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I am this fountain's god. Below
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
I come from haunts of coot and hern
I come, I come! ye have called me long
I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way
I dreampt a dream! What can it mean?
I envy not in any moods
I found a fellow-worker when I deemed I toiled alone

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I grieved for Buonaparte, with a vain
I had a little chamber in the house
I have been in the meadows all the day
I have had playmates, I have had companions
I knew, I knew it could not last
I know not that the men of old
I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend
I lay in sorrow, deep distressed
I learnt to love that England. Very oft
I look'd upon his brow — no sign
I lothe that I dyd love
I love it - I love it, and who shall dare
I love thee! I love thee!
I loved him not; and yet now he is gone
I pray thee love, love me no more .
I prithee, send me back my heart
I sail'd from the Downs in the “Nancy
I saw, but thou could'st not.
I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining
I saw the woods and fields at close of day
I saw thy form in youthful prime
I see a star-eve's firstborn!- in whose train
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers
I sometimes hold it half a sin
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
I wandered by the brookside
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
I was a stricken deer that left the herd
I weep for Adonais - he is dead!
If all the world and love were young :
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song
If he, from heaven that filch'd that living fire
If mine eyes do e'er declare
If one could have that little head of hers
If sometimes in the haunts of men
If that high world, which lies beyond
If thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance
If thou wilt ease thine heart
If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright
I'll gaze no more on her bewitching face
I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock
I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary
I'm wearin' awa', John
In all trade of war no feat
In dim green depths rot ingot-laden ships
In every village mark'd with little spire
In full blown dignity see Wolsey stand
In haste he sent to gather fresh recruits
In little trades more cheats and lying
“In love, if love be love, if love be ours
In lowly dale, fast by a river's side
In that fair clime, the lonely herdsman stretched
In the days o' langsyne, when we carles were young
In the hurry of a fray
In the night she told a story .
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

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John Fletcher

35
Percy Bysshe Shelley

453
Alfred Tennyson

545
Felicia Hemans

458
Percy Bysshe Shelley

443
William Blake

230
Alfred Tennyson

543
A. W. E. O'Shaughnessy 611
William Wordsworth

287
Elizabeth Barrett Browning · 517
Elizabeth Barrett Browning 513
Charles Lamb

347
Thomas Moore

364
Lord Houghton

510
Robert Burns

232
Charles Mackay
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Letitia Elizabeth Landon

497
Sir Thomas Wyatt
Eliza Cook

567
Thomas Hood

490
Walter Savage Landor

354
Michael Drayton

12
Sir John Suckling

71
Charles Dibdin

226
William Shakespeare

43
Thomas Moore

375
William Cowper
Thomas Moore

369
Felicia Hemans
Robert Herrick

75
Alfred Tennyson

542
Robert Browning,

551
George Gordon, Lord Byron. 414
Elizabeth Barrett Browning 514
Elizabeth Barrett Browning 514
Lord Houghton

511
William Wordsworth

265
William Cowper

199
Percy Bysshe Shelley

450
Sir Walter Raleigh

31
William Collins

169
Michael Drayton

14
Abraham Cowley

69
Robert Browning

557
George Gordon, Lord Byron. 429
George Gordon, Lord Byron. 430
Samuel Rogers

253
Thomas Lovell Beddoes

501
Walter Scott

296
Thomas Carew

66
Samuel Lover

484
Lady Dufferin
Caroline Oliphant
Samuel Butler
E. Lee Hamilton

613
William Shenstone

159
Samuel Johnson

157
Lord Lytton

502
Samuel Butler

103
Alfred Tennyson
James Thomson

152
William Wordsworth

276
Robert Gilfillan

527
Sainuel Butler

102
Jean Ingelow

593
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

506
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In yonder grave a Druid lies .

William Collins

172
Inland, within a hollow vale I stood

William Wordsworth

288
Inquirest thou, Oman, wherewithal may I come unto the Lord? Martin Farquhar Tupper

526
Iphigeneia, when she heard her doom

Walter Savage Landor

352
Is there a bard whom Genius fires

John Gay

128
Is there a whim-inspired fool.

Robert Burns

243
Is there for honest poverty

Robert Burns

244
Is this a dagger which I see before me

William Shakespeare

38
It fortifies my soul to know

Arthur Hugh Clough

571
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free

William Wordsworth

287
It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying Elizabeth Barrett Browning 512
It is not growing like a tree

Ben Jonson

7
It is the curse of kings to be attended

William Shakespeare

49
It is the day when he was born

Alfred Tennyson

544
It is the hour when from the boughs

George Gordon, Lord Byron. 406
It is the midnight hour: the beauteous sea

John Wilson

389
It is the miller's daughter .

Alfred Tennyson

532
It must be so — Plato thou reason'st well

Joseph Addison

117
It was a summer evening

Robert Southey

341
It was the calm and silent night!

Alfred Dommett

550
It was the winter wild

John Milton

95
It's we two, it's we two, it's we two for aye

Jean Ingelow

593
I've wandered east, I've wandered west

William Motherwell

483
John Anderson, my jo, John.

Robert Burns .

