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O sleep! it is a gentle thing, .

S. T. Coleridge,
O sovereign Master! stern and splendid power, Thaxter,
O still, white face of perfect peace,

D. R. Goodale,
O tenderly the haughty day,

Emerson, O the generations old,

J. G. W'hitiier, O the splendor of the city, .

E. D. Proctor, O Thou, by Nature taught,

W. Collins, o Thou, great Friend to all the sons of men,

Parker, o Thou, who dry'st the mourner's tear!

Moore, o Time ! who know'st a lenient hand to lay,.

Boules, O treacherous conscience ! while she seems to sleep,

E. Young, . O tritling tasks so often done,

Allen, Our birth is but a sleep and a' forgetting,

Wordsworth, Our Fatherland! and would'st thou know,

Lover, Our funeral tears from different causes rise,.

E. Young, .
Our God is all we boast below,

Our life is nothing but a winter's day;
Our life is twofold! Sleep hath its own world,
Our old brown homestead reared its walls,

P. Cary,
Our old colonial town is new with May:

Albey, Our revels now are ended ; these our actors,

Shakespeare. Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass,

K. P. Osyood, Out of the deeps of heaven,

Stoddard, Out of the focal and foremost tire,

Ticinor, Out of the thousand verses you have writ,

T. B. Aldrich, Outside the mad sea ravens for its prey

Moulton, Out upon it! I have loved,

Suckling, Over iny window the ivy climbs,

M. M. Dodge, O weathercock on the village spire,

H. W'. Long fellow, O winter, wilt thou never, never go?.

D. Gray,
O world,

E. B. Browning,
O ye tears ! O ye tears ! that have long refused to flow, Mackay,
O ye uncrowned but kingly kings,

O youth of the world,

A. Fields,

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Pack clouds away, and welcome day,
Paddy McCabe was dying one day,
Pain and pleasure both decay,
Pain is no longer pain when it is past,
Pardon the faults in me,
Passionate, stormy ocean, .
Passions are likened best to floods,
Pause not to dream of the future before us,
Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds,
Persia! time-honored land ! who looks on thee,
Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem :
Poet, whose siinny span of fruitful years,
Poor lone Hannah.
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Poor, withered face, that yet was once so fair,
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
“Pray, what do they do at the Springs ?”
Press on! there's no such word as fail!
Princes ! and you most valorous,
Proud mountain giant, whose inajestic face,
Prune thou thy worals, the thoughts control,
Purple, the passionate color,

C. G. Rossetti,
F. S. Osgood,
G. P. Luthrop,
Dobson, .
F. Smith,

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Rat-tat it went upon the lion's chin,
Rattle the window, inds, .
Red leaf, gold leaf,
Remember Him, the only One,
Remember me when I am gone away,
"Repine not, O my son !" the old man replied,

C. G. Hosseiti,
R. Southey,

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Restless forms of living light,

H. Coleridge, Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, .

Tennyson, Rivers that roll most musical in song,

Parsons, Sacred and secret hand!

Vaughan, Sad is our youth, for it is ever going,.

A. T. De 'Vere. Sad is the thought of sunniest days,

Hay, . Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,

H. W. Limgreiton, Sauntering hither on listless wings,

Bret Harte,
Say over again and yet once over again,

E. B. Browning,
Say, why are beanties praised and honored most, Pope, :
Say why was man so eininently raised,

Say, ye opprest by some fantastic woes,

Crabbe, Scarce had the earliest ray from Chinon's towers, R. Southey, Seorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned,

Wordsworth, Sea-king's daughter from over the sea,

Tennyson, : Seated one day at the organ,

A. A. Procter, See how the orient dew,.

Marrell, Seek not to walk by borrowed light,

A. Cary, See you yonder castle stately!

A. B. Bensel, Send down Thy winged angel, God!

B. W. Procter, September waves his golden-rod,

Hutchinson, Serve God and be cheerful. The motto,.

Nerell, . Seven women loved him. When the wrinkled pall, Steilman, She did not sigh for death, nor make sad moan,

Boyle, She dwelt among the untrolden ways, .

Wordsworth, She had lost many children now,

Landon, * She is dead!” they said to him, .

E. Arnold, She is not fair to outward view,.

H. Coleridge, She is the east just ready for the sun,

Redden,. She might have known it in the earlier spring.

Bunner, . She's empty: hark! she sounds: there's nothing there, Quarles, She's gone to dwell in heaven, my lassie,

Cunningham, She siiteth there a mourner, .

M. M. Dodge, She walks in beauty, like the night,

Byron, She was a phantom of delight,

Wordsworth, She was not white nor brown,

E. B. Brourning. Shut in a close and dreary sleep,

S. M. B. Piatt, Shut, shut the door, good jou!

Pope, Since all that is not heaven must fade,

keble, Since there is no help, come, let us kiss and part, . Draylon, Side by side rise the two great cities, .

Hagenan, , Sing again the song you sug,

Curtis, Singing through the forests,

Sace, Sing, poet, ’tis a merry world,

A. Smith, Slave of the dark and dirty mine!

Leyden, , Slayer of winter, art thou here again?

Morris. Sleep, babe, the honeyed sleep of innocence !

Holland, Sleeping, I dreamed that thou wast mine, ,

Stedman, Sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed,

king, Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,

Barbnuld, Sleep sweetly in your humble


Timrod, Slowly I circle the clim, dizzy stair,

k. L. Bates, Slowly thy flowing tide, .

R. Southey, Slow toiling upward from the misty vale,

Holmes, • Small was thy share of all this world's delight,

Buner, Smiles on past Misfortune's brow, .

T. Gray, So close we are, and yet so far apart,

Marston, So fair the sun rose yestermoru.

Coolbrith, Soft, brown, smiling eyes.

Cranch, Softly woo away her breath,

B. W. l'rocter, Soft on the sunset sky,

E. Gondale, So here hath been dawning another blue day

Carlyle, Soldier, statesman, scholar, friend,

Bolton, Solitude ! Life is inviolate solitude;

A. Cary, So love is dead that has been quick so long !

Some are laughing, some are weeping;

C. G. Rossetti,
Some day ; some day of days, threading the streets, Perry,
Some fairy spirit with his wand,

G. P.'Lathrop,

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Some feelings are to mortals given,
Some flowers are withered, and some joys have died;
Some fretful tempers wince at every touch,
Some great misfortune to porteud,
Some men employ their health, an ugly trick,
Some sigh for this and that,
Something so human hearted,
Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned,
Somewhere on this earthly planet,
Somewhere - somewhere à l'appy cliine there is,
Somewhere 'tis told that in an Eastern land,
So prone our hearts to whisper what we wish,
Soul of my soul impart,
Sound asleep: no sigh can reach,
Speak tenderly! "For he is dead," we say,
Spimer of the silken snare,
Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou,
Stand, thou great bulwark of man's liberty !
Stand up, erect! Thou liast the form, .
Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest,.
Stay wherever you will,
Stay yet a little longer in the sky,
Stili i behold him, every thought employed,
Still sits the school-house by the road,
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
Stoop to my window, thou beautiful dove!
Strive not to say the whole ! the poet in his art,
Strive: yet I do not promise,
Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Sum up at night, what thou hast done by day
Sun of the moral world! effulgent source,
Sun of the sleepless ! melancholy star !
Sunshine and silence on the Col de Balın !
Suppose the dreaded messenger of death,
Supreme, all-wise, eternal Potentate!
Supreme among a race of gods he stands,
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, só bright,
Sweeter than voices in the scented hay,
Sweetest, sweetest Heliotrope!.
Sweet falsehools, fare ye well!.
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies,
Sweet sylvan lake, in memory's gold,
Sweet winter roses, stainless as the snow,
Take the dead Christ to my chamber,
Taste the sweetness of delaying,
Teach me, my God and king,
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears wash away the atoms in the eye, .
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,
Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light,
Tell me, ye winged winds..
Tell the fainting soul in the weary' forni,
Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
That precious, priceless gift, a soul,
That season which all other men regret,
That son of Italy who tried to blow,
That which her slender waist contined,
The age is gone o'er, .
The angels come, the angels go,
The angels kiss her while she sleeps,
The apples are ripe in the orchard,
The artist who this idol wrouglit,
The banker, well known,
The bard has sung, God never formed a soul,
The beast was sturdy, large, and tall,
The beautiful color -- the color of goia i
The bird, let loose in eastern skies,

M. R. Smith,
E. Young,
M. M. Dodge,
H. W. Longfellow,
A. Cary,
J. G. Whittier,
A. Å. Procter,

Barlow, .
W.W. Gay,
11. H. Browneil,
Crunch, .
M. Arnold,
R. B. Lytton,
J. J. l'int.
A. T. De l'ere,
R. B. Lytton,
S. Butler,
F. Smith,

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The birds are mute, the bloom is fled,
The blessed damozel leaned out,
The blessings which the weak and poor can scatter,
The blind at an easel, the palsied with a graver,
The branches arch and shape a pleasant bower,
The breaking waves dashed higli,
The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by,
The castled crag of Drachenfels,
The chamber where the good man meets his fate,
The chrysalid with rapture stirs ; .
The circle formed, we sit in silent state,
The conference-meeting through at last,
The crimson sunset faded into gray,
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The curtain of the dark,
The day and night are symbols of creation,
The day is quenched, and the sun is tied,
The dead leaves, their rich mosaics, .
The doors are all wide open ; at the gate, .
The dove did lend me wings, .
The eagle nestles near the sun !
The emphatic speaker dearly loves to oppose,
The fair breeze blew, the white foam tiew,
The fateful hour, wlieu death stood by,
The tisherman wades in the surges;
The fountains wingle with the river,
The fresh May morning's earliest light,
The frugal snail with forecast of repose,
The garlands fade that Spring so lately wove,
The glories of our birth and state,
The grave but ends the struggle!
The hand that wore thee smooth is cold,
The harp at Nature's advent, strung,
The leart, they say, is wiser than the schools ! .
The honey-bee that wanders all day long, .
The hours on the old piazza, .
The human heart cannot sustain, .
Their preciousness in absence is proved,
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
The kindly words that rise within the heart,
The little gate was reached at last,
The lost days of my life until to-day,
The loving poor! - So envy calls,
The maid who binds her warrior's sash,
The matron at her mirror,
The mellow year is lasting to its close
The midges dance aboon the burn :
The more we live, more brief appear,
The Moth's kiss, tirst!
Then before all they stand, - the holy vow
Then gently scan your brother man,
Then, lo! the sainted Monitor is born,
The night-wind sweeps its viewless lyre,
The night has a thousand eyes, .
The palace with its splendid dome,
The pilgrim and stranger, who, through the day,
The Pilgrim Fathers — where are they?
The pines were dark on Ramoth hill,
The place seemed new and strange as death,
The place where soon I think to lie, .
The pleasant grows are greenly turfed and graded;
The poets pour wine; and when 'tis new, all decry it; .
The poplars are felled; farewell to the shade,
The purple grapes hang ready for the kiss,
The uality of mercy is not
The rain has ceased, and in my room,
The rain is o'er. How dense and bright,
The rain, the desolate rain !
The rapid years drag by, and bring not here,

D. G. Rossetti,
E. Young,
T. Gray,
J. B. O'Reilly;
S. Longiellor,
H. W'. Longfello, :
J. J. Piait,
('ouper, ;
s. 7. Coleridge,
B. Taylor, .
B. Taylor, .
Shelley, .
('. Smith,
J. G. Whittier,
Sir Henry Taylor, .
J. B. O'Reilly;
1). G. Rossetti

E. Elliott,
H. Coleridge,
R. Browning,
G. Houghton, .
E. H. Whittier,
J. G. Whittier,
E. B. Browning,
Landlor, .
R. B. Lytton,
7. S. Collier, :
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There are a number of us creep,

Watts, There are gains for all our losses,

Stoddard, There came a breath, out of a distant time,

Jennison, There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,

Campbell, There is a beauty of the reason,

Tupper, . There is a land, of every land the pride,

Montgomery, There is a land of pure delight, .

Watts, There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

Byron, There is a room, a stately room,

H. R. 'Dorr, There is but one thing that still harks me back,

Sir H. Taylor, There is May in books forever :.

Hunt, There is no comfort underneath the sun,


Tharter, There is no day so dark, “There is no God," the foolish saith,

E. B. Browning, There is no laughier in the natural woria,

Blunt, There is no remedy for time misspent ;

Sir A' De Vere, There is nothing new under the sum ;

Gilder, There'll come a day when the supremest splendor, Preston, . There's a good time coming, boys,.

Mackay, There's a story that's old, :

C. F. Adams, There's never an always cloudless sky, :

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

Ingelou, There was a little, very little,

Mackay, There was a sound of revelry' by night,

Byron, There was a time when death and I,

Brulley, There was once a gentle time,

('roly, There were three sailors of Bristol City,

Thackeray, The rich man's son inherits lands,

Lowell, The robin sings in the elm ;

Houells, The roof of thickest covert,

Milton, The room is swept and garnished for thy sake,

Kimball, The school's lone porch, with reverend inosses gray, Rogers, The sea goes up, the sky comes down,

G. P. Lathrop, The sea is flecked with bars of gray, .

0. Wilde, . The seas are quiet, when the winds give o'er,

The sea! the sea! the open sea !

B. W. Procter,
The self of so long ago,
These words the poet lieari in Paradise,

H. W. Longfelloio, :
The shadows lay along Broadway,.

Willis, The skies are blue above my head,

Hay, : The sky is laced with titful red, .

0. Wilde, The silver trumpets rang across the dome ;

0. Wilde, The soul bath its feelers, cobwebs tloating on the wind, Tupper.. The speckled sky is lim with snow,

Troirbridge, The splendor falls on castle walls,

Tennyson, The storm-wind moans through branches bare.;

Collier, The summer coaxed me to be glad,

Annan, The summer dawn's retected hue,

Scott, The sunmer day is closed - the sun is set :

Bryant, The summer-tideswells high and full;

Hopkins, The suu has gone down o'er the lofty Benlomond,. Tannahill, The sun has kissed the violet sea, .

Lanier, The sun of life has crossed the line;.

Whitney, The sun's bright orb, decliuing all serene,

Falconer, The sun upon the Weir law Hill,

Scott, The sweetest sound our whole year round,

Stedman, The sweets of converse and society,

Sir 11. Taylor, The Thames nocturne of blue and gold,

(). Wilde, The tide slips up the silver sand,

Hutchinson, The time of gifts has come again,

J. G. Whittier, The Temple of the Lord stood open wide,

Tilton, The tree of deepest root is found,

Thrale, The twentieth year is well nigh past,

Corper, The twilight hours, like birds, thew by,

Welby, The unlettereil Christian, who believes in gross,

Dryden, . The violet in her greenwood bower,

Scott, The violet loves a sunny bank,

B. Taylor, The weakness of accident is strong,

Tupper, The western waves of ebbing day,.


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