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O sleep! it is u gentle thing, S. T. Coleridge, ... 135

O sovereign Master! stern and splendid power, . . . Thaxter, 590

O still, white face of perfect peace 1>. Il. Ooodale, . . . 237

O tenderly the haughty day Emerson 213

O the generations old J. O. Whittier, . . . WIS

O the splendor of the city, E. D. Proctor, . . . 449

O Thou, by Nature taught W. i nil ins 144

O Thou, great friend to all the sous of men I'arker, 406

O Thou, who dry'st the mourner's tear! ...... Moore 386

O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Bowles, 51

O treacherous conscience ! while she seems to sleep, . E. Young 678

O trifling tasks so often done, Allen, 17

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting Wordsu.orth, .... 670

Our Fatherland! and would'st thou know Lover 748

Our funeral tears from different causes rise E. Young 6*2

Our God is all we boast below Goldsmith 237

Our life is nothing but a winter's day; • Quarles, 451

Our t is I ! Sleep hath its own world, . . . Byron H7

Our old brown homestead reared its walls P. (.arg 127

Our old colonial town is new with May: Albey 2

Our revels now are ended ; these f actors Shakespeare 487

Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass, A . P. Osgood, . . . 403

Out of the deeps of heaven Stoddaril 542

Out of the focal and foremost fire Ticknor, 854

Out of the thousand verses you have writ T. B. Aldrich, ... 12

Outside the mad sea ravens for its prey — Monlton 845

Out upon it! 1 have loved, Suckling, 550

Over my window the ivy climbs M. M. Dodge, ... 191

O weathercock on the village spire H. If. Lonyfellow,. . 343

O winter, wilt thou never, never go? D.Cray,' 822

O world E. B. Browning, . . 67

O ye tears ! O ye tears! that have long refused to flow, Mackay 364

O ye uncrowned but kingly kings Aiken 797

O youth of the world A. Fields, 225

Pack clouds away, and welcome day, Heytcood 268

Paddy McCabe was dying to day, Lortr, 748

Pain and pleasure both decay Stoddard, 542

Pain is no longer pain when it is past Preston, 435

Pardon the faults in me, C.O. Ilossetli, ... 466

passionate, stormy ocean Hopkins 828

Passions are likened best to floods, llaleigh 452

Pause not to dream of the future before us, E. S. Osgood, ... 402

Per1.lext in faith, but pure in deeds, Tennyson 575

Persia! time-honored land! who looks on thee, . . . Michell 370

Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem: . . . Blunchard 801

Poet, whoso sunny span of fruitful years Bunner 807

Poor lone Hannah Larcom, 329

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth Shakespeare,. ... 41-9

Poor, withered face, that yet was once so fair G. /'• Lathrop, . . . 336

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire Montgomery 383

"Pfay, what do they do at the Springs?" Saxe 776

Press on! there's no such word as fail! Benjamin, 799

I ! and you most valorous, Dobson, 190

Proud mountain giant, whose majestic face, Baker 43

Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control ling, 396

Purple, the passionate color, . . . . E. Smith 508

I blossoms with the old fantastic name, .... Jackson, 832

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Jonson 310

Rat-tat it went upon the lion's chin, Hood, 738

Le the window, winds, Stoddard 541

Reil leaf, gold leaf Hutchinson 830

Remember Him, the only one Lazarus 338

Remember me when I am gone away, C. O. liossefii, . . . 465

"Repine not, O my sou 1" the old man replied, . . . B. Southey 516
Restless forms of living light, H. Coleridge 133

