Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
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- O babbling Spring, than glass more clear
- O bear him where the rain can fall
- O blessed Dead! beyond all earthly pains
- O bonnie bird, that in the brake, exultant, dost prepare thee
- O brothers, who must ache and stoop
- O Child of Nations, giant-limbed
- Och! the Coronation! what celebration
- O Deep of Heaven, ’t is thou alone art boundless
- O’Driscoll drove with a song
- O d’ you hear the seas complainin’, and complainin’, whilst it ’s rainin’?
- Of all the thoughts of God that are
- Of all the wives as e’er you know
- Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing
- O, for the times which were
- O friend, like some cold wind to-day
- Often rebuk’d, yet always back returning
- Oh, aged Time! how far, and long
- Oh, Bisham Banks are fresh and fair
- Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet
- Oh, England is a pleasant place for them that ’s rich and high
- Oh, fill me flagons full and fair
- Oh! had you eyes, but eyes that move
- Oh, happy, happy maid
- Oh, it is hard to work for God
- Oh, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I
- Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, it ’s you I love the best!
- Oh, many a leaf will fall to-night
- O hour of all hours, the most blest upon earth
- Oh! that we two were Maying
- Oh, there ’s mony a gate eawt ov eawr teawn-end
- Oh, to be in England now that April ’s there
- Oh, wha hae ye brought us hame now, my brave lord
- Oh! where do fairies hide their heads
- Oh! wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the north
- Oh! why left I my hame?
- Oh, ye wild waves, shoreward dashing
- Old England’s sons are English yet
- Old things need not be therefore true
- O Life! that mystery that no man knows
- O long ago, when Faeryland
- O Lord of heaven, and earth, and sea!
- O lords! O rulers of the nation!
- O Lord, thy wing outspread
- O love, if you were here
- O love! thou makest all things even
- O love, what hours were thine and mine
- O Mary, go and call the cattle home
- O may I join the choir invisible
- O! Meäry, when the zun went down
- O monstrous, dead, unprofitable world
- O mother, mother, I swept the hearth, I set his chair and the white board spread
- O My Dark Rosaleen
- On a starr’d night Prince Lucifer uprose
- On Bellosguardo, when the year was young
- On Calais Sands the gray began
- Once, from the parapet of gems and glow
- Once in a golden hour
- Once ye were happy, once by many a shore
- One asked of Regret
- One face alone, one face alone
- One moment the boy, as he wander’d by night
- One more unfortunate
- One only rose our village maiden wore
- On gossamer nights when the moon is low
- On Helen’s heart the day were night!
- Only a touch, and nothing more
- On me and on my children!
- On other fields and other scenes the morn
- On shores of Sicily a shape of Greece!
- On through the Libyan sand
- O Paradise, O Paradise
- O pensive, tender maid, downcast and shy
- Ope your doors and take me in
- O saw ye not fair Ines?
- O shepherds! take my crook from me
- O singer of the field and fold
- O somewhere, somewhere, God unknown
- O sons of men, that toil, and love with tears!
- O thou that cleavest heaven
- O thou to whom, athwart the perished days
- O unhatch’d Bird, so high preferr’d
- Our bark is on the waters: wide around
- Our England’s heart is sound as oak
- Our little babe
- Our little bird in his full day of health
- Our night repast was ended: quietness
- Ours all are marble halls
- Out from the City’s dust and roar
- Out of the frozen earth below
- Out of the golden remote wild west where the sea without shore is
- Out of the uttermost ridge of dusk, where the dark and the day are mingled
- Out of this town there riseth a high hill
- Outside the village, by the public road
- Over his millions Death has lawful power
- Over the sea our galleys went
- O wanderer in the southern weather
- Owd Pinder were a rackless foo
- O when the half-light weaves
- O where do you go, and what’s your will
- O Wind of the Mountain, Wind of the Mountain, hear!
