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The pansy and the violet here. Drayton . 42 
The rose I sing sprung from no earthly mould . ..Mss F. M. Caulkins... 313 
The rose o’er crag or vale. Anonymous . 100 
The snowdrop ! ’tis an English flower. Wordsworth . 20 
The snowdrop, winter’s timid child. Mrs. Robinson . 24 
The snowdrop is the herald of the flowers. Westwood . 19 
The spring is come, the violet’s gone. Lord Byron . 41 
The stormy March is come at last. W. C. Bryant . 410 
The stream with languid murmur creeps. Coleridge . 75 
The summer-time has come again.. R. II. Stoddard . 458 
The sun declines, his parting ray. Mrs. Hunter . 65 
The sunlight falls on hill and dale. W. P. Palmer . 287 
The sun stepped down from his golden throne_ O. W. Holmes . 164 
The Tulip called to the Eglantine. Anonymous .. 462 
The virgin lilies in their white. Cowley . 161 
The wallflower -the wallflower... Moir . 84 
The water-lilies that glide so pale. L. E. London . 161 
The withered leaves, trembling, love . Ella Ingram . 195 
The young maid stole through the cottage door_ Anonymous . 12 
Their groves of sweet myrtle let foreign lands 
reckon. Burns . 119 
Then on th’ unwholesome earth he gasping lies... Addison . 48 
There are flowers round about me... Anonymous ., 
There are that loves the shades of life. Langhorne . 
There grew a little flower once. Hood . 
There is a flower whose modest eye. Anonymous ., 
There is a little modest flower.................... Anonymous 
There is a Reaper whose name is Death. II. W. Longfellow . 484 
There is a tongue in every leaf. Anonymous . 337 
There is a willow grove aslant the brook. Shakespeare . 143 
There, lovely bee-bird I mayst thou rove. Charlotte Smith . 127 
There, said a stripling, pointing with much prid e.. Wordsworth . 432 
They were gathered for a bridal. Sarah L. P. Smith.... 387 
This little flower from afar. j n. Lowell . 11 
Those evening clouds, that setting ray. Sir W. Scott . 497 
Those few pale autumn flowers !. Caroline Southey . 474 
Thou art to all lost love the best. Herrick.. •.. 144 
Thou bearest flowers within Thy hand. Dora Greenwell . 162 
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew. W. C. Bryant . 274 
Thou first-born of the year’s delight.. Keble.. . 21 
flhou Giver of all earthly good . Anonymous . 447 
Thou lingerest, Spring, still wintry is the scene.. .Southey . 449 
Though no more the musing ear. Southey . 294 
Though severed from its nalive