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- “Gather around me, children dear; by Robert Service
- “Gawaine, Gawaine, what look ye for to see, by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- “Get up, our Anna dear, from the weary spinning-wheel; by Sir Samuel Ferguson
- “Give me my bow,” said Robin Hood, by Eugene Field
- “Give me my daily bread. by Robert Service
- “Give me of your bark, O Birch-Tree! by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- “Give the engines room, by Vachel Lindsay
- “Give us Rain, Rain,” said the bean and the pea, by Robert Graves
- “Go tell it”—What a Message— by Emily Dickinson
- “Go travelling with us!” by Emily Dickinson
- “Go,” said the star to its light: by George Parsons Lathrop
- “Good morrow, my lord!” in the sky alone by George MacDonald
- “Good-bye,” I said to my conscience— by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- “Good-morning; good-morning!” the General said by Siegfried Sassoon
- “Grant, Lord, her prayer, and let her go; by George MacDonald
- “Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful world, by William Brighty Rands
- “Grotesque!” we said, the moment we espied him, by Archibald Lampman
- “Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither’s postit tae me? by Robert Service
- “Hail Mary, full of grace,” the Angel saith. by Joyce Kilmer
- “Hallo, hallo!” impatiently he cried, by John Freeman
- “Halt! Who goes there?” the sentry’s call by Andrew Barton ‘Banjo’ Paterson
- “Hark ye, hark to the winding horn; by Henry Newbolt
- “Have a care!” the bailiffs cried by Bret Harte
- “He is mad as a hare, poor fellow, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- “He leapt to arms unbidden, by Henry Newbolt
- “He’d never seen so many dead before.” by Siegfried Sassoon
- “Hear’st thou that sound upon the window pane?” by George MacDonald
- “Heaven” has different Signs—to me— by Emily Dickinson
- “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! by Emily Dickinson
- “Heavenly Father”—take to thee by Emily Dickinson
- “Here the hangman stops his cart: by A. E. Housman
- “Hey, rose, just born by Sidney Lanier
- “Hope” is the thing with feathers— by Emily Dickinson
- “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— by Emily Dickinson
- “How good God is to me,” he said; by Robert Service
- “How many times and oft” has the sweet, sweet word been sung in by Madge Morris Wagner
- “How shall I be a poet? by Lewis Carroll
- “How shall we honor the man who creates?” by George Parsons Lathrop
- “How, how,” he said. “Friend Chang,” I said, by Vachel Lindsay
- “Hullo, Alice!” by Amy Lowell
- “Hullo, young Jones! with your tie so gay by Robert Service
- “I am but clay,” the sinner plead, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- “I belt the morn with ribboned mist; by Madison Cawein
- “I do beseech thee, God, show me thy face.” by George MacDonald
- “I don’t care,” we hear it oft by Madge Morris Wagner
- “I don’t pretend I’m clever,” he remarked, “or very wise,” by Alice Duer Miller
- “I have not sought Thee, I have not found Thee, by Christina Rossetti
- “I know what you’re going to say,” she said, by Alice Duer Miller
- “I know where the timid fawn abides by William Cullen Bryant
- “I saw a sky of stars that rolled in grime. by Sidney Lanier
- “I thought your search was over.”—”So I thought.”— by Christina Rossetti
- “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— by Emily Dickinson
- “I was with Grant”—the stranger said; by Bret Harte
- “I will gain a fortune,” the young man cried; by John L. Stoddard
- “I would not have,” he said, by Emma Lazarus
- “I’ll do the old dump in a day,” by Robert Service
- “I’ll tell you how the leaves came down,” by Susan Coolidge
- “I’m going, Billy, old fellow. Hist, lad! Don’t make any noise. by Robert Service
- “I’m of my game,” the golfer said, by Andrew Lang
- “I’m taking pen in hand this night, and hard it is for me; by Robert Service
- “If God is Art, then what do we make by C. Dale Young
- “If I could set the moon upon by Vachel Lindsay
- “If I sit in the dust by George MacDonald
- “If life were caught by a clarionet, by Sidney Lanier
- “If thou wilt hold my silver hair, by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- “If you repent,” the Parson said,” by Robert Service
- “If you’ll busk you as a bride by Christina Rossetti
- “In such a night—” she laid the book aside, by Amy Lowell
- “Is my team ploughing, by A. E. Housman
- “Is that the Three-and-Twentieth, Strabo mine, by Robert Graves
- “It comes about that the drifiting of these curtains by Wallace Stevens
- “It is a lie, a damned, infernal lie!” by Amy Lowell
- “It is life to die,” the muse has sung, by Madge Morris Wagner
- “It’s narrow, narrow, make your bed, by Andrew Lang
- “It’s queer,” she said; “I see the light by Dorothy Parker
- “Jessie, Jessie Cameron, by Christina Rossetti
- “Just the place for a Snark!” the Bellman cried, by Lewis Carroll
- “kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,prostitute. by E. E. Cummings
- “La musique,” says Marmontel, in those “Contes by Edgar Allan Poe
- “Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another— by John Betjeman
- “Let’s make him a sailor,” said Father, by Robert Service
- “Lethe” in my flower, by Emily Dickinson
- “Light! more light! the shadows deepen, by Frances E. W. Harper
- “Lincoln?— by Witter Bynner
- “Little by little,” an acorn said, by Anonymous
- “Little one, who straight hast come by George MacDonald
- “Lo I, the man who erst the Muse did ask by Robert Southey
- “Lord God of Hosts,” the people pray, by Robert Service
- “Lord, and what shall this man do?” by John Keble
- “Lord, in Thy field I work all day, by John Keble
- “Lose and love” is love’s first art; by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey
- “Love brought Me down; and cannot love make thee by Christina Rossetti
- “Love Supreme,” JA-A-Z train, by James A. Emanuel
- “Make a song, father, a new little song, by Robert Graves
- “Mary, Mary, quite contrary, by Don Marquis
- “Maurine, Maurine, ’tis ten o’clock! arise, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- “May be true what I had heard, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
- “Me too, perchance, in future days, by William Cowper
- “Miss Rosemary,” I dourly said, by Robert Service
- “Morning”—means “Milking”—to the Farmer— by Emily Dickinson