- O wind, thou hast thy kingdom in the trees
- O youth whose hope is high
- Pardon the faults in me
- Passing feet pause, as they pass
- Passion the fathomless spring, and words the precipitate waters
- Peace! what do tears avail?
- Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes
- Play me a march, low-ton’d and slow
- Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem
- Plunged in night, I sit alone
- Poets are singing the whole world over
- Poor old pilgrim Misery
- Poor wither’d rose and dry
- Princess of pretty pets
- Proud and lowly, beggar and lord
- Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak
- Quick gleam, that ridest on the gossamer!
- Rachel, the beautiful (as she was call’d)
- Reign on, majestic Ville Marie!
- Remain, ah not in youth alone
- Remember me when I am gone away
- Rest here, at last
- Rhaicos was born amid the hills wherefrom
- Riches I hold in light esteem
- Ride on! ride on in majesty!
- Righ Shemus he has gone to France, and left his crown behind
- Rise! Sleep no more! ’T is a noble morn
- Rise up, my song! stretch forth thy wings and fly
- Roll on, and with thy rolling crust
- Round the cape of a sudden came the sea
- Row me o’er the strait, Douglas Gordon
- Sad is my lot; among the shining spheres
- Sad is our youth, for it is ever going
- Say, did his sisters wonder what could Joseph see
- Say, fair maids, maying
- Schelynlaw Tower is fair on the brae
- Sea-birds are asleep
- Seamen three! what men be ye?
- Seeds with wings, between earth and sky
- Seek not the tree of silkiest bark
- Seems not our breathing light?
- See what a lovely shell
- Set in this stormy Northern sea
- Seven weeks of sea, and twice seven days of storm
- Shakespeare, thy legacy of peerless song
- Shall mine eyes behold thy glory, O my country?
- Shall we not weary in the windless days
- She dared not wait my coming, and shall look
- She gave her life to love. She never knew
- She has a beauty of her own
- She has a primrose at her breast
- She is not fair to outward view
- She is not yet, but he whose ear
- She leads me on through storm and calm
- She lived where the mountains go down to the sea
- She passes in her beauty bright
- She sat and wept beside His feet; the weight
- She sat beside the mountain springs
- She sits beneath the elder-tree
- She stands, a thousand-wintered tree
- She stood breast high amid the corn
- She turn’d the fair page with her fairer hand
- She wanders in the April woods
- She wore a wreath of roses
- Ship, to the roadstead rolled
- Should I long that dark were fair?
- Siccine separat amara mors?
- Sigh his name into the night
- Silence. A while ago
- Sing, I pray, a little song
- Sing the song of wave-worn Coogee, Coogee in the distance white
- Sister Simplicitie
- Sit down, sad soul, and count
- Sleep that like the couched dove
- So, Freedom, thy great quarrel may we serve
- So I arm thee for the final night
- So long he rode he drew anigh
- Some clerks aver that as the tree doth fall
- Some years ago, ere time and taste
- So sweet love seem’d that April morn
- Soulless, colorless strain, thy words are the words of wisdom
- So when the old delight is born anew
- Spare all who yield; alas, that we must pierce
- Speak, quiet lips, and utter forth my fate
- Speed on, speed on, good master!
- Spirit of Spring, thy coverlet of snow
- Spirit of Twilight, through your folded wings
- Spring it is cheery
- Spring, summer, autumn, winter
- Stand close around, ye Stygian set
- Standing on tiptoe ever since my youth
- Still farther would I fly, my child
- Still more, still more: I feel the demon move
- Stop, mortal! Here thy brother lies
- Summer dieth:—o’er his bier
- Sunset and evening star
- Surrounded by unnumber’d foes
- Sweet and low, sweet and low
- Sweetest sweets that time hath rifled
- Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers
- Sweet singer of the Spring, when the new world
- Take as gold this old tradition
- Take back into thy bosom, earth
- Take back your suit
- Take me, Mother Earth, to thy cold breast
- Take the world as it is!—there are good and bad in it
- Tears for my lady dead
- Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean
- Tell me not of morrows, sweet
- Tell me now in what hidden way is
- Tell me, what is a poet’s thought?
