INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
543 
3PAGB 
My mother had a maid called Barbara. Shakespeare . 143 
My own land 1 my own land ! where freedom finds 
her throne-land. e. Cook . 57 
My slight and slender jasmine-tree. Lord Morpeth . 120 
Next thereunto did grow a goodly tree. Spenser . 
Nine years old ! The first of any. E. B. Browning . 
No, no 1 go not to Lethe, neither twist. Keats . 
Not to myself alone . Anonymous . .. 
Now departs day’s garish light. Anonymous . 
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up. A. Tennyson _ 
Now the lucid tears of May. Mrs. Remans. 
126 
442 
505 
394 
276 
162 
426 
Of all flowers. Beaumont & Fletcher. 
Of all the months that fill the year. L. E. London. 
O glad triumphal bough. Tasso . 
Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green. C. Dickens . 
Oh 1 bring me one sweet orange-bough. Mrs. Remans . 
Oh ! falsely they accuse me. Colder Campbell . 
Oh ! fragrant dwellers of the lea... .. Mary Howard . 
Oh ! plant them above me, the soft and bright. ...L.E. London . 
Oh rose ! who dares to name thee ?. E. B. Browning . 
Oh ! the heart that once truly loves, never forgets.. Thos. Moore . 
Oh, the merry day has pleasant hours. Willis . 
Oh waning moon, that with diminished horn. A. E. Starr _ 
Oh were my love yon lily fair. Burns . 
Oh, we will go a-Maying, love. John Ingram . 
0 lady, twine no wreath for me. Sir W. Scott . 
O melon-scentcd lily. j. //. Reynolds . 
One day, young frolic Cupid tried . Anonymous . 
One morning in the blossoming May. AnonymouKl. .. 
On Christmas eve the bells were rung. Hoffman . 
Open afresh your round of starry-folds. Keats .. 
Orphan hours, the year is dead. Shelley ... 
O reader ! hast thou ever stood to see. Southey . 
O river side. Caldi-r Campbell . 
Or they might watch the quoit pitchers, intent_ Keats . 
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end .. .... George Herbert . 
Our sweet autumnal western-scented wind . Brainard... . 
156 
33 
152 
178 
128 
180 
27 
106 
281 
150 
537 
407 
176 
56 
189 
166 
352 
453 
198 
159 
316 
202 
212 
69 
539 
115 
Pale flower—pale, fragile, faded flower. Mrs. Whitman . 329 
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies. Wordsivorlh . 138 
Pleasant beneath this burning sky of June . William Sawyer . 125 
Pretty firstling of the year. Barry Cornwall . 527 
Pride of the garden, the beauties, the regal. Anonymous . 147 
Primroses. M. E. Lee . 67 
Reader 1 what soul that loves a verse can see. Leigh Bunt, 
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