237
Just for a handful of silver he left us

Robert Browning

555
King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport Leigh Hunt

388
Know, Celia, since thou art so proud

Thomas Carew

67
Know thou this truth, enough for man to know

Alexander Pope

144
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle

George Gordon, Lord Byron. 405
Lady Clara Vere de Vere

Alfred Tennyson

533
Last came Anarchy; he rode

Percy Bysshe Shelley

451
Last night I met mine own true love

A. May F. Robinson

621
Launch thy bark, mariner!

Caroline Bowles (Mrs. Southey) 346
Lay a garland on my hearse

Beaumont and Fletcher

34
Layd in my quiet bed in study as I were

The Earl of Surrey

3
Leave now our streets, and in yon plain behold

George Crabbe

224
Lesbia hath a beaming eye

Thomas Moore

371
Let us go, lassie, go

Robert Tannahill.

330
Life! I know not what thou art.

Mrs. Barbauld
Life of Life! thy lips enkindle

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Like a loose island on the wide
expanse

Hartley Coleridge
Like an island in a river

Philip James Bailey
Like as the culver on the bared bough

Edmund Spenser

23
Little lamb, who made thee?

William Blake

230
Lo, as a dove when up she springs

Alfred Tennyson

542
Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps

Thomas Campbell

361
Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest

William Shakespeare

55
Lo! in the west, fast fades the lingering light

Henry Kirke White

394
Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours

Thomas Gray :

181
Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man

Matthew Arnold.

579
Long time a child, and still a child, when years

Hartley Coleridge

479
Look at me with thy large brown eyes, Philip, my king Dinah Maria Mulock

585
Lord, thou hast given me a cell

Robert Herrick

74
Love banish'd heaven, in earth was held in scorn

Michael Drayton

14
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain

William Shakespeare

55
Love! if Thy destined sacrifice am I

William Cowper .

206
Love in a humor play'd the prodigal

Michael Drayton

14
Love in her sunny eyes does basking play

Abraham Cowley
Love in my bosom, like a bee

Thomas Lodge

29
Love is the happy privilege of the mind

Philip James Bailey

565
Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay!

Lady Norton

507
Love, thou didst see me, light as morning's breath

George Eliot

573
Loving in truth, and fain in verse iny love to show

Sir Phillip Sidney

26
Loyalty is still the same

Sainuel Butler

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Maid of Athens, ere we part .
Maid of my love, sweet Genevieve
Martial, the things that do attain
Mary, I believed thee true
Meanwhile, the adversary of God and man
Memory, hither come
Men are but children of a larger growth
Methought I saw my late espoused saint
Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire! .
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour
Mine be a cot beside the hill
Money that, like the swords of kings
Moon of harvest, herald mild
Mortality behold and fear!
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors
Mourn, helpless Caledonia, mourn.
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold
Must all tradition then be set aside?
My author and disposer, what thou bid'st
My baby is sleeping overhead
My days among the dead are pass'd
My eye, descending from the hill, surveys
My eyes make pictures when they're shut
My Fair, no beauty of thine will last
My good blade carves the casques of men
My hair is gray, but not with years
“My hawk is tired of perch and hood”
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My little love, do you remember
My loved, my honoured, much respected friend!
My mind to me a kingdom is
My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined
My Phillis hath the morning Sun
My silks and fine array
My soul turn from them; --turn we to survey
Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew
Nay, do not think I flatter
Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled
Never any more
Night is the Sabbath of mankind
No coward soul is mine
No man has more contempt than I of breath
No more shall the meads be deck'd with flowers
No, no, fair heretic, it needs must be
No sooner had the Almighty ceased, but all
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea
No, 'tis slander
None are all evil-quickening round his heart
None remember thee! thou whose heart
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
Not far advanced was morning day
Not to know vice at all, and keep true state
Not with more glories, in th' ethereal plain
Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray
Now, fare-thee-well, England: no further I'll roam
Now glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all glories are
Now is the winter of our discontent
Now my co-mates, and brothers in exile
Now nature hangs her mantle green
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger
Now whilst he dreams, o Muses, wind him round!
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room
0, and is all forgot? :
O'blest of Heav'n, whom not the languid songs

