O, a dainty plant is the ivy green. O Arranmore, loved Arranmore.
O come away, make no delay..
O Death! thou tyrant fell and bloody.
O, did you see him riding down.
O dig a grave, and dig it deep..
O faint, delicious, spring-time violet..
Of all the thoughts of God that are. O, fear not thou to die..
Of Lentren in the first morning
O'talk not to me of a name great in story
Wolfe. 739 Chatterton. 824
.Byron. 548
.Byron. 292 Lowell. 414
O that those lips had language! Life has passed. Cowper. 653
O that 'twere possible..
O the Broom, the yellow Broom
O, the French are on the say.
O the gallant fisher's life
O beauteous God, uncircumscribed treasure..J. Taylor. 836 O blithe new-comer, I have heard. Wordsworth. 16 O, breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade. Moore. 549 O, Brignall banks are wild and fair. ..Scott. 239 Och hone! and what will I do.. Lover. 289 Vaughan. 805 ..Burns. 545 Perry. 281 W. S. Roscoe. 551 .Story. 34 Mrs. Browning. 764 Anonymous. 825 Dunbar. 629 .Drummond. 774 Campbell, 403 Cowper, 846 Parsons. 673 Wordsworth. 143 Moore. 761 .S. H. Whitman. 565 Bennett. 62 Sternhold. 839 .J. Montgomery. 850 Chatterton. 847 ...Martin. 103 Sidney. 244 Shakespeare. 165 Percival. 354
Of mortal glory, O soon darkened ray.. Of Nelson and the north.
O for a closer walk with God.
Oft as my lady sang for me.
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray. Oft in the stilly night.. Oft I see at twilight...
O gentle, gentle summer rain.
O God, my strength and fortitude.
O God, unseen but not unknown.
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky. O happy sleep! that bear'st upon thy breast. O happy Thames that didst my Stella bear. O, how much more doth beauty. O, it is great for our country to die O, Kenmure 's on and awa, Willie
O lady, leave thy silken thread..
O lady, thy lover is dead, they cried Old stories tell how. Hercules. Old Time and I, the other night.. Old wine to drink!..
O leave the past to bury its own dead. O Love divine, how sweet thou art
O lovely Mary Donnelly, it's you I love.. O Love, whose patient pilgrim feet.. O Mary, go and call the cattle home.
O, may I join the choir invisible
O melancholy bird, a winter's day.
O mother dear, Jerusalem
O mother of a mighty race.
O, my love's like the steadfast sun.
O, my luve's like a red, red rose.
Burns. 377 ..Hood. 675
MacDonald. 326 Anonymous. 427
Lemon. 483 Messinger. 171 Blunt. 247 Wesley. 823 Allingham. 270 David Gray. 344 .Kingsley. 498
Eliot. 780 Thurlow. 107 Anonymous. 832 Bryant. 391 Cunningham. 343
Burns. 266
O the pleasant days of old.
O those little, those little blue shoes.
Tennyson. 308 M. Howitt. 32 Anonymous. 385 Chalkhill. 13
...Brown. 743 Bennett. 150
..Keats. 50 Thackeray. 475 ..Bryant. 389 Campbell. 649
world.... Byron. 296
Southey. 766 .Shakespeare. 578 Anonymous. 206 Wakefield. 781 .Anonymous. 311
Burns. 267 Keats. 579 Bowles. 44
.Bayly. 584
Over the river they beckon to me. O waly, waly, up the bank..... O, wert thou in the cauld blast O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O'when 'tis summer weather.. O, where do fairies hide their heads. O wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from . Macaulay. 369 O, where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son. Anonymous. 492 O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud. Knox. 776 O'wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's...Shelley. 65 O, Willie's gane to Melville Castle... .Anonymous. 455 O, will ye choose to hear the news......... O world! O life! O time !..
O, yet we trust that somehow good
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west
Pack clouds away, and welcome day. Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies.. Peace to the slumberers
Peace! what can tears avail ?. People, appear, approach, advance Phœbus, arise..
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu
Piped the blackbird on the beechwood Piping down the valleys wild Praise to God, immortal praise.. Prayer is the soul's sincere desire.. Prince Eugene, our noble leader. Proud Maisie is in the wood.. Prune thou thy words; the thoughts Prythee, Willy, tell me this.. Put the broidery-frame away.
Thackeray. 476
..Shelley. 562 Tennyson. 821 .....Scott. 238
Rear high thy bleak majestic hills.. Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky Ring, sing! ring, sing! pleasant Sabbath.