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky Tennyson, 576

Hivers that roll most musical in song, l'arsous, 408

Sacred and secret hand! Vanghan, 623

Sad is our vouth. for it is ever going A.i.DeVere. . . . 1*6

Sad is the thought of sunniest days Hay, 253

Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, H. W, Umgfcllow, . . 311

Sauntering hither on listless wings lJret llarte, .... 252

Sav over again and vet once over again E. ti. Browning, . . 64

Say, why are bean ties praised and honored most, . . . Pope,. 768

Say why was man so eminently raised Arnnside, 7

Say, ye opprest by some fantastic woes Crabtte 165

Scarce hail the earliest rav from Cbtnon's towers, . . il. Southey 517

Scorn not the sonnet. Oitic, you have frowned, . . . Wordsworth 675

Sea-king's daughter from over the sea, Tennyson 5K2

Seated one day at the orga A. A. Procter, ... 441

See how the orient dew, Marcell 367

Seek not to walk by borrowed light, A. Carp 121

See vou yonder castle stately? A. B. Bensel 800

Send down Thy winged angel, God! B. W. Procter, ... 415

September waves his golden-rod, Hutchinson 830

Serve God and be cheerf ul. The motto Newell, 395

Seven women loved htm. When the w rinkled pall, . . Stedmom 535

She did not sigh for death, nor make sad moan, . . . Boyle, 805

She dwelt among the untrodden ways iVordsirorth, . ... 672

She had lost mai'iv children now, London 326

"She is dead!" they said to him K. Arnold 20

She is not fair to outward view H. Coleridge, .... 134

She is the east just ready for the sun, Ilediten 848

She might have known it in the earlier spring Banner, 80S

She's empty : hark! she sounds: there's nothing there, Quarlen 450

She's gone tn dwell in heaven, my lassie Cunningham,. ... 180

She silteth there a mourner M. M. IJmlge, ... 191

She walks in beauty, like the night, Byron 93

She was a phantom' of delight, Wordsworth 674

She was not white nor brown K. B. Browning. . . 67

Shut in a close and dreary sleep 8. M. B. Piatt. . . . 420

Shut, shut the door, good John! 1'oue, 765

Since all that is not heaven must fade, Kebte, 316

Since there is no help, come, let us kiss and part,. . . Drayton 196

Side by side rise the two great cities Hagcman 247

Sing again the song you sung, Curtis, lsl

Singing through the "forests Sam, 779

Sing, poet,'tis a merry worid, A. Smith 505

Slave of the dark and'dirty mine! Leyden 339

Slayer of winter, art thou here again? Morris 389

Sleep, babe, the honeved sleep of innocence! .... Holland 274

Sleeping, 1 dreamed that thou wast mine, Stedman, 536

Sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed Eing 836

Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares Barbauld, 798

Sleep sweetly in your humble graves Timrod 855

Slowly 1 circle the dim, dixzy stair A. /.. Bali's, .... 32

Slowly thy flowing tide R. Southey, .... 522

Slow toiling upward from the misty vale, Holmes 278

Small was thy share of all this world's delight Bunner 808

Smiles on past Misfortune's brow, T.Gray i. 243

So ciose we are, and yet so far apart Martton, 843

So fair the sun rose yestermoru Coolbrith, 154

Soft, brown, smiling eyes ('ranch 176

Softly woo awav her breath B, W. I'roctcr, . . . 446

Soft on the sunset sky E. Goodale, .... 237

So here hath been dawning another blue day! .... Carlyle, 118

Soldier, statesman, scholar, friend Bolton, 8tl5

Solitude! Life is inviolate solitude; A. Cory 119

So love is dead that has been quick so long! Moulton, 846

Some are laughing, some are weeping; CO. Rossctti, . . . 465

Some i lay ; some day of days, threading the streets, . . I'erry, 416

Some fairy spirit with his wand G. I'. Lathrop, ... 334
Some feelings are to mortal■ given, Scott. 478