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George Gordon, Lord Byron. 435
Samuel Taylor Coleridge . 325
The Earl of Surrey
Thomas Moore

367
John Milton

85
William Blake

229
John Dryden

I13
John Milton
Henry Kirke White

395
William Wordsworth
Samuel Rogers

256
Samuel Butler
Henry Kirke White

394
Francis Beaumont

34
William Shakespeare

47
Tobias Smollett

161
John Keats

477
John Dryden

108
John Milton

83
H. E. H. King

604
Robert Southey

339
Sir John Denham

103
Samuel Taylor Coleridge 325
Alice Meynell

614
Alfred Tennyson

538
George Gordon, Lord Byron. 436
Walter Scott

307
John Keats

474
Owen Meredith

595
Robert Burns

237
Sir Edward Dyer

19
Samuel Taylor Coleridge 329
Sir Edward Dyer

18
William Blake

228
Oliver Goldsmith

191
Joseph Blanco White

346
William Shakespeare

37
Oliver Goldsmith

185
Robert Browning

556
Samuel Butler

102
Emily Brontë.
John Dryden
Thomas Carew

67
Sir John Suckling

72
John Milton

80
Robert Southey

343
William Shakespeare

46
George Gordon, Lord Byron. 421
Lady

Norton
Rev. Charles Wolfe
Walter Scott
Ben Jonson

8
Alexander Pope

132
John Milton

83
Robert Bloomfield

259
Lord Macaulay

492
William Shakespeare

53
William Shakespeare

40
Robert Burns

241
William Wordsworth

290
John Milton
Bryan Waller Procter

400
William Wordsworth

284
William Shakespeare

43
Mark Akenside

161

569

114

508
438
301

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O blithe new-comer! I have heard
“O brightest of my children dear, earth-born”
O Brignall banks are wild and fair
O force of faith! O strength of virtuous will!
O God! methinks it were a happy life
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky
O Happiness! our being's end and aim!
O Hearkener to the loud-clapping shears
O, it is hard to work for God .
O lay thy hand in mine, dear!
O listen, listen, ladies gay!
“O Love, come back, across the weary way"
O! love of loves! — to thy white hand is given
O lovely Mary Donnelly, it's you I love the best!
O lovers' eyes are sharp to see
O Mary, at thy window be
O may I join the choir invisible
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
O now, for ever
O only' Source of all our light and life
O open the door, some pity to show"
O rose! who dares to name thee?
O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn?
O saw you not fair Ines?
O so drowsy! In a daze
“O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South
O, those little, those little blue shoes!
O'thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd
O! thou undaunted daughter of desires
O Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear!
O thou, who sit'st a smiling bride
O Time, who knowest a lenient hand to lay
O unseen Spirit! now a calm divine
O were my love yon lilac fair
O! wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the North
O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
O wild West Wind, thou breath of autumn's being
O world! O life! O time!
O ye wild groves,

O where is now your bloom!
O

yet we trust that somehow good .
O young Lochinvar is come out of the west .
Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers
Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade
Oh! doubt me not -- the season
Oh fair to be, oh sweet to be
Oh, Mary, go and call the cattle home
Oh! may I live exempted (while I live)
Oh, no! we never mention him, his name is never heard
Oh Reader! hast thou ever stood to sec
Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul!
“Oh seek not destin'd evils to divine
Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing :
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom
Oh! that the desert were my dwelling placer
Oh, that those lips had language! Life has passed
Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright.
Oh, thou Parnassus! whom I now survey
Oh! why left I my hame?
Obscurest night involved the sky
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea .
O’er the level plains, where mountains greet me as go
O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain .
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
Of all the thoughts of God that are .
Of all the torments, all the cares
Of comfort no man speak

