ye ill womai
Where is Timurchus gone?
Where like a pillow on a bed
Where the bee sucks, there suck I .
Where the remote Bermudas ricle .
Which I wish to remak. . .
While from the purpling east departs
While malice, Pope, denies thy page.
Whither midst falling dew.
Who counts himself as holly born
Who can livine wiat impulses from God
Who is the happy witrrior . . . . .
Who is the honest man .

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Whose are the gileled tents that crowd the way.
Whoso him betloft . .
Why fearest thou the outwarıl foe . . .
Willie stands in huis stable (loor,
Wilt thou be yone! it is hot yet hear da
Winstanley's leed, you kindly folk . . .
Within my ears resounds that ancient song ,
Within the mind strong fancies work
With joy's know, with sadness inconf
With naked foot and sackcloth vest.
With sacritice before the rising mom .
Woof of the feni, ethereal gauze
Would wisdom for herself be wooed

BIRYS
. BES JOSSOX

BURSS , .
BYROS.
SHAKSPEARE
LONGFELLOW
HERBERT
AXONYMOUS
HERBERT .
HERRICK .

MILTOX .
. SHAKSPEARE .

HERRICK
. LOVELACE . .

COLLINS. .
BRSANT
COWPER.
BYROX.
BRYANT
SILAKSPEARE
WILLIAM STRODE. .
LOWELL .

HERRICK.
. BEX JOXOX

HOGG .
FROM SIMOXIDES

DOSXE . . .
. SHAKSPEARE . . .

MARTELL
BRET HARTE

WORDSWORTH
. DAVID LEWIS .

BRYANT ! . . E. S. H.. .

WORDS WORTH . WORDS WORTH .

HERBERT . . . MOORE . . .

ANONYMOUS . ANONYMOUS .

BICIAN'S BALLADS
SILAKSPEARE
JEAX IXGELOW ,
GOETIE: TRANS. BY FROTH-
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INGILAM . . .
WORDSWORTH.
F. B. SAXBORN
SCOTT . . . . .
WORDSWORTH

THOREAU . PATMORE

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Ye banks and brnes of bomie Doon

. Birxs
Yeclistant spires, ve antique towers . . . GRAY . . .
Ye mariners of England .

CANU'BELL
Ye scattered birds that faintly sing . . . . BtRXS, .
Yes, I answered you last night.

MRS. BROWN
Yesigh not when the sun his course fullilled . . BRYANT ,
Yet few days, and thee.

BRYANT. Yetilo I fear thy nattue .

SIAKSPEARE
Yet once more, 0 ye laurels, and once more

MILTON .
You lay it wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier . . TON TAYLOR .
You never beanties of the night.

Worrox . . . .
Young Janie lo'ed me weel, and he sought me for his
- bride

· · · LADY ANNE LINDSAY .
Yomg Neuka plumgeal into the deep ·
Your rice shall parlon me.

SHAKSPEARE
You that can look through Heaven, and tell the stars BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown

LOWELL

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