A wet sheet and a flowing sea

Ay, but to die, and go, we know not where
Ay! tear her tattered ensign down

Bankrupt, our pockets inside out
Beautiful! sir, you may say so

Beaver roars hoarse with melting snows
Before the starry threshold of Jove's court
Before thy stem, smooth seas were curled
Behold a silly tender babe

Being asked by an intimate party

Beneath an Indian palm, a girl

Below the bottom of the great abyss.

Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy father
Better trust all, and be deceived

Between the dark and the daylight
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
Birdie, birdie, will you, pet

Blackened and bleeding, helpless, panting, prone

Blow, blow, thou winter wind

Blue crystal vault and elemental fires
Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen

Brave Schill, by death delivered

Break, Fantasy, from thy cave of cloud
Breathe, trumpets, breathe slow notes
Bright flag at yonder tapering mast
Bury the Great Duke

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride

But all our praises, why should lords engross
But are ye sure the news is true?
But fare you weel, auld Nickie-Ben
But for ye speken of such gentilesse
But I wol turn againe to Ariadne

But souls that of his own good life partake
By broad Potomac's silent shore
By Nebo's lonely mountain

Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin
Call me no more

Calm and still light on yon great plain
Captain or Colonel, or Knight in arms.
Child Dyring has ridden him up under öe
Clothed with state, and girt with might
Come away, come away, death
Come into the garden, Maud.
Come on, come on, and where you go

Come on, sir, here's the place: stand still
Come pitie us, all ye who see
Come seeling night

Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged
Come thou who art the wine and wit

Come to Licöo! the sun is riding
Come to the river's reedy shore
Comrades, leave me here a little
Consolers of the solitary hours

Dark fell the night, the watch was set
Dear lady, I a little fear.

Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die

Dear my friend and fellow-student
Deep in the waves is a coral grove

Dinas Emilinn, lament, for the moment is nigh.
Drink to me only with thine eyes

Each care-worn face is but a book
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky
Ever a current of sadness deep

Faintly as tolls the evening chime
Faire Daffodills, we weep to see
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree

Fare thee well! and if forever

Farewell, ye lofty spires

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter

Far have I clambered in my mind
Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Fleet the Tartar's reinless steed

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears
From harmony, from heavenly harmony
From you have I been absent in the spring
Full fathom five thy father lies
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow.
Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried
Full many a glorious morning have I seen

Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn
Give me a spirit that on life's rough sea
Give me my cup, but from the Thespian well
Give me my scallop's shell of quiet
Give place, ye ladies, and begone.
God moves in a mysterious way.
God of science and of light

Goe, happy rose, and interwove
Goldilocks sat on the grass
Go, lovely rose

Go, soul, the body's guest

Grandmother's mother; her age I guess
Great God, greater than greatest.

Great Ocean! strongest of Creation's sons
Gude Lord Græme is to Carlisle gane.

Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings
Hark, how I'll bribe you

Hath this world without me wrought?'

Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss-shay?

Hearken in your ear

He clasps the crag with hooked hands

He is gone - is dust

He is gone on the mountains

He leaves the earth, and says enough

Hence, all you vain delights!

Hence, loathed melancholy!

Hence, vain deluding joys!

Here is the place; right over the hill

Here let us live, and spend away our lives
Here might I pause and bend in reverence
Her eyes the glow-worme lend thee

Her fingers shame the ivory keys

Her finger was so small the ring

Her house is all of echo made

He's a rare man

He's gane! he's gane! he's frae us torn

T. CAREW

J. J. G. WILKINSON

WORDSWORTH

MATTHEW ARNOLD

HERBERT

WOTTON

BYRON.

SHAKSPEARE

BEN JONSON

SHAKSPEARE