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The white reflection of the sloop's great sail, .... Thaxter, 587
The winds behind me in the thicket sigh, Symoiula, ..... 559
The winds that once the Argo bore K. I>. Proctor, . . . 448
The whiest of the wise, Isinslor, 743
The woman was old and ragged and gray, Brine, 806
The works my calling doth propose, Winter, 662
The world goes up and the world goes down, .... Kingtdey, 321
The world is still deceived with ornament, Shakespeare, . . . . 485
The world is too much with us: late and soon, .... Worduicorth, .... 675
The wretch condemned with life to part, Goldsmith, .... 237
The Yankee boy, before he's sent to school, Pierpont 764
They are all gone into the world of light, Vaughan, 621
They come ! the merry summer months of beauty, song,
and flowers, Mothenrrll, .... 394
The years have linings just as goblets do: C. F. Bates, .... 31
They sat and combed their beautiful hair, Perry, 414
They seemed to those who saw them meet, Lora Houghton, . . . 2*8
They tin who tell us love can die it. Sou they 517
They told me in my earlier years E. Cook. 150
They wait all day unseen by us, unfelt; M.M.Dodge,. ... 1^2
They whose hearts are whole ami strong Larcom, 333
Tlnnk not some knowledge rests w ith thee alone, . . . Wheeler, 633
Think not your duty done when, sad and tearful, . . . Ilic hard son 458
This child, so lovely and cherub-like Rogers, 461
This circulating principle ot life, Sir H. Taylor, . . . 570
This is Goethe, with a forehead, W. A. Butler, ... 88
This is that hill of awe, Bret littete, .... 253
This is where the roses grew, AV?n. 15
This man whose homely lace you look upon, Stoddard, MO
This name of mine the sun may steal away, G. Houghton, .... 285
This only grant me, that my means may lie, Cowley, 155
This sweet child that hath climbed upon mv knee, . . Rralf, 457
This tempest sweeps the Atlantic ! — Nevasink, . . . Simins, 503
Those evening bells! those evening bells! Moore, 387
Those we love truly never die, J. B. O'Reilly, . . . 400
"Thou and 1!" Tilton, 599
Thou art not dead ; thou art not gone to dust; . . . . B. Taylor, 567
Thou art, i> God! the life and light Moore 3K7
Thou art with me. here, upon the banks, Wordsworth 667
Thou, Bavaria's brown-eyed daughter, It. Taylor, 560
Thou blossom bright with Autumn dew, Bryant, 77
Thou dear, misunderstood, maligned Delay, Suxton, 852
Thou ttrst, best friend that heaven assigns below,. . . I'ogcrs, 4C3
Though absent long, Wordsworth, .... 666
Though lieason through Faith's mysteries see, .... Cowley, 156
Thought is deeper than all speech ('ranch, 175
Though wronged, not harsh my answer! Simms, 503
Though you should come again to-morrow, S. T. Coleridge, . . . 710
Thou goest: to what distant place, Sumattds, 559
Thou nappy, happy elf! //W, 734
Thou hast sworn ay thy God, my.Tearrie, Cunningham,. . . . 179
Thou knowest, O my Father! Why should I, .... J. C. if. Dorr, . . . 195
Thou ling'ring star," with less'nlng ray, Bums, 82
Thou lone companion of the spectred night, Wolcot, 664
Thou mightier than Manouh's son, Tupprr, 616
Thou shall have sun and shower from heaven above, . Steaman, 5,19
Thou unrelenting Past! Bryant, 73
Thou whose birth on earth Swinburne, .... 556
Three fishers went sailing away to the West, .... Kingsley, 321
Three, only three, my darling," Holme, 276
Three poets in three distant ages bom, Dry den, 204
Three roses, wan as moonlight and weighed down, . . T. B. Afdrich, ... 10
Three weeks t o-day had old Doctor Droll head Anonymons 7!*i
Through her forced, abnormal quiet lIalpme, 726
Through love to light! Oh, wonderful the way, . . . Gilder, 233
Through the dark path, o'er w hich 1 tread, Boker, 804
Thus doth beautv dwell, Akenside 7
Thus is it over all the earth! Holland, 273
Thy bright brief day kuew no decline— Moir, 3tsl
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright, Wake, 39
Till the slow daylight pale, Orem weil 823
Time, hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Shakespeare, .... 486
Time, in advance, behind him hides his wings, . . . . E. Young, 678
Tincture or syrup, lotion, drop, or pill, ('robin., 718
Tired of play'! tired of play! Willit 6M
'Tis a fearful night in the winter time, Eastman, 207
'Tis all a groat show \.cry, 627
'Tis a story told by Kalidasa, — Bonhrick 49
'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours; . . . . E. Young 680
'Tis not stringing rhymes together, Harergat. 826
'Tis said that when the nightingale, IlobtrtsOu, .
