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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,

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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

... 117

... 492

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

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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 1 shall be divorced, some ten years hence, . . .

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 some proud sou of man returns to earth, . . .

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

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Whose is the gold that glitters in the mine?
Who will tell ine the secret, the cause, . .
Who would by law regain his plundered store.
Who would call the tench a whale, . . .
Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene,
Whv art thou colored like the evening sky,
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant, .
Why, death, what dost thou here, . . .
Why don't the men pro1tose, mamma? . .
Why should we faint and fear to live alone,
Why so pale and wan. fond lover !. . . .
Why start at death! Where is he? . . .
Why thus longing, thus iorever sighing, .
Whv was I born, and where was 1, . . .
Widow Machree, it's no wonder you frown,
Wild rose of Alloway! my thanks; . . .
Will the dav ever come, 1 wonder, . . .
Wilt thou forgive me in that other sphere,
Winged mimic of the woods! thou motley fool

With ringers weary and worn

Within the sober realm of leafless trees,
Within this lowlv grave a Conqueror lies,
With irresolute Anger he knocked at each one,
With my beloved I lingered late one night,

Without your showers,

With the same letter heaven and home begin
Woman's faith and woman's trust, . . .

Woodman, spare that tree!

Woods, waters, have a charm to soothe the

Years, vears ngo, ere yet my dreams,
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around,
Y« distant spires, ve antique towers, . .
Ye fie Id flowers! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis

Ye Mariners of England!

Yes, fnith is a goouHy anchor; . . . .
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; .
Yes, social friend, 1 love thee well, . .

Yes, 'twill be over soon, —

Yes, write if vou want to, there's nothing like trying;
Yet of his little he had some to spare, .
Yetonce more, griever at Neglect, . ,
"Yet, onward still !" the spirit cries within,

Yet, though thou fade, ,

Ye've gathered to your place of prayer,.
Yon car of fire, though veiled bv day,
Yon woodland, like a human mind, . .
You are old. Father William, the young man i
You may drink to your leman in gold, .
Young lien, he was a nice young man, .
Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn,

Your poem must eternal be,

You think you love me, Marguerite, . .
Youth, thou art fled, —but where arc all the charms,


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