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INDEX OF AUTHORS

Allingham, William

Anonymous

Arnold, Matthew

Beddoes, Thomas Lovell

Blake, William

Browning, Elizabeth Barrett

Browning, Robert

Burns, Robert

Byron, Lord

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Campbell, Thomas

Clough, Arthur Hugh.
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
Coleridge, Sara

Collins, William
Corbet, Richard .

Crashaw, Richard

Davidson, John .
Dobell, Sydney
Field, Eugene
Follen, Eliza Lee
Gale, Norman
Herrick, Robert .
Hogg, James
Hovey, Richard .
Howe, Julia Ward
Howitt, Mary

Howitt, William

Hunt, Leigh

Ingelow, Jean

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21, 29, 91, 93, 139

70, 74, 88

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Jonson, Ben

Keats, John

Kingsley, Charles

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Rands, William Brighty
Read, Thomas Buchanan
Roberts, Theodore
Robertson, W. Graham
Rogers, Samuel

Roscoe, William

Scott, Sir Walter
Shakespeare, William
Shelley, Percy Bysshe .
Stevenson, Robert Louis
Swinburne, Algernon Charles
Taylor, Ann and Jane
Tennyson, Alfred, Lord
Thornbury, G. W.

Wolfe, Charles

Wordsworth, William

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A lofty ship from Salcombe came.

A Robin Redbreast in a cage

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain.
Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me

"All honour to him who shall win the prize"
Angels, thy old friends, there shall greet thee
At early dawn through London you must go
At evening when the lamp is lit

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At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears

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Ay, Oliver! I was but seven, and he was eleven

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Awake, awake, my little boy

Behind him lay the gray Azores

Bird of the wilderness

Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!

Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen

Build me a castle of sand

"Bunches of grapes," says Timothy

Buttercups and daisies

Cold and raw

Come, dear children, let us away

Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste

Come unto these yellow sands

Curly Locks! Curly Locks!

Daffodils

Do you know what the birds say? The sparrow, the

dove

Draw a pail of water

Drummer-boy, drummer-boy, where is your drum

Fair daffodils, we weep to see

Farewell rewards and fairies.

First, April, she with mellow showers

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First came the primrose

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Full fathom five thy father lies

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Genseric, King of the Vandals, who, having laid waste

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"Hadst thou stayed, I must have fled".
Hail to thee, blithe spirit

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How sleep the brave, who sink to rest

Hush a while, my darling, for the long day closes

I am fever'd with the sunset

I am the Cat of Cats. I am

I come from haunts of coot and hern

I'd like now, yet had haply been afraid

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I had a dove, and the sweet dove died

I had a little nut-tree

I have a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep

I like little Pussy, her coat is so warm

I saw a ship a-sailing

I wander'd lonely as a cloud

If there were dreams to sell

In his cool hall, with haggard eyes

In holly hedges starving birds

In marble walls as white as milk

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In the pleasant orchard closes

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan.

It was a black Bunny, with white in its head

It was roses, roses, all the way

January brings the snow

Jenny Wren fell sick

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Lars Porsena of Clusium

Little baby, lay your head

Little Lamb, who made thee?

Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.

Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring

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Mine be a cot beside the hill

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord

My maid Mary she minds the dairy

My soul is an enchanted boat

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Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the North-west died
away

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note

O for the voice of that wild horn

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O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight

O look at the moon

O Mary, go and call the cattle home

O Mother-my-Love, if you'll give me your hand

O, my love is like a red, red rose

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O my true love's a smuggler and sails upon the sea

O, to be in England

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
O young Lochinvar is come out of the West

Often I think of the beautiful town

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Oh England is a pleasant place for them that's rich and

high

On either side the river lie

Once on a time an old red hen

Once there was a little kitty

Over hill, over dale

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Queen and huntress, chaste and fair
Piping down the valleys wild
Pussy-cat Mew jumped over a coal
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Ring-ting! I wish I were a Primrose
Say not the struggle nought availeth
Sea shell, Sea shell

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

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