Some flowers are withered, ami some joys have died; . Jack-ion 831

Some fretful tempers wince at every touch Cotcper, 716

Some great misfortune to ixu.teud, Swift, 7K1

Some men employ their health, an ugly trick, . . . . Cotcper, 715

Some sigh for this and that, Hood 738

Something so human hearted, Ticknor 854

Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned, . M. R. Smith 513

Somewhere on this earthly planet Timrod 855

Somewhere — somewhere a happy elime there is, . . . Saxe 474

Somewhere 'tis told that in an Kastern laud, .... Mace 301

So prone our hearts to whisper what we wish K. Young (179

Soul of my soul impart, Sargent 469

Sound asleep! no sigh can reach, Prescott, 434

S1x'ak tenderly !" For he is dead," we say M. M. Dodge, . . . 11>1

Spinner of the silken snare Cornwell, 815

Spirit that breath est through my lattice, thou, . . . Bryant 76

Stand, thou great bulwark of man's liberty! .... Roker, 46

Stand up, erect! Thou hast the form, Gallagher, 820

Stay, utav at home, my heart, aud rest II. W. Longfellow,. . 342

Stay w herever you will Dobell, 189

Stay yet a little longer in the sky, A. Cary, 121

Still 1 behold him, every thought employed Crabbe 166

Still sits the school-house by the road, J. G. Whittier, ... 640

Still to be neat, still to be drest Jonson 310

Stoop to mv window, thou beautiful dove! Willis, 650

Strive not to say the whole! the poet in his art, . . . Story 543

Strive: yet I do not promise, A. A. Procter, ... 443

Strong Son of (tod, immortal Love Tennyson 574

Sum up at night, what thou hast done by day ; . . . . Herbert 264

Sun of the moral world! elfulgent source Ilarlotc, 29

Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Byron 92

Sunshine and silence on the Col de Halm! Hatergal, 826

Supix>se the dreaded messenger of death Jennison 832

Supreme, all-wise, eternal Potentate! Prior, 430

Supreme among a race of g(wls he stands !I'. W. Guy 820

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Tennyson 578

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, Herbert 265

Sweeter than voices in the scented hay hourdillon 51

Sweetest, sweetest Heliotrope! Kimball 319

Sweet falsehoods, fare ye well! H. II. Ilrownell,... 58

Sweet U the scene when virtue dies Ilarlxiuld 28

Sweet sylvan lake, in memory's gold Street 547

Sweet winter roses, slainless'as the snow Laighton 324

Take the dead Christ to my chamber Hoice, 291

Taste the sweetness of delaying IlushntV 86

Teach me, my Uod aud King Herbert 827

Tears. Idle tears. I know not what they mean, .... Tennyson, 577

Tears wash away the atoms in the eye Crunch, 174

Tell me not, sweet, 1 am unkind Lorelaee, 346

Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light Shelley 492

Tell me, ye winged winds Slack.ay, 366

Tell the fainting soul in the wearv form Ilarker 29

Tender-handed stroke a nettle, Hill, 827

That precious, priceless gift, a soul, Sgmonds, 558

That season which all other men regret, Stmms, 503

That son of Italy who tried to blow SI. Arnold 25

That which her slender waist confined Waller, 628

The age is gone o'er II. B. Lyttem 752

The angels come, the angels go, J. J. Piatt 418

The angels kiss her while she sleeps A. T. He Vere, . . . 185

The apples are ripe in the orehara Waster 659

The artist who this idol wrought, Shelley 495

The banker, well known R. B. Lytton, .... 753

The ban! has sung, God never formed a soul, .... Brooks. 56

The beast was sturdy, large, aml tall, S. Butler, 700

The beautiful color— the color of gold! F.Smith 508

The bird, let loose in eastern skies, Moore, 386
The birds are mute, the bloom is fled, Sargent, 470

The Mnml damozel leaned nut, D.(!. Ilotlelti, ... 467

The blessings which the weak and poor can scatter, . . Tal1ourd, 562

The blind at an easel, the palsied with a graver, . . . Tupper 614

The branches arch and sham" a pleasant bower, . . . Street 549

The breaking waves dashed high, Hematu, 263

The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by, . . . Very 627

The castled crag of Drachenlels, Byron 104

The chamber where the good man meets his fate, ... A. Young, 6s0

The chrysalld with rapture stirs; Hopkins *l8

The circle formed, we sit in silent state I owner, 715

The conference-meeting through al lust, Stedman 537

The crimson sunset faded into gray, Thaxter 5*6

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, T. Gray, 240

The curtain of the dark Larcom, 330

The day and night are symbols of creation, J. B. V'lleilly, . . . 3!i9

The day is quenched, and the sun is fied Holland 271

The dead leaves, their rich mosaics, .V. Longfellow. . . . 346

The doors are all wide open ; at the gate, H. W. Longfellow,. . 344

The dove did lend me w ings Blunt *03

The eagle nestles near the sun 1 J.J.I'ialt 419

The emphatic speaker dearly loves to oppose ( oiruer, 715

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, S. 'I. Coleridge, . . . 135

The fateful hour, when death stood by, B. Taylor 564

The fisherman wades in the surges; B.Taylor, 566

The fountains mingle with the river Shelley 4iH>

The fresh May morning's earliest light Street 545

The frugal snail with forecast of repose Lamb 325

The garlands lade that Spring so lately wove C. Amir* 507

The glories of our birth and state Shirley 498

The grave but ends the struggle! Simmt 504

The hand that wore thee smooth is cold, Bloomtield, .... 42

The harp at Nature's advent, strung, J. (I, Whtltier, , . . 645

The heart, they say, is wiser than the schools ! . . . . logers, 461

The honey-bee that wanders all day long, l otta, CO

The hours on the old piazza story, 543

The human heart cannot sustain Sir Henry Taylor, . . 571

Their nreciousness in absence is proved, Tupper, 615

The isles of Greece, the isles of tireece! Byron, H8

The kindly words that rise within the heart J. B. U'Heilly, ... 401

The little gate was reached at last, Lowell 351

The lost davs of my life until to-day 1>. (I. RouetH, . . . 468

The loving poor ! — So envy calls E. Elliott, 211

The maid who binds her warrior's sash Head 456

The matron at her mirror Bayly. 33

The mellow vear is hasting to Its close; II. Coleridge 134

The midges dance aboon the burn: Tannahill, .... 563

The more we live, more brief appear Campbell, 114

The Moth's kiss, first! Brotening 70

Then before all they stand, — the holy vow Togers, 462

Then gently scan your brother man, /tarns *5

Then, lo 1 the sainted Monitor is born, Irnbbe 717

The night-wind sweeps its viewless lyre Eawrrtt 220

The night has a thousand eves Bourdillon, .... £0

The palace with its splendid dome (>.. Houghton, . . . . 2*5

The pilgrim and stranger, who, through the day, . . . E. H. Whtttier, . . .

The Pilgrim Fathers — where are they? Pierpont, 422

The pines were dark on liamoth hill J. U. H'hittier, ... 646

The place seemed new and strange as death, . . . . E. B. Ilrowning, . . 66

The place where soon I think to lie, Landor 328

The pleasant grounds are greenly turfed and graded; . Trowbridge 010

The poets [M>ur wine; and when 'tis new, all decry it; . R. B. I.ytton, . . . . 735

The poplars are felled; farewell to the shade Coirner 157

The purple grapes hang ready for the kiss T. S. Collier, .... 143

The quality of mercy is not strained, Shake$1teare 4s6

The rain has ceased, and in my room T. B. Aldrich, ... II

The rain is o'er. How dense and bright A. Nonon, 396

The rain, the desolate rain I Hague, 257

The rapid years drag by, and briug not here, .... Mann, 842
There are a number of us creep, Watts, 855

There are gains for all our losses Stoddard, WO

There came a breath, out of a distant time, Jennison. 832

There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, .... Campbell 112

There is a beauty of the reason. Tupper, 616

There is a land, of every land the pride Montgomery, .... 382

There is a land of pure delight, Watts 856

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods Byron, 100

There is a room, a statelv room H. B. Dorr, .... 818

There is but one thing that still harks me back, . . . Sir H. Taylor, ... 570

There is May in books forever: Hunt, 301

There is no comfort underneath the suu, Blunt 803

There is no dav so dark Thaxter 586

"There is no God," the foolish saith E. 11. lirou-ning, . . 65

There is no laughter in the natural world Blunt 803

There is no remedy for time misspent; Sir A. De Cere, . . . 184

There is nothing new under the sun; Gilder 231

There'll come a day when the supremest splendor, . . Preston, ..436

There's a good time coming, boys, Mackay, 363

There.s a story that's old, C. F. Adams,. . . . (185

There's never an always cloudless sky Savage, 473

There's no dew left on'the daisies and clover Ingelow, 301

There was a little, very little, Mackay 758

There was a sound of revelry by night, llyron 106

There was a time when death and 1, Bradley, 52

There was once a gentle time, Croty, 178

There were three sailors of Bristol City Thackeray, .... 783

The rich man.s son inherits lands Lowell, 348

The robin sings in the elm; Hotcells, 292

The roof of thickest covert Milton 380

The room is swept and garnished for thy sake Kimball 320

The school's lone porch, with reverend mosses gray,. . lingers, 464

The sea goes up, tne sky comes down C. P. Lathrop, . . . 335

The sea is flecked with bars of gray, (>. Wilde, 648

The seas are qidet, when the winds give o'er Walter 628

The sea! the sea! the open sea! /(• W. 1'rocter, . . . 444

The self of so long ago Trowbridge 607

These words the poet heard in Paradise H. W. Longfellow,. . 837

The shadows lay along Broadway Willis 653

The skies are blue above mv head, Hay 253

The sky is laced with fitful red U. Wilde 648

The silver trumpets rang across the dome; O. Wilde 647

The soul hath Its feelers, cobwebs floating on the wind, Tupper 615

The speckled skv is dim with snow, Troicbridge 608

The splendor fails on castle walls, Tennyson 577

The storm-wind moans through branches bare.; . . . Collier, 142

The summer coaxed me to bo glad, Annan, 797

The summer dawn's reflected hue, Scott. 476

The summer dav is closed— the sun is set: Bryant. 80

The summer-tide swells high and full: Wopttm, 829

The suu has gone down o'er the lofty Benloinond,. . . Tannahill 563

The suu has kissed the violet sea Lanier 329

The sun of life has crossed the line; Whitney, 636

The sun's bright orb, declining all serene, Falconer, 218

The sun upon the Welrdlaw 1(111 Scott 480

The sweetest sound our whole year round, Stedman 538

The sweets of converse and society, Sir H. Taylor, . . . 571

The Thames nocturne of blue ami gold, O. Wilde, 648

The tide slips up the silver sand, Hutchinson 830

The time of gifts has come again J. G. Whittier, . . . 646

The Temple of the Lord stood open wide, Tilton 601

The tree of deepest root is found Tltea'e 784

The twentieth vear is well nigh past, Cotcper 162

The twilight hours, like birds, flew by Welby 856

The unlettered Christian, who believes in gross, . . . Dryden 205

The violet in her greenwood bower, Scott 481

The violet loves a sunny bank B.Taylor 565

The weakness of accident is strong Tupper 677

The western wares of ebbing day, Scott, 477

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