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WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLE BE? . J. G. Holland.
WHISTLING IN HEAVEN

W. S. Ralph
Why? ...

Ethel Lynn . WHY SHOULD THE SPIRIT OF MORTAL BE PROUD?. William Knox. WIDOW BEDOTT To ELDER SYIFFLES .

F. M. Whitcher.. Widow MALONE

Charles James Lever.. WIND AND RAIN

Richard H. Stoddard . WINTER SONG.

Ludwig Holty WOUNDED

William E. Miller YawcoB STRAUSS

Charles F. Adams You Put no FLOWERS ON MY Papa's GRAVE C. E. L. Holmes .

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A BABY was sleeping

277 A picture memory brings to me. 230
Abou Ben Adhem—may his tribe . 225 Arise! this day shall shine.

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A care-worn widow sat alone, . 129 A soldier of the Legion lay dying 86
A chieftain to the highlands bound 551 As ships becalmed at eve, that lay. 422
A cottage home with sloping lawn.. 197 A stranger preached last Sunday 525
A counsel in the "Common Pleas" 100 As unto the bow the cord is ...

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Across the level table-land

488 At early dawn I marked them in the sky 446
A Frenchman once.

335 At heaven approached a Sufi Saint 284
A good wife rose from her bed one morn 182 A thousand miles from land are we. 439
A little child.

527 A traveler through a dusty road 441
All is finished and at length

389 At the close of the day when the . 595
Alone, in the dreary, pitiless street 302 At the feet of Laughing Water . 344
Along the frozen lake she comes 597 At twilight hour, when memory's power 225
A milkmaid who poised a full pail. 199 Awake my soul! Not only passive 663
Among professors of astronomy . 260 A wet sheet and a flowing sea

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A mother's love! Oh, soft and low . 703 A wind came up out of the sea

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And is there care in heaven? .

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Announced by all the trumpets

63 BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time . 274
An old farm home with meadows wide 625 Beautiful snow! beautiful snow!. 243
An old man sat by a fireless hearth . 226 Beautiful was the night. . .
A parson who a missionary had been · 401 Before I trust my fate to thee.

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Behold her single in the field .

368 Gamarra is a dainty steed...
Behold this ruin! 'tis a skull.
417 ! Garcon !--you, you .

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Ben Battle was soldier bold.

405 Girt round with rugged mountains
Beside the massive gateway built up

“Give me but two brigades !"

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Between the dark and the daylight . . 656 God bless

my

How fair . . 66?
Beyond the smiling and the weeping... 268 God bless the man who first invented 341
Blessings on thee, little man
416 God of the thunder .

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Break, break, break

348 God's love and peace be with thee. 350
Breathes there a man with soul so dead 233 Go, feel what I have felt ..

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Buried to-day

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Golden head so lowly bending

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But Enoch yearned to see her face again 252 Grandma told me all about it

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By Nebo's lonely mountain

289
By the wayside on a mossy stone 431

Half a league, half a league .

Half an hour till train-time, sir . 518
CAPTAIN GRAHAM, the men were sayin' 616

Hans and Fritz were two Deutschers 311
Calmly see the mystic weaver .

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Hark, hark! the lark ...

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Clang, clang! the massive anvils rang. 304
Cleon hath a million acres--not a one 597 i

Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands . 61

Happy insect, what can be. .
Come, dear old comrade, you and I . 458
Come hoist the sail, the fast let go.

Have you heard of the ... one-hoss shay? full
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Hear the sledges with the bells . . .

Heaven is not reached at a single bound 353
Dark is the night, and fitful.

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He clasps the crag with hooked hands. 364
Dark is the night! How dark!.

688

Here's a big washing to be done 18
Day hath put on his jacket, and around 415 Her hands are cold; her face is white. . 37
Day of wrath! that day of burning . . 456 He who dies at Azim sends . . .
Day-stars ! that ope your eyes at morn 255 Hide and seek! Two children at play . 454
Deep in the wave is a coral grove . 678 Hold the lantern aside, and shudder ?
Did
you
hear of the Widow Malone.