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William Wordsworth

268
John Keats

469
Walter Scott

309
Robert Southey

337
William Shakespeare

52
Thomas Chatterton

216
Alexander Pope

145
John Keats

467
Frederick William Faber 564
Gerald Massey

586
Walter Scott

297
Philip Bourke Marston 619
Rev. George Croly

383
William Allingham

587
Walter Scott

315
Robert Burns

231
George Eliot

575
Robert Burns

233
John Milton

94
William Shakespeare


Arthur Hugh Clough

576
Walter Scott

314
Elizabeth Barrett Browning 513
Allan Ramsay

127
Thomas Hood

490
Robert Williams Buchanan 607
Alfred Tennyson

540
William Cox Bennett

576
John Milton

81
Richard Crashaw

74
Thomas Moore

378
William Collins

171
William Lisle Bowles

248
John Sterling

505
Robert Burns

246
Lord Macaulay

494
William Knox

437
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley

451
James Beattie

214
Alfred Tennyson

543
Walter Scott

300
Thomas Moore

370
Thomas Moore

367
Thomas Moore

373
Lewis Morris

596
Charles Kingsley

571
William Cowper

196
Thomas Haynes Bayley 485
Robert Southey

339
George Gordon, Lord Byron 415
Walter Savage Landor

349
Samuel Taylor Coleridge .

318
George Gordon, Lord Byron 431
George Gordon, Lord Byron 420
William Cowper .

206
Thomas Moore
George Gordon, Lord Byron

409
Robert Gilfillan
William Cowper
George Gordon, Lord Byron

420
Winthrop Mackworth Praed

500
William Wordsworth

289
Robert Burns.

234
Elizabeth Barrett Browning : 523
William Walsh

IIS
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50

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Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing
Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of Nelson and the North
Of these the false Achitophel was first
Of this fair volume which we world do name
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray
Oft, in the lone church-yard at night I've seen
Oft, in the stilly night
Oft may the spirits of the dead descend
Oft, oft methinks, the while with thee .
Often rebuked, yet always back returning
On either side the river lie.
On foot they came
On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray
On Leven's banks, while free to rove
On Linden when the sun was low
On the

green
On the wide level of a mountain's head
On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood
On those great waters now I am
On what foundation stands the warrior's pride
Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee
Once, in the flight of ages past
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
One day, nigh weary of the irksome way.
One day, one day, our lives shall seem
“One in herself, not rent by schism, but sound
One more unfortunate
One morn a Peri at the gate
One struggle more, and I am free
One word is too often profaned
“Open the temple-gates unto my

loves
Opinion governs all mankind
Or rushing thence, in one diffusive band
Or view the Lord of the unerring bow .
Our bugles sang truce — for the night-cloud had lowered
Our pains are real things, and all
“Out in the meadows the young grass springs
Out of the church she followed them

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William Morris

598
John Milton

77
Thomas Campbell

360
John Dryden

107
William Drummond

16
William Wordsworth

263
Robert Blair
Thomas Moore

379
Samuel Rogers

251
Samuel Taylor Coleridge 325
Emily Brontë.

569
Alfred Tennyson

530
Robert Southey

334
George Gordon, Lord Byron 430
Tobias Smollett

164
Thomas Campbell

361
Charles Lamb

347
Samuel Taylor Coleridge . 327
William Lisle Bowles

248
George Wither

62
Samuel Johnson.

157
William Wordsworth

287
James Montgomery

291
Edmund Spenser

26
Edmund Spenser

20
Lewis Morris

596
John Dryden.

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Thomas Hood

488
Thomas Moore

363
George Gordon, Lord Byron

427
Percy Bysshe Shelley

458
Edmund Spenser

24
Samuel Butler
James Thomson

150
George Gordon, Lord Byron 418
Thomas Campbell

358
Samuel Butler

102
Edmund William Gosse 617
Christina Georgina Rossetti. 591
Algernon Charles Swinburne 600
William Wordsworth

266
John Dryden :

109
William Wordsworth

286
William Drummond

15
Henry Kirke White

391
Thomas Westwood

562
William Blake

229
Abraham Cowley

68
William Shakespeare

39
William Shakespeare

58
William Wordsworth

275
William Wordsworth
James Montgomery

292
Thomas Campbell

355
Philip Bourke Marston 618

103

Pale, beyond porch and portal
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies
Panting and pensive now she ranged alone
Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side
Phæbus, arise!.
Pictured in memory's mellowing glass, how sweet
Piped the blackbird, on the beechwood spray
Piping down the valleys wild
Poet and saint! to thee alone are giv'n
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
Possessions vanish, and opinions change
Praised be the art whose subtle power could stay
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire
Primeval hope, the Aonian muses say
Pure souls that watch above me from afar

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Queen and hun ress, chaste and fair
Rarely, rarely, comest thou
Read in these roses the sad story
Rear thou aloft thy standard. — Spirit, rear
Reas’ning at every step he treads
Red rows the Nith, 'tween bank and brae
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow
"Rest, rest, perturbed Earth!
Rest! this little fountain runs

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thomas Carew
Henry Kirke White
William Cowper .
Allan Cunningham
Oliver Goldsmith
William Wordsworth
Bryan Waller Procter

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