'Tis self whereby we sutler, Symondn, . . ,
'Tis sweet to hear a brook, 'tis sweet, S. T. I ab ridge, .
'Tis the part of a coward to brood Hague, ....
'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Byron, ....
Titan! to whose immortal eyen, Byron, ....
To be, or not to be, that is the question,— Shakespeare, . .
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To-dav the sunshine freely showers, /'re>r./.f,
To him who, in the love of Nature holds Bryant.
Tolling across the Mer de (.llaee, 7'. B. Aldrich, .
Toil on ! toil on! ye ephemeral train Sigoumey,. . .
Too late 1 stayed—forgive the crime— Spencer
To learning's second seats we now proceed, Crabhr, . . . ,
Toll, tower and minster, toll II. H. flrownell,
To Love in mv heart, 1 exclaimed, Vi ther morning, . . Campbt"
To miry places me the hunters drive Trench, . . .
To-morrow has trouble to lend, Kimball, . .
To Thee, fair Freedom, I retire, Shenstmie, . .
Touch us gently, Time B. W. Procter,
To you, mv purse, and to none other wight Chancer, . .
Tread lightly, she is near,...' O. Wilde, . .
Tread softly! bow the head— V. B. Southey,
Triumphal arch, that lill'st the sky Campbell,
True wit is mmue to advantage dressed Bepe, 432
'Twas at the ro\ai feast, for l'ersia won, hryden 199
'Twas August, ami the tlerce sun overhead, Jv. Arnold, .... 24
'Twas in June's bright and glowing prime, Street. 545
Twos May! the spring with magic bloom, Street 546
'Twas the last tlght at Fredericksburg, — Gassawny 229
Two angels, one of Life and one of Death, H. W. Longfellow, . 344
Two children, in two neighbor villages, Tennyson, 585
Two hands upon the breast, Craik, 170
Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand, .... By mm, 704
Two maidens listening to the sea— H ebster 631
Two things love can do, Bhelpt. 417
Two travellers of conceited cast, Merrick, 759
Tying her bonnet under her chin, Berry, 415
S. M. B. Piatt. ... 421
Lanrfor, ...... 743
Under the coffin-lid there are roses:
Under the lindens lately sat
Unfading Hope! when "life's last embers burn,. . . . Campbell,
Unfathomable Sen! whose waves are years, Sketley,.
Unlike those feeble gales of praise, ftlonrr, 760
Unusual darkness broods; and growing, gains, . . . Thomson 591
Up from the meadows rich with corn, J.G. Whittur, . . . 642
Up from the south at break of day Bend, 453
Upon the sadness of the sea, Thaxter, 587
Upon the white sea sand Brown, 56
Venomous thorns that are so sharp and keen, .... Wyatt.
Verily the fancy may be false,
Verse, a breeze, mid blossoms straying, ....
Victoria's sceptre o'er the deep, Camphcll, . ., . . 115
Virtue, forever frail, as fair, below, E. Young, 67&
Virtue! without thee, Thomson. 594
Want passed for merit at her open door: Dryden, 206
Was this the singer 1 h:id heard so long? Crunch, 173
Waters above ! eternal springs! Vauyhan, 624
We are all here! Sprague 533
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; ... Shelley 495
We are horn; we laugh; we weep; B. W. Procter, . . . 444
We are ever waiting, waiting C. D. IP. Bnncnell, . 60
We are face to face, and between us here P. Cary 133
We are living—we are dwelling, Coxe, 816
We are not alwav? equal to our late Simms 5)12
We are the swei l flowers Hunt, 289
We are two travellers, Roger and I Tnncbridge, .... 7M
We are wrong always, when we think too much, . . . E. B. Browning, . . 66
Wearv of mvself, and sick of asking Arnold 2T>
We count the broken lyres that rest, Holmes 276
Wee, modest, crimson.tipped flower, Burns 83
Weep not for me ; - Aeirman 396
We have been friends together A'orton 398
Wo indeed have heard. Crabbe, 163
Welcome, slh.nce! welcome! peace! BloomHeld 42
We light on fruit? and flowers, and purest things: . . Trench, 605
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breath; . P.J. Bailey 26
We live not in our moments or our years, Trench 605
Well, 1 confess, 1 did not guess Hood 737
Well might red shame my cheek consume! Trowbridge 612
We mav not choose! Jackson, 830
We merrv three, . . . . . Mackay 756
We must.have doves and serpents in our heart! . . . Quarles. 451
We're all alone, we're all alone! Stmffnrd 530
Were I at Petra, could 1 not declare Tapper 619
Werther had a love for Charlotte Thackeray 783
We sat bv the cheerless fireside Stoddard 542
We should fill the hours with the sweetest things, . . Dickinson 188
We that were friends, yet are not now, Lord Houghton, ... 288
We two have grown up so divinely together, Trotcbridge, .... 613
We walk alone through all life's various ways, Gray 240
We watched her breathing through the night, .... Homl, 281
We were not inanv, — we who stood, Hoffman, 270
What alls this heart o'mine? lilamire, 40
What ! and not one to heave the pious sigh? R. Southey, .... 519
What a time since I wrote ! — I'm a sad, naughty girl, . Moore 760