Rise! Sleep no more! 'Tis a noble morn..... Cornwall. 86 Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas... Rise up, rise up, Xarifa....
Rippling thro' thy branches goes the sunshine... Lowell. 51 Rise, heart! thy Lord is risen...
Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane...Longfellow. 769 Rocked in the cradle of the deep. Rock of ages, cleft for me.
Ruin seize thee, ruthless king.
Sad is our youth, for it is ever going..
Saint Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was.. Saint Anthony at church..
Saviour, when in dust to thee.
Willard. 808 Toplady. 807 Gray. 364
.De Vere. 737
Keats. 217
Anonymous. 478
Grant. 809
See, from this counterfeit of him.
See how the orient dew..
See how yon flaming herald treads. See the chariot at hand here of Love. September strews the woodland o'er. Set in this stormy northern sea Shall I compare thee to a summer's Shall I tell you whom I love..
Burns. 369 Keats. 86 Parsons. 418 Marrell. 6 Holmes. 642 Jonson. 248 Parsons. 80 0. Wilde. 400 163 Browne, 250 Wither. 285 Gilman. 146
day?..Shakespeare.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways..... She is a maid of artless grace..
She is a winsome wee thing.
Keats. 578 Wordsworth. 148 Vicente. 276 ...Burns, 342
She is far from the land where her young hero... Moore. 326 She is not fair to outward view. H. Coleridge. 250 She is talking æsthetics, the dear clever creature.. Lytton. 477 Shepherds all, and maidens fair.. Beaumont and Fletcher. 96 She stood breast-high amid the corn. She walks in beauty like the night. She was a phantom of delight.. She wore a wreath of roses.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot.. Shout for the mighty men....
Sigh on, sad heart, for love's eclipse.
Silent nymph, with curious eye. Since you desire of me to know.
Sing again the song you sung.
Sing aloud! His praise rehearse.
Sing, sweetest thrushes, forth and sing!
Hood. 275 Byron. 676
Wordsworth. 676
Take, oh! take those lips.... Shakespeare and Fletcher. 232 Take the dead Christ to my chamber. Howe, $10
Tears, idle tears! I know not what they mean. Tennyson, 566 Tell me not, in mournful numbers
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde Tell me, what is a poet's thought. That so thy blessed birth, O Christ That thou art blamed shall not be. The angel of the nation's peace.
The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the The autumn is old..
Longfellow. 78
Lovelace, 254 Cormirall. 6
Wither. 799
Shakespeare, 242
The day returns, my bosom burns.
Sing the old song, amid the sounds dispersing.. De Vere. 279
Sir Marmaduke was a hearty knight
Sit down, sad soul, and count
Slave of the dark and dirty mine.
Sleep breathes at last from out thee Sleep, love, sleep!..
Sleep on, baby on the floor.
Sleep! The ghostly winds are blowing Slowly, with measured tread
So all day long the noise of battle rolled So are you to my thoughts as food to life So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn. Softly! She is lying with her lips apart.. Softly woo away her breath.
So is it not with me as with that Muse. Some say thy fault is youth.. Sometimes a light surprises Some years ago, ere time and taste.
So now is come our joyful'st feast.
So the foemen have fired the gate.. Sow in the morn thy seed..
B. Taylor. 610 C. Lamb. 118 Tennyson. 97 Tennyson. 111 Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content... Greene. 701 Sweet Auburn loveliest village of the plain. Goldsmith, 659 Sweet babe! true portrait of thy father's face.. Surville. 118 Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours. Drummond. 107 Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright. Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty. Sweet is the pleasure.......
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies
Sweetly breathing vernal air
Sweet poet of the woods, a long adieu !. Sweet, sweet, sweet..
Herbert. 762 ..Darley. 278 Dwight. 715 Barbauld. 782 Carew. 3 C. Smith. 42 Hutchinson. 79
The day of the Lord is at hand, at hand
Hemans. 387
Very. 31 Boncles. 556 B. Taylor. 68 Wordsworth.
5 Thurlour. 100
T. Gray. T Longfellow. 107 Kingsley, 747 Burns. 344
The laird o' Cockpen he 's proud and he's great. Neirne. 214 The land beyond the sea..
The latter rain, it falls in anxious haste. The lion is the desert's king. The Lord is my shepherd.
