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The boy stood on the burning deck, 22
The breaking waves dashed high, 229
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, 306
The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night, 39
The gingham dog and the calico cat, 18
The God of Music dwelleth out of doors, 275
The harp that once through Tara's halls, 287
The nautilus and the ammonite, 188
The old mayor climb'd the belfry tower, 277
The Owl and the Pussy Cat went to sea, 15
The quality of mercy is not strained, 300
There came a youth upon the earth, 171
There came to port last Sunday night, 152
There lay upon the ocean's shore, 148
There was a sound of revelry by night, 177
There was never a Queen like Balkis, 7
There were three kings into the East, 83
There were three sailors of Bristol City, 41
The splendour falls on castle walls, 66
The stately homes of England, 192
The summer and autumn had been so wet, 166
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, 136
The world is too much with us; late and soon, 304
The year's at the spring, 6
Thirty days hath September, 7
This is the ship of pearl which, poets feign, 122
This was the noblest Roman of them all, 301
'Tis the last rose of summer, 225
T'other day as I was twining, 234
Traveller, pluck a stem of moly, 233
Triumphal arch that fills the sky, 53
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, 29
Twinkle, twinkle little star, 6

Under a spreading chestnut tree, 25
Up from the meadows rich with corn, 96
Up from the South at break of day, 68

Way down upon de Swanee ribber, 137
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower, 94
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, 92
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town, 13
We were crowded in the cabin, 23
Whatever brawls disturb the street, 20
What is so rare as a day in June, 217
What is the voice I hear, 335
What was he doing, the great god Pan, 275
When cats run home and light is come, 40
When earth's last picture is painted, 285
When George the Third was reigning, a hundred years ago, 236