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Ho, sailor of the sea !
Dong, dong !--the bells rang out 554 How dear to this heart are the scenes
Down on the stream they flying go. 583 How does the water come down .... 23
Dow's Flat, That's its name.

426 How kind Reuben Esmond is growing. 635
Do ye hear the children weeping 699 How many summers, love?... 68
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papers, lawyer

381 How shall we learn to sway the minds 97
Duncan Gray cam' here to woo .
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How still the morning of the hallowed 610

How sweet the chime of the Sabbath 312
EVEN is come; and from the dark Park, 609

How sweet the answer Echo makes . . 615

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FEAR not, O little flock! the foe 430
First time he kissed me .

370 I BRING fresh showers. ..
Flag of the heroes who left us their glory 273 ! I come from haunts of coot and hern.

Flow on forever, in thy glorious robe 647 I do not ask, O Lord! that life may be 503
For thee, O dear, dear country .
650 I haf von funny leedle poy.

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For the fairest maid in Hampton 654

I have a son, a little son .
Four hundred thousand men .

266 I have fancied sometimes the Bethel. 677
From the heart of Waumbek Methna . 560 I hold that Christian grace abounds . . PSM
Froin his lips .
703 I knew by the smoke

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Full knee-deep lies the winter snow . 316

I know not what will befall me! 571
Full many a gem of purest ray serene . 203 If I were told that I must die

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If that the world and love were young. 381

John Anderson, my jo, John. . .: 466
I know in grief like yours .

689 John Davison and Tibbie, his wife 572
I know him by his falcon eye ..

227 John Dobbins was so captivated.. 694
I like that ancient Saxon phrase

498 Just as God leads me I would go 589
I love it, I love it, the laugh of a child. 549
I love it, I love it, and who shall dare . 285 Kate KETCHEM, on a winter's night . . 461

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I love thee, Mary, and thou lovest me 469 | Kissing her hair, I sat against her feet.
I love the

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morning

276 Kneeling fair in the twilight gray
sunshine
I loved thee long and dearly .

281 Kneeling, white-robed, sleepy eyes . 330
I loved them so .

629 Know ye the land where the cypress . 224
I'm a proken-hearted Deutscher... 151

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I met her where - folly was queen of the 666

Laud the first spring daisies .

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I'm growing very old. This

Laws, as we read in ancient sages .
head 575
weary

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I'm sitting on the stile, Mary .

Leaves have their time to fall .

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I'm wearin' awa', Jean ..

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Let me lie down...
In a pioneer's cabin out West . 171

Let me move slowly through the street 567
In Broad Street buildings

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Like the falling of a star

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In his tower sat the poet
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Look up, my young American
In Paestum's ancient fanes I stood. 696

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Love me little, love me long!
In the deepest dearth of midnight 160
In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower 422

MAIDEN! with the meek, brown eyes . . 246

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Man knows not love-such love as .
In the quiet nursery chambers
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In the regular evening meeting ·

Many a voice has echoed the cry
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In the silence of my chamber .

Mary haf got a leetle lambs already .
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In

Maud Muller, on a summer's day .
dense wood full oft a bell .
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I once had a sweet little doll, dear

Maxwelton braes are bonnie.
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I remember, I remember.

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Men of thought be up and stirring

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I rock'd her in the cradle .

Merrily swinging on brier and weed .
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I saw him once before .

Mid pleasures and palaces though we
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Miss Annabel McCarty

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Is it so far from thee.
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I stood one Sunday morning

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Mister Socrates Snooks

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I stood on the bridge at midnight

Mister," the little fellow said
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It must be so—Plato.

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Mrs. Lofty keeps a carriage
It's a bonnie, bonnie warl'
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Muzzer's bought a baby

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It was the time when lilies blow

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My business on the jury's done

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It was many and many a year ago
553 My days pass pleasantly away.