- Tell me, ye winged winds
- Thaisa fair, under the cold sea lying
- Tha ’rt welcome, little bonny brid
- That ’s my last Duchess painted on the wall
- That was a brave old epoch
- The ancient memories buried lie
- The auld wife sat at her ivied door
- The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
- The baron hath the landward park, the fisher hath the sea
- The Barons bold on Runnymede
- The bay is set with ashy sails
- The bees about the Linden-tree
- The bird’s song, the sun, and the wind
- The blessed damozel lean’d out
- The Books say well, my Brothers! each man’s life
- The breaths of kissing night and day
- The broken moon lay in the autumn sky
- The buds awake at touch of Spring
- The Bulbul wail’d, “Oh, Rose! all night I sing
- The butterfly from flower to flower
- The Chancellor mused as he nibbled his pen
- The changing guests, each in a different mood
- The characters of great and small
- The chime of a bell of gold
- The churchyard leans to the sea with its dead
- The commissioner bet me a pony—I won
- The crab, the bullace, and the sloe
- The crimson leafage fires the lawn
- The curtain on the grouping dancers falls
- The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept
- The day was lingering in the pale northwest
- The dead abide with us! Though stark and cold
- The doors are shut, the windows fast
- The dreamy rhymer’s measur’d snore
- The dule ’s i’ this bonnet o’ mine
- The East was crowned with snow-cold bloom
- The fair varieties of earth
- The flame-wing’d seraph spake a word
- The fray began at the middle-gate
- The frost will bite us soon
- The gray sea and the long black land
- The great soft downy snow storm like a cloak
- The ground I walk’d on felt like air
- The hollow sea-shell, which for years hath stood
- The Iris was yellow, the moon was pale
- The irresponsive silence of the land
- The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal’s chair!
- The King with all his kingly train
- The ladies of St. James’s
- The ladies rose. I held the door
- The Lady of the Hills with crimes untold
- The lake comes throbbing in with voice of pain
- The lark above our heads doth know
- The last of England! O’er the sea, my dear
- The linnet in the rocky dells
- The lover of child Marjory
- The loves that doubted, the loves that dissembled
- The men of learning say she must
- The merry-go-round, the merry-go-round, the merry-go-round at Fowey!
- The mighty Minstrel breathes no longer
- The monument outlasting bronze
- The moon-white waters wash and leap
- The moorland waste lay hushed in the dusk of the second day
- The Mother of the Muses, we are taught
- The mother will not turn, who thinks she hears
- The mountain sheep are sweeter
- The music had the heat of blood
- The Musmee has brown velvet eyes
- The nest is built, the song hath ceas’d
- The night has a thousand eyes
- The Northern Lights are flashing
- Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge
- Theocritus! Theocritus! ah, thou hadst pleasant dreams
- The odor of a rose: light of a star
- The old mayor climb’d the belfry tower
- The old men sat with hats pull’d down
- The orb I like is not the one
- The play is done—the curtain drops
- The Poem of the Universe
- The Poet stood in the sombre town
- The point is turned; the twilight shadow fills
- The poplars and the ancient elms
- The pouring music, soft and strong
- The primrwose in the sheäde do blow
- There be the greyhounds! lo’k! an’ there ’s the heäre!
- There came a soul to the gate of Heaven
- The red tiled towers of the old Château
- There falls with every wedding chime
- There is a book, who runs may read
- There is a flower I wish to wear
- There is a green hill far away
- There is an Isle beyond our ken
- There is a safe and secret place
- There is a singing in the summer air
- There is a soul above the soul of each
- There is a stream, I name not its name, lest inquisitive tourist
- There is delight in singing, though none hear
- There is no land like England
- There is no laughter in the natural world