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..
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..
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..........
The sinking sun had streaked the west.. The sky is changed!—and such a change! O night...
The sky is clouded, the rocks are bare........ The snow had begun in the gloaming... The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings.........
The spacious firmament on high.......
The splendor fall on castle walls......
The stately homes of England.....
285 The summer sun is falling soft on Carberry's hundred isles.........
The world goes up and the world goes down.... 44 The world is too much with us; late and
.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
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.........
..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
When Freedom, from her mountain height......269 When I consider how my light is spent...... When I survey the bright.......
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....
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......
Genealogy of Humor.........
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.......
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.
Fire and Strength... Sweetness and Light........
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