Faber, 826 Very. Freiligrath. 57
J. Montgomery. 838 Anonymous. 637 ...Landon, 179 glimmer. Rodd. 750 Bryant. 84 H. Coleridge, 94 Tannahill. 64
The lords of Thule it did not please. The lovely purple of the noon's bestowing. The low plains stretch to the west with a The melancholy days are come.... The mellow year is hasting to its close.. The midges dance aboon the burn.
The might of one fair face sublimes my love..M. Angelo. The moon is up in splendor..
The moon was a-waning..
The Moorish king rides up and down. The mother of the muses, we are taught. The mountain and the squirrel
The mountain sheep are sweeter The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime. The night comes stealing o'er me.. The nightingale is mute and so art thou. The night is come, but not too soon.. The night is late, the house is still. The night is made for cooling shade. The old house by the lindens
Claudius. 100 Hogg, 523 Anonymous. 310
Emerson. 726
.Peacock. 457 O'Hara. 899
.. Berkeley. 388
Heine. 596 Thurlow. 6:3 Longfellow. 760 Paimer. 158
Trowbridge. 68 Longfellow. 149
They say that thou wert lovely on thy bier..
Vaughan. 830 Motherwell. 9 Anonymous. 303 Walker. 774
This Indian weed, now withered quite. Anonymous. 720 This is a spray the bird clung to.. R. Browning. 294 This is the arsenal. From floor to ceiling... Longfellow. 650 This is the month, and this the happy morn.. This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign. This was the ruler of the land This winter weather, it waxeth cold. Those evening bells! those evening bells!. Those few pale autumn flowers. Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not.. Thou blossom, bright with autumn dew.
Though the day of my destiny 's over.. Thought is deeper than all speech..
Thou God unsearchable, unknown.
Thou hast beauty bright and fair.
Croly. 356
Anonymous. 429
Moore. 668
C. B. Southey. 83 Heber. 828 Bryant. 82
Thou hast vowed by thy faith, my Jeanie. Cunningham. 267 Thou hidden love of God, whose height..... Tersteegen. 824 Thou hidden source of calm repose. Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray.. Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea. Thou still unravished bride of quietness. Thou thrice denied, yet thrice beloved.
Three fishers went sailing out into the west... Kingsley. 512 Three twangs of the horn Tyrwhitt. 61 Thrice at the huts of Fontenoy the English .. Davis. 382 Through the night, through the night ..R. H. Stoddard. 517 Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went... Morris. 187
Through yonder windows stained and old. Thus to be lost, and thus to sink and die. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream. Thy converse drew us with delight.. Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows... Thy tuwhits are lulled, I wot.
Tiger Tiger! burning bright. Time is a feathered thing.
'Tis a fearful night in the winter time.. "Tis all a great show
'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand 'Tis death! and peace indeed is here.. "Tis long ago - - we have toiled and traded. 'Tis much immortal beauty to admire. 'Tis sweet to hear the merry lark. "Tis the last rose of Summer. 'Tis the middle watch of a Summer night. To battle to battle !.
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb.
To him who in the love of nature holds. Toll for the brave...
To make my lady's obsequies..
To make this condiment your poet begs.
Too late I stayed-forgive the crime..
To thee, fair Freedom, I retire
PAGE Rodd. 777 Shelley. 672 Shakespeare. 164
Logan. 491 Tennyson. 167
Elliott. 33 Tennyson. 101 Blake. 57
Anonymous, 737 ..Eastman. 527
Very. 748 Watts. 842
M. Arnold. 648 .. Brown, 745 Thurlow. 675 H. Coleridge. 12
To the lords of convention 'twas Claverhouse To the sound of timbrels sweet
To thy lover, dear, discover. Touch us gently, Time
Moore. 86 Drake. 585 Motherwell. 373 Collins, 551 .Bryant. 779 Cowper, 519 Orleans. 331 .S. Smith. 463
Spencer, 170 Shenstone. 733
Scott. 375 Milman, 333 Crashaw. 255
When winter winds are piercing chill. When you are dead some day, my dear. Where are the swallows fled ?.
Longfellow. 106
Ropes. 730
A. A. Procter. 103
Where lies the land to which the ship would go. Clough, 648
Where shall we make her grave.
Where sinless rivers weep.
Where the remote Bermudas ride
Whether is better, the gift or the donor!. Which I wish to remark
While on the cliff with calm delight she While thee I seek, protecting power. While the moon, with sudden gleam Whilst, around her lone ark sweeping. Whither 'midst falling dew..