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It was in my foreign travel.
193 My neighbor's house is not so high

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It was six men of Indostan

My sister 'll be down in a minute .
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I've brought back the paper, lawyer 383

My soul to-day .
I've just come in from the meadow, wife 104

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NEEDY knife-grinder!
I've wandered to the village, Tom . 261

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I've worked in the field all day .
139 | Night is the time for rest

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I walk along the crowded streets

No bird-song floated down the hill
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I wandered by the brook side . . 247

No, children, my trips are over .
No sun—no moon! .

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I was sitting in my study
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I will paint her as I see her :

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Not where high towers rear
I would not live alway; I ask not to stay 353

O DEEM not they are blest alone 242
JINGLE, jingle, clear the way

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Of all the rides since the birth of time. 79 Say, there! P'r’aps

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Oh! a wedding ring's pretty to wear .. 685 Scatter the gems of the beautiful
Oh! a wonderful stream is the river 64 Seek me the cave of silver .
Oh, lady fair, these silks of mine

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Servant of God, well done.
Oh! listen to the water-mill.

200 She dwelt among the untrodden ways. 67
Oh! say, can you see .

466 She says, " the cock crows,-hark!". , 37
Oh! the quietest home on earth had I. 687 She stood breast high amid the corn .
Oh! why should the spirit of mortal.. 411 Slowly thy flowing tide

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Old master Brown brought his ferule. 209 Some one has

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O, lonely, exiled one

644 Sometime, when all life's lessons.
O Mary go and call the cattle home . . 392 Somewhat back from the village street. 4
O melancholy bird, the long, long day. 450 Stood the afflicted mother weeping
Once upon a midnight dreary.

158 Summer joys are over .
One day in summer's glow

324 Swiftly walk over the western wave. .
One more unfortunate .

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Sword at my left side gleaming ·

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O no, no-let me lie

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On the cross-beam under the old South 613 TALKING of sects till late one eve ..
O reverend sir, I do declare

548 Tell me not, in mournful numbers.
O Rosamond, thou fair and good 485 Thanks untraced to lips unknown... 4.3
O say, what is that thing called light · 365 That nightee teem he come chop-chop. $:!
O the gallant fisher's life.

205 That you have wronged me
O the snow, the beautiful snow . 443 The Assyrian came down like a wolf 2%
O Thou Eternal One! whose presence 537

The beaver cut his timber...
Our band is few, but true and tried . . . 133 The bells of the church are ringing ·
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting 209 The breaking waves dashed high
Our bugles sang truce .
578 The cold wind swept .

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Our revels now are ended..

325 The conference meeting through at last 34s
Out of the old house, Nancy . .

697 The day is cold, and dark, and dreary.
Over the cradle the mother hung .
689 The day is done

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Over the hill the farm-boy goes . 352 The day is set, the ladies met.
Over the hill to the poor-house . 679 Thee finds me in the garden, Hannah . 110
Over the hills to the poor-house .

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The groves were God's first temples . . 37
Over the river they beckon to me

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The lark sings for joy ...
Over the wooded northern ridge. 605 The lion is the desert's king .

The maid, and thereby hangs a tale!..
Pack clouds, away! and welcome, day! 374 The melancholy days have come .
Pause not to dream of the future before us 619 The melancholy days are come
Peace! let the long procession come

600 The merry, merry lark was up
Pleasant was the journey homeward . 345 The minster window, richly glowing · 356
Pray what do they do at the Springs ? . 95 The minister says last night, says he
Prop yer eyes wide open, Joey . 358 The mountain and the squirrel ....*

Then disorder prevailed, and the tumalt
RATTLE the window, winds ...

414 The night wind with a desolate moaa 497
Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot 318 The night is late, the house is still .. 6
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky .. 387 The pines were dark on Ramoth Hill. 52
River that in silence windest.

220 The quality of mercy is not strained. . 3,7
Robert Rawlin! Frosts were falling 507 There is a lard, of every land the pride 172
Roll on, thou Sun, forever roll . 234 There is a pleasure in the pathless woods ..
Run? Now you bet you .

472 There is no death! The stars go down .

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