What could they be but happy? balanced so, ... . II. Browning 71
What frightens you thus, my good son? M. Prior, 774
What heartache",—ne'er a hill! Lanier 328
What if the foot, ordained the dust to tread Pope 430
What is hope? A smiling rainbow, Carlyle 119
What is it that doth spoil the fair adorning A. Cary 122
What is the dearest happiness of heaven? Cootidge, 813
What is the little one thinking about? Holland 272
What lies beyond the fair honzon's rim? Jennison, 833
What love do I bring you? Spofford, 531
What makes a hero? not success, not fame, Sir H. Taylor, ... 571
What man can hear sweet sounds and dread to die? . A. T. I>c t'ere, . . . 186
What man is he that boasts of fleshly might E. Spenser, .... 528
What memory fired her pallid face, Spofford 529
"What need has the singer to sing?" J.C.R.Dorr, ... 194
What shall 1 do with all the days and hours Kemb'c, 317
* What shall 1 sing?" I sighed, and said J.J. Piatt 418
What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod, Campbell 108
What sounds arouse me from my slumbers light?. . . Sargent 471
What though 1 slug no other song? Winter, 661
What though not all, Akenside 6
What though shon thy date! E. Young, 683
What though the chillv wide-mouthed quacking, . . . S. T. Coleridge, ... 710
What thought is folded in thy leaves! T. B. Aldrich, ... 11
What to do to make thy fame, Mackay 365
What wak'st thou, Spring? Sweet voices in the woods, Hemans 260
What war so cruel, or what siege so sore E. Spenser 525
What was I cannot tell — thou know'st our story,. . . Howe 289 What, what l« virtue, hut repose of mind,
What wondrous power from heaven upon thee wrought?
What would I save thee from, dear heart!
What would life keep for uie if thou should'st go? . .
When at eve 1 sit alone,
When beeches brighten early -May, . . ,
When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
When brooks of summer shallow run
When by the evening's quiet light,
When chance or cruel business parts us two
When chapman billies leave the street,
When chill November's surly blast
When coldness wraps this suffering clay
Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
When eve is purpling cliff and cave
When first 1 looked into thy glorious eyes
When first religion came to bless the land,
When first the bride and bridegroom wed,
When first the soul of love is sent abroad,
Win n first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave, . . .
When freedom from her mountain height
When, from the sacred garden driven
When God at first made man,
When I am dead, my dearest,
When 1 am turned to mouldering dust
When 1 behold what pleasure is Pursuit.
When I beneath the cold red earth am sleeping, . . .
When 1 consider how my light is spent
When I have fears that "I may cease to be
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, . . .
When I shall go,
When Israel, of the l^onl beloved
When I was dead, my spirit turned
When last the maple bud was swelling
When love is in her eyes
When maidens such as llesterdie,
When May, with cowslip-braided locks,
When men in health against physicians rail
When Music, heavenly maid, was young
When once thy fi*>t enters the church, t>e bare, . . .
When the drum of sickness beats.
When the lessous and tasks are all ended,
When the rose is brightest,
When the sheep are in the fauhl
When the stern genius, to whose hollow tramp, . . .
When to anv saint 1 prav,
When to soft .Sleep we give ourselves away
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, ....
Where are you, Sylvia, where?
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Where honeysuckles scent the way
Where is the dust that has not been alive?
Where is thy favored haunt, eternal voice
Where now the rill, melodious, pure, and cool, . . . .
Where shall we find a perfect life, whereby
Where slope*the beach to the setting sun,
Where then shall Hope and Fear their objects find?. .
Which I wish to remark—
Whilst Thee 1 seek, protecting Power!
White daisies on the meadow green,
White stars begin to prick the wan blue sky
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see
Who is it rides with whip and spur
Whom first we love, you know, we seldom wed, . . .
Whom shall we praise?
Who now shall grace the glowing throne
Who often reads will sometimes wish to write
Whose is the gold that glitters in the mine?
With ringers weary and worn
Within the sober realm of leafless trees,
Without your showers,
With the same letter heaven and home begin
Woodman, spare that tree!
Woods, waters, have a charm to soothe the
Years, vears ngo, ere yet my dreams,
Ye Mariners of England!
Yes, fnith is a goouHy anchor; . . . .
Yes, 'twill be over soon, —
Yes, write if vou want to, there's nothing like trying;
Yet, though thou fade, ,
Ye've gathered to your place of prayer,.
Your poem must eternal be,
You think you love me, Marguerite, . .