Who best can paint th' enamelled robe. Who fears to speak of Ninety-eight.
Who gave thee, O Beauty.
Who is Sylvia? what is she.
. Marcell, $14 Emerson. 711 B. Harte,
kneels, Leonidas, 120
Williams, 890 Anonymous, 102 .Simonides. 141 Bryant. 42 Thurlow, 695
What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod.. Campbell. 755
What shall I do with all the days and hours.
What stands upon the highland ?.
What's this vain world to me?.
When Delia on the plain appears
Why thus longing, thus for ever sighing. Why weep ye by the tide, ladye..
Why would'st thou leave me, O gentle child. Widow machree, it's no wonder you frown Willow, in thy breezy moan.
Will you hear a Spanish lady
Goethe, 694 Addison. 843
Anonymous. 373
Tennyson. 101
Burns. 457 Stanley, 257 Lyttelton. 249 Longfellow. 69 Canning. 462 Norton. 123 Vaughan. 789
When descends on the Atlantic. Whene'er with haggard eyes I view. When first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond When first thy eies unveil, give thy soul leave.. When Freedom from her mountain height. When gathering clouds around I view.. When I beneath the cold, red earth When I consider how my light is spent. When I do count the clock that tells. When in disgrace with fortune..
When in the chronicle of wasted time. When Israel, of the Lord beloved. When I survey the bright..
When Love, with unconfined wings. When maidens such as Hester die.
Drake. 391 Grant. 810 Motherwell. 560 Milton. 742 Shakespeare. 163 Shakespeare. 164 Shakespeare. 243
...Scott. 814 Habington. 761 | Lovelace. 255 C. Lamb. 541 Collins. 671
Willy's rare, and Willy's fair. Wisdom and spirit of the universe..
Witch-elms, that counterchange the floor.. With deep affection..
With due condescension, I'd call your. With fingers weary and worn.
Herrick. 20 Suckling. 25 Sewall, 740 Scott. 238 Hemans. 142 Lover, 200 Hemans. 52
Anonymous. 29
Wordsworth, 109
Tennyson. 166 Prout. 664
Anonymous, 470
Hood. 588 Sidney. 245 Tennyson. 302 Tate and Brady. 842 Wordsworth. 329 Leyden. Tennyson. 166
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st. With one black shadow at its feet.... With one consent let all the earth.. With sacrifice, before the rising morn.. With silent awe I hail the sacred morn. With trembling fingers did we weave. Word was brought to the Danish king Wouldst thou heare what man can say ?... Wouldst thou view the lion's den? Would you be young again?.
Would you hear of an old-fashioned sea-fight. Whitman. 404 Wreathe the bowl.......
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around. Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.
Ye genii of the nation...
R. T. Cooke. M. Howitt. Addison. 828 Anonymous. 163 Anonymous. 216 .Breton. 821 Perry. 158. Cowper. 355 .Anonymous. 126 Anonymous. 324 Swinburne. 4 Longfellow. 772 Kinney, 62 Cornwall. 108 Barnard. 316 Lady Scott. 258 .Parsons. 177 .Shakespeare. 164 Byron, 300
When the hounds of spring are on winter's.. When the hours of day are numbered.. When the humid shadows hover.
When thou art near me..
When to any saint I pray....
When to the sessions of sweet silent...... When we two parted.
When whispering strains with creeping wind....Strode. 669
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell. Ye have been fresh and green..
Ye heavy-hearted mariners..
Ye learned sisters, which have oftentimes. Ye living lamps, by whose dear light. Ye mariners of England
Ye midnight shades, o'er nature spread.. Ye nymphs of Solyma, begin the song.. Yes! hope may with my strong desire Yes, I do love thee well, my child.. Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more. You know we French stormed Ratisbon..R. You may give over plough, boys. You meaner beauties of the night. You must wake and call me early You needn't be trying to comfort me.. Young Ben he was a nice young man Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen bawn You're my friend..............
Burns. 326 T. Gray. 137 Thackeray. 474 Parker, 407 Doddridge, 82 Herrick. 81 Channing. 181 Spenser, 334 Marrell, 252 Campbell, 403 Mallett. 546 Pope. 797 M. Angelo. 245 T. Miller. 131 Milton. 542 Browning. 400
Dobell. 532 Wotton. 252 Tennyson, 52D Vandegrift. 116
Hood. 466 Loter, 288
.R. Browning. 411
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