| He was the chairman of the Guild | 244 | |
| Hear what Highland Nora said | 159 | |
| Her heart she locked fast in her breast | 209 | |
| Her little feet! ... Beneath us ranged the sea | 59 | |
| Her washing ended with the day | 494 | |
| Here lies my wife: here let her lie! | 368 | |
| Here lieth one, who did not most truly prove | 780 | |
| Here's to the town of New Haven | 949 | |
| Hi! Just you drop that! Stop, I say! | 460 | |
| His eye was stern and wild—his cheek was pale and cold as clay | 450 | |
| History, and nature, too, repeat themselves, they say | 360 | |
| How do the daughters | 533 | |
| "How does the water | 743 | |
| How hard, when those who do not wish | 818 | |
| How old may Philis be, you ask | 332 | |
| How uneasy is his life | 344 | |
| Hyder iddle didle dell | 879 | |
| Hypocrisy will serve as well | 365 | |
| I am | 900 | |
| I am a friar of orders gray | 282 | |
| I am an ancient Jest! | 72 | |
| I come from good old Boston | 949 | |
| I am a hearthrug | 377 | |
| I am a lone, unfeathered chick | 903 | |
| I am numb from world-pain | 380 | |
| I, Angelo, obese, black-garmented | 428 | |
| I asked of Echo, t'other day | 750 | |
| I cannot praise the doctor's eyes | 368 | |
| I cannot sing the old songs | 413 | |
| I cannot tell you how I love | 235 | |
| I couldn't help weeping with delight | 521 | |
| I count it true which sages teach | 413 | |
| I devise to end my days—in a tavern drinking | 834 | |
| I du believe in Freedom's cause | 294 | |
| I do confess, in many a sigh | 86 | |
| I don't go much on religion | 657 | |
| I don't know any greatest treat | 180 | |
| I dreamed a dream next Tuesday week | 853 | |
| I dwells in the Hearth, and I breathes in the Hair | 763 | |
| I gaed to spend a week in Fife | 350 | |
| I hae laid a herring in saut | 216 | |
| I haf von funny leedle poy | 940 | |
| I have a bookcase, which is what | 40 | |
| I have a copper penny and another copper penny | 809 | |
| I have felt the thrill of passion in the poet's mystic book | 32 | |
| I have found out a gig-gig-gift for my fuf-fuf-fair | 822 | |
| I have made me an end of the moods of maidens | 848 | |
| Lest it may more quarrels breed | 279 | |
| Life and the Universe show spontaneity | 315 | |
| Life is a gift that most of us hold dear | 357 | |
| Life would be an easy matter | 57 | |
| Lilies, lilies, white lilies and yellow | 379 | |
| Like to the thundering tone of unspoke speeches | 848 | |
| Little bopeepals | 324 | |
| Little I ask; my wants are few | 238 | |
| Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay | 934 | |
| Little Penelope Socrates | 284 | |
| Lives there a man with a soul so dead | 786 | |
| Long by the willow-trees | 439 | |
| Lord Erskine, at women presuming to rail | 366 | |
| Malbrouck, the prince of commanders | 28 | |
| Man is for woman made | 41 | |
| Many a long, long year ago | 664 | |
| Margarita first possess'd | 176 | |
| Marry, I lent my gossip my mare, to fetch home coals | 807 | |
| Mary had a little lamb | 506 | |
| Matilda Maud Mackenzie frankly hadn't any chin | 395 | |
| May the Babylonish curse | 726 | |
| Men, Dying, make their wills, but wives | 362 | |
| Men once were surnamed for their shape or estate | 804 | |
| 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam | 498 | |
| Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn | 229 | |
| Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa! | 95 | |
| Miss Flora McFlimsey, of Madison Square | 148 | |
| Mr. Finney had a turnip | 847 | |
| My brother Jack was nine in May | 390 | |
| My coachman, in the moonlight there | 359 | |
| My curse upon you venom'd stang | 724 | |
| My dear young friend, whose shining wit | 42 | |
| My feet, they haul me Round the House | 855 | |
| My Heart will break—I'm sure it will | 183 | |
| My lank limp lily, my long lithe lily | 510 | |
| My little dears, who learn to read, pray early, learn to shun | 828 | |
| My Love has sicklied unto Loath | 410 | |
| My Madeline! my Madeline! | 773 | |
| My passion is as mustard strong | 754 | |
| My pipe is lit, my grog is mixed | 342 | |
| My temples throb, my pulses boil | 49 | |
| My William was a soldier, and he says to me, says he | 598 | |
| Mysterious Nothing! how shall I define | 786 | |
| Nay, I cannot come into the garden just now | 188 | |
| "Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going? | 249 | |
| Night sa ss="c57">862 | ||
| Thine eyes, dear ones, dot dot, are like, dash, what? | 824 | |
| This is the tale that was told to me | 680 | |
| Thou art like unto a Flower | 427 | |
| Thou happy, happy elf! | 941 | |
| Thou shall have one God only, who | 261 | |
| Thou who, when fears attack | 732 | |
| Though I met her in the summer, when one's heart lies round at east | 345 | |
| Three children sliding on the ice | 843 | |
| Three score and ten by common calculation | 99 | |
| Tim Turpin he was gravel blind | 795 | |
| 'Tis midnight and the moonbeam sleeps | 411 | |
| 'Tis midnight, and the setting sun | 843 | |
| 'Tis sweet at dewy eve to rove | 450 | |
| 'Tis sweet to roam when morning's light | 878 | |
| To Lake Aghmoogenegamook | 757 | |
| To make this condiment, your poet begs | 93 | |
| The outer senses they are geese | 509 | |
| To see the Kaiser's epitaph | 948 | |
| To Urn, or not to Urn? that is the question | 534 | |
| To you, my purse, and to none other wight | 58 | |
| Tom's album was filled with the pictures of belles | 141 | |
| Trilobite, Graphtolite, Nautilus pie | 324 | |
| "True 'tis a P T, and P T 'tis, 'tis true" | 788 | |
| 'Twas a pretty little maiden | 161 | |
| 'Twas after supper of Norfolk brawn | 884 | |
| 'Twas April when she came to town | 120 | |
| 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves | 869 | |
| 'Twas brussels, and the loose liege | 482 | |
| 'Twas ever thus from childhood's hour! | 469 | |
| 'Twas gilbert. The kchesterton | 437 | |
| 'Twas late, and the gay company was gone | 446 | |
| 'Twas more than a million years ago | 497 | |
| 'Twas on a lofty vase's side | 557 | |
| 'Twas on a windy night | 214 | |
| 'Twas on the shores that round our coast | 632 | |
| 'Twas raw, and chill, and cold outside | 98 | |
| 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house | 935 | |
| 'Twas whispered in heaven, 'twas muttered in hell | 762 | |
| Two gentlemen their appetite had fed | 666 | |
| Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand | 254 | |
| Two old Bachelors were living in one house | 868 | |
| Two webfoot brothers loved a fair | 629 | |
| Two Yankee wags, one summer day | 572 | |
| Tying her bonnet under her chin | 124 | |
| Uncle Simon he | 849 | |
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