The naturalists say that these singular creatures... 469
The night wind with a desolate moan swept by...
The one remains, the many change and pass.
The opal-hued and many perfumed morn....
The other boats, the yawl and pinnace, had...
The path by which we twain did go...
The pines were dark on Ramoth's hill..
The pledge of friendship! it is still divine..
The quality of mercy is not strained....
The reason I call it "Baby's Day"...
The rose has been washed, just washed.
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new..
The same year calls and one goes hence..
There is no flock, however watched and tended... 198
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet... 103
There is a land, of every land the pride....... 383
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods...
There's a good time coming, boys.....
There's a prim one-horse hearse in a jolly
There sunk rhe greatest nor the worst of men..... 530
There was once a little man and his rod....
There were three maidens who loved a king.
There went three kings into the East
They are dying! they are dying!.....
They carried pie to the parson's house..
They come! the merry months of beauty.
They grew in beauty side by side.
They sin who tell us love can die..