The white reflection of the sloop's great sail, Tharter, 387 559 This man whose homely face you look upon, The woman was old and ragged and gray, The world goes up and the world goes down, They come the merry summer months of beauty, song, and flowers, The years have linings just as goblets do:" Think not some knowledge rests with thee alone, Think not your duty done when, sad and tearful, This circulating principle of life, This is Goethe, with a forehead, This is that hill of awe,. This is where the roses grew, This name of mine the sun may steal away, "Thou and I!". Thou art not dead; thou art not gone to dust Thou art, O God! the life and light, E. D. Proctor, 448 743 806 662 Kingsley, 321 Shakespeare, 485 Wordsworth, 675 Goldsmith, 237 Thou art with me, here, upon the banks, Thou, Bavaria's brown-eyed daughter, Thou blossom bright with Autumn dew, Wordsworth, 667 B. Taylor, 569 Bryant, 77 Thou dear, misunderstood, maligned Delay, Thou first, best friend that heaven assigns below, Though Reason through Faith's mysteries see, Though wronged, not harsh my answer! Though you should come again to-morrow, Thou goest: to what distant place, Thou happy, happy elf! Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie, Thou knowest, O my Father! Why should I, J. C. R. Dorr, 193 Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray,. Thou lone companion of the spectred night, Thou mightier than Manoah's son, Thou shalt have sun and shower from heaven above, Stedman, 539 Bryant, 73 Thou whose birth on earth, Three, only three, my darling. Three fishers went sailing away to the West, Kingsley, 321 Holme, 276 Three poets in three distant ages born,. Three roses, wan as moonlight and weighed down, T. B. Aldrich, 10 Three weeks to-day had old Doctor Drollhead, Through love to light! Oh, wonderful the way, Thus is it over all the earth!. Thy bright brief day knew no decline Too late I stayed-forgive the crime Tiger! Tiger! burning bright, Till the slow daylight pale, Time, hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,. Time, in advance, behind him hides his wings, 'Tis a fearful night in the winter time, "Tis all a great show,. "Tis a story told by Kalidasa, "Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours 'Tis not stringing rhymes together, 'Tis said that when the nightingale, "Tis self whereby we suffer, 'Tis sweet to hear a brook, 'tis sweet, 'Tis the part of a coward to brood, 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, To be, or not to be, that is the question, To him who, in the love of Nature holds, Toiling across the Mer de Glace, Toil on toil on! ye ephemeral train, Sigourney,. 500 Spencer,. 524 To learning's second seats we now proceed, Crabbe, 164 Toll, tower and minster, toll, To Love in my heart, I exclaimed, t' ther morning, To miry places me the hunters drive, To-morrow has trouble to lend,. To Thee, fair Freedom, I retire, Touch us gently, Time,. To you, my purse, and to none other wight, Tread lightly, she is near,. Tread softly! bow the head Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky, Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand, Two maidens listening to the sea Two things love can do, H. H. Brownell, 57 Campbell, 707 Trench,. 605 Kimball, 319 Shenstone, 498 B. W. Procter, 444 Chaucer, 812 O. Wilde, 648 C. B. Southey, 514 Campbell, 113 Pope,. 432 Dryden,. 199 M. Arnold, 24 Street, 545 Street, 546 Gassaway,. 229 H. W. Longfellow, 344 Tennyson, 585 Craik, 170 Byrom, 704 Two travellers of conceited cast, Tying her bonnet under her chin, Webster, Phelps, Merrick, 631 417 759 Perry, 415 What, what is virtue, but repose of mind,. Thomson, 593 What wondrous power from heaven upon thee wrought? Thaxter, 588 Gilder, 232 Jennison, 833 H. H. Brownell, 59 When Britain first, at Heaven's command, When I am dead, my dearest, When beeches brighten early May, When brooks of summer shallow run, When chance or cruel business parts us two, When I am turned to mouldering dust,. When I beneath the cold red earth am sleeping, When Israel, of the Lord beloved, When last the maple bud was swelling, When love is in her eyes, . Cheney,. 812 When maidens such as Hester die, When May, with cowslip-braided locks, Lamb, 325 B. Taylor,. 567 Where did you come from, baby dear? When men in health against physicians rail, When once thy foot enters the church, be bare, When the lessons and tasks are all ended, When the rose is brightest, When the sheep are in the fauld, When the stern genius, to whose hollow tramp, When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away, Where are you, Sylvia, where?. B. Taylor, Macdonald, Crabbe, 165 E. Young, 684 S. Johnson, Keble, 314 Beattie, 35 Richardson, 459 Sarage,. 472 308 729 Whose is the gold that glitters in the mine?. Widow Machree, it's no wonder you frown, Within the sober realm of leafless trees, With the same letter heaven and home begin, Woodman, spare that tree! Woods, waters, have a charm to soothe the ear, Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams, Ye banks, and braes, and streams around, Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true, Ye Mariners of England!. Yes, faith is a goodly anchor; Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; Byron, 97 Sprague. 533 H. K. White, 62.6 Holmes,. 732 Lryden,. 207 Tupper,. 619 Simms, 501 H. K. White. 636 Willis, 652 Lunt,. 838 Lover, K. P. Osgood, |