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I challenge not the oracle

I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn.
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song

If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep.

If men be worlds, there is in every one

If this great world of joy and pain

If thou be one whose heart the holy forms
If thou wert by my side, my love
If with light head erect I sing

I got me flowers to strew thy way
I have done one braver thing.
I have learned to look on nature

I have ships that went to sea.

I have, thou gallant Trojan

I have woven shrouds of air

I hear thy solemn anthem fall

I know a little garden close

I made a footing in the wall

I made a posie, while the day ran by

I mind it weel, in early date

I'm sitting alone by the fire

I must go farnish up

Inland, within a hollow vale I stood

In sweet dreams, softer than unbroken rest

In the frosty season, when the sun

In the golden reign of Charlemagne the king.
In the hour of my distress

In the summer even

In this world, the isle of dreams

In vain the common theme my tongue would shun

In what torn ship soever I embark

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

In yonder grave a Druid lies.

I see a dusk and awful figure rise

I see before me the gladiator lie

I see men's judgments are

I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus.

I sift the snow on the mountains below

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers

I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he.

Is there for honest poverty

Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child?

It don't seem hardly right, John

It follows now you are to prove.

It happen that I came on a day

I think not on my father

It is not to be thought of, that the flood

It little profits that an idle king

It's narrow, narrow make your bed

It's no in titles or in rank

It was fifty years ago

It was the season. When through all the land.

It was the time when lilies blow

It was the winter wild.

It was thy fear, or else some transient wind

I wandered lonely as a cloud

I watched her face, suspecting

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I wish I were where Helen lies

I would that thou might always be
I've taught me other tongues

John Anderson, my jo, John

John Brown in Kansas settled like a steadfast.
Just for a handful of silver he left us

Just now I've ta'en a fit of rhyme

Kings, queens, lords, ladies, knights, and damsels

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Knowing the heart of man is set to be

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DANIEL

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King Ferdinand alone did stand one day upon the hill LOCKHART'S SPANISH Bal-

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Merciful Heaven!

Merry it is in the good green wood

Methought I heard a voice say, "Sleep no more
Methinks it is good to be here

Milton, thou shouldst be living at this hour
Mine eyes have seen the glory

Mine honesty and I begin to square
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors
Motions and means, on land and sea at war
Mournfully, sing mournfully.

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Mourn, hills and groves of Attica
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold
My dear and only love, I pray
My gentle Puck, come hither

My God, I heard this day

My liege, I did deny no prisoners.

My lord, you told me you would tell the rest
My mind to me a kingdom is.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

My hother, when I learned that thou wast dead
Mysterious night! when our first parent knew

Naked on parents' knees, a new-born child.
Nature is made better by no mean
Nay, you wrong her, my friend

Needy knife-grinder, whither are you going?
Night is fair Virtue's immemorial friend
No abbey's gloom, nor dark cathedral stoops
No! is my answer from this cold bleak ridge
No man is lord of any thing

No more, no more, Oh! never more on me
Northward he turneth through a little door
No screw, no piecer can.

No splendor 'neath the sky's proud dome
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul
Nought loves another like itself

November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh
Now deeper roll the maddening drums
Now hand your tongue

Now is the time for mirth

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Now Nature hangs her mantle green

Now overhead a rainbow bursting through

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THOREAU

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SHAKSPEARE

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LODGE

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ANONYMOUS

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O. W. HOLMES

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WARTON

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CAMPBELL

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CHAUCER

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SCOTT
WATTS

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Now ponder well, you parents dear
Now wol I turn unto my tale agen

O Brignall Banks are wild and fair

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon
O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison!

O divine star of heaven

O draw me, Father, after thee

O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea
O'er western tides the fair spring day

Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

Of all the rides since the birth of time

Of Nelson and the North

O for my sake do you with fortune chide
Often trifling with a privilege

Oft in the stilly night

Of truth, of grandeur, beauty, love, and hope
Oft when returning with her loaded bill

O heavens, if you do love old men

O heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale?
Oh, go not yet, my love

Oh, have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde

Oh, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem.
Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, it's you I love the best
O how canst thou renounce the boundless store
O how feeble is man's power.

Oh, weel may the boatie row

OI have passed a miserable night

O joy hast thou a face.

O keeper of the sacred key

O listen, listen, ladies gay

Old wine to drink

O Lord, in me there lieth nought

O messenger, art thou the king, or 1?
O my luve's like a red, red rose
Once git a smell o' musk into a draw
Once more, Cesario

Once we built our fortress where you see ́
On the mountain peak.

O never rudely will I blame his faith
One day, nigh weary of the irksome way
On Linden, when the sun was low

O Proserpina.

Or if the soul of proper kind .

Orpheus with his lute made trees

O Sacred Providence, who from end to end

O than the fairest day thrice fairer night
O that last day in Lucknow fort

O that we now had here

O the days are gone when beauty bright

O then what soul was his, when, on the tops

O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you

O thou goddess

O thou who in the heavens dost dwell

O thou that swing'st upon the waving ear
O! 'tis wondrous much

Our boat to the waves go free

Our brethren of New England use

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BUTLER

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SHAKSPEARE

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SIR JOHN SUCKLING

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BYRON

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SHAKSPEARE

BURNS
LOVELACE

Our bugles sang truce; for the night cloud had lowered CAMPBELL

Our revels now are ended

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BURNS.

SCOTT

ANONYMOUS.

POPE.

SCOTT

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LANDOR

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Queen Bonduca, I do not grieve your fortune

MRS. BARBAULD.

Rabia, sick upon her bed

J. F. CLARKE (Trans.)

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Rashly; and praised be rashness for it

Rambling along the marshes

Reason thus with life

Remove yon skull from out the scattered heaps.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky.

BYRON
TENNYSON

Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay the golden cushion down LOCKHART

Round my own pretty rose.

Royal Egypt! Empress

Rudolph, professor of the headsman's trade

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king

Rumble thy belly full! spit fire! spout rain!

Run, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears

Say to me, whose fortunes shall rise higher

Say, what is Honor?

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled

See how the Orient dew

See living vales by living waters blest

See the chariot at hand here of love

See yonder souls set far within the shade

Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it.
Shake off your heavy trance

Shall I, wasting in despair?

She, of whose soul, if we may say, 'twas gold.

She's gane to dwell in heaven, my lassie

T. H. BAYLY
SHAKSPEARE.

BURNS

BEN JONSON

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She walks in beauty, like the night

Shine kindly forth, September sun

Should auld acquaintance be forgot.

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Sitting in my window

Sleep is like death, and after sleep
Sleep sweetly in your humble graves
Slow, slow fresh fount, keep time
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
So every spirit as it is most pure
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
Soft you; a word or two before you go
So Saturn, as he walked into the midst

So, when their feet were planted on the plain
Spring all the graces of the age

St. Mark's hushed abbey heard

Star of the flowers and flower of the stars.

Stern daughter of the voice of God
Still to be neat, still to be drest

Sven Vonved binds his sword to his side.

Sweep ho! Sweep ho!

Sweet country life, to such unknown

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright

Sweet echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen
Sweetness, truth, and every grace

Sweet peace, where dost thou dwell.

Sweet scented flower, who art wont to bloom

Take along with thee

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Take, O take those lips away.

Teach me, my God and King

Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind

Tell me where is fancy bred

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

SPENSER
WHITTIER
SHAKSPEARE
KEATS
TENNYSON
BEN JONSON

MISS PALFREY

J. J. G. WILKINSON
WORDSWORTHI

BEN JONSON

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518

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GEORGE BORROW (Trans.)

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E. S. H.

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PUNCH.

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ALLINGHAM

HENRY TIMROD

BEN JONSON

SHAKSPEARE

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441

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The birds against the April wind
The breaking waves dashed high,

The bush that has most briars and bitter fruit
The clouds are flying, the woods are sighing
The convent-bells are ringing

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day

The daughter of a king, how should I know?.
The despot's heel is on thy shore.

The destiny, minister general

The earth goes on, the earth glittering in gold
The færy beam upon you

The feathered songster Chanticleer

The flighty purpose never is o`ertook
The garlands wither on your brow

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
The gods be your terror

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The harp that once through Tara's halls.
The house of Chivalry decayed

The king called his best archiers

The king is full of grace and fair regard

The king is kind; and well we know

The king sits in Dunfermline town
The king was on his throne

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The Lord descended from above
The melancholy days have come

The merry world did on a day

The minstrels played their Christmas tune
The moon is up, and yet it is not night
The Moorish king rides up and down
The muse doth tell me where to borrow
The muse, nae poet ever fand her

The night is come like to the day.

The night is made for cooling shade.

The night is passed and shines the sun

The old mayor climbed the belfry tower

The old man said, Take thou this shield, my son"

The owl is abroad, the bat, and the toad.
The pines were dark on Ramoth hill

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SHAKSPEARE

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JAMES SHIRLEY

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There are points from which we can command our life P. BAILEY
There came to Cameliard

The recluse hermit ofttimes more doth know.

There in the fane a beauteous creature stands

There is a history in all men's lives

There is a mystery in the soul of state

There is an island on a river lying

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods

There is a stream, I name not its name

There is a tide in the affairs of men

There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale
There like a rich and golden pyramid
"There is no God," the wicked saith
There's a flag hangs over my threshold

There where death's brief pang was quickest.
There was a boy; ye know him well, ye cliffs
There was a king that much might

There was a laughing devil in his sneer
There was a sound of revelry by night

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream.

Ther is right at the West side of Italy

The sea rolls vaguely, and the stars are dumb
The shadow on the dial's face

The sky is changed; and such a change
The snows arise; and foul and fierce

The spacious firmament on high

BYRON

A. H. CLOUGH
SHAKSPEARE
WORDSWORTH
BEN JONSON
CLOUGH
MRS. HOWE.
BYRON

WORDSWORTH
GOWER
BYRON

BYRON

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