608

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91

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400

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Teach me, my God, my King...

.251
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean..... 36
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean....623
Tell me not in mournful numbers.......
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind.......
Tell me, where is fancy bred.......
The apples are ripe in the orchard..
The April sunshine brought.........FRONT FLY LEAF
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the
fold.

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne......437
The bee from the clover blooms..
The birds must know. Who wisely sings........559
The blasts of Autumn drive the winged seeds...302
The bleakest rock upon the loneliest heath... ..137
The blessed damozel leaned out....
The breaking waves dashed high.........
The bright-robed days sit now at feast, and

Then it came to pass that a pestilence fell on
the city..

.106

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell......290
Then the king exclaimed, "This is for me'
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower....................... 87
The poet or priest who told us this....
The quality of mercy is not strained..
The queen, my lord, is dead...................
The rain, the desolate rain!.......
There are faces we fondly recall..
There are gains for all our losses....
There are seven pillars of Gothic mould..
There are songs enough for the hero
There came to port, last Monday night..
There comes, each dying day to bless......
Therefore to be possess'd with double pomp......534
There have been loftier themes than his.....
There is a land, of every land the pride..

273

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613

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.115

39

.294

91

.678

.384

.443

.465

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece !...
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!
The lad and lass were forced to part...
The lady lay in her bed.......

The lark has sung his carol in the sky......
The lists are oped, the spacious area cleared...
The lovely purple of the noon's bestowing...
The meek-eyed morn appears, mother of dews 382
The moonbeams lay upon the hill....
393
The morning hath not lost her virgin blush......383
The mossy marbles rest.....
434

The mother of the muses, we are taught...... ..533
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat.....
The muse, disgusted at an age and clime......
Then came faire May, the fairest maid on
ground..........

154

The sinking sun had streaked the west..
The sky is changed!—and such a change! O
night...

.561

363

..617

.497

.228

The sky is clouded, the rocks are bare........
The snow had begun in the gloaming...
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth
brings.........

609

..119

317

.277

The spacious firmament on high.......

248

.396

The splendor fall on castle walls......

385

.471

The stately homes of England.....

484

.701

97

The world goes up and the world goes down.... 44
The world is too much with us; late and

soon.......

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.109

322

..583
..408

.508
They are all gone into the world of light......... 94
They are jewels of the mind......................................
They come the merry summer months of
beauty, song and flowers......
They drive home the cows from the pasture......407
The years come and the years go.......................
The year stood on its equinox......
They made her a grave too cold and damp.......195
They sang of love, and not of fame....... .159
They sin who tell us love can die...........
They tell us thou art he, about whose brow......443
They've got a bran new organ, Sue..........
Thinks't thou to be concealed, thou little
stream.......

This is a spray the bird clung to

..177

...699

.613

art.......

.....678

This is the ship of pearl, which poets feign......355
This royal infant (Heaven still move about
her)....

Thought is deeper than all speech..........
Thou happy, happy elf!........
Thou lingering star, with lessening ray
Thou still unravished bride of quietness....
Three fishers went sailing out into the west....... 97
Throw up the window! Tis a morn for life......877
Thus Adam looked, when from the garden
driven.........

..566

..681
Thus passeth year by year, and day by day......439
Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue.
.154
Tired of play! tired of play...
"Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother.......110
"Tis not the loss of love's assurance................172
"Tis sweet to hear the merry lark......... ...349
"Tis the middle watch of a summer's night........627
"Tis time this heart should be unmoved.. ..... 73
To be, or not to be, that is the question............615
To him who in the love of Nature holds.... ..621
To him who sang of "Home, sweet home”. ...441
To me the world's an open book..............
Too frail to keep the lofty vow............. .........445
Too late I stayed; forgive the crime......
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell........511
To the seashell's spiral round...
Touch us gently, Time!
Tread softly-bow the head...
Tread softly through these amorous rooms.......508
Trust not sweet soul, those curled waves of
gold..........
....612
'Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won............639
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all
through the house......
..647
"Twas when the world was in its prime......... ..314
Two armies covered hill and plain.......... .271
Two dimpled hands the bars of iron grasped.... 43

381

..315

.188

When Freedom, from her mountain height......269
When I consider how my light is spent......
When I survey the bright.......

..223

..391

When last the maple-bud was swelling............ 90
When love with unconfined wings....
When, marshalled on the nightly plain.........
When Music, heavenly maid, was young..........634
When shall we three meet again?......
When silent time, wi' lightly foot.......
When stars are in the quiet skies.......
When that my mood is sad, and in the noise.....362
When the dimpled water slippeth..........
When the hounds of spring are on winter's
traces....

..182

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..117

....593

164

44

..315
.378

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When the humid shadows hover........
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye

ADAMS, SARAH FLOWER.-An English poet, born
in 1805. Her poem "Nearer, My God to Thee,"
which has attained a world-wide popularity, was
contributed to a Unitarian collection of "Hymns
and Anthems," published in 1841. Died in 1848.

Nearer, My God, to Thee..........223
ADDISON, JOSEPH.-An English author, pre-em-
inent as an essayist, humorist and moralist, and also
of high rank as a poet, was born in Wiltshire in
1672. His popularity rests chiefly upon his essays
contributed to the Spectator. They are models of the
purest English and have secured to him immortal
fame. His reputation as a poet is founded upon
his "Tragedy of Cato" which appeared in 1713.
He died in London in 1719.

Cato's Soliloquy on the Immortality of the
Soul......

Education

Genealogy of Humor.........

......567
..577
.678

ARNOLD, EDWIN.-An English poet, born in
1832. The "Light of Asia," his best known work,
is a poem on the life and doctrines of Gautama
Booddha, the supposed founder of the Booddhistic
religion. As poetry, it is admirable, but, as serv-
ing to give an idea of the spirit of that religion, it
cannot be relied upon for accuracy of detail in re-
gard to the teachings of Gautama. But it is a plens-
ing poem, and beautifully written.

Almond Blossoms....................
Woman's Voice.......

.338

...597

ARNOLD, MATTHEW.-An English poet, son of
Dr. Thomas Arnold of Rugby and Oxford, was born
at Laleham in Middlesex, in 1822. In 1857, elected
Professor of Poetry at Oxford. His verse is always
calm, chaste, and noble, and there is, throughout
his style of thought, a certain antique grandeur,
differing much from most of the poets of the pres-
ent day.

A Question.
Culture...

Fire and Strength...
Sweetness and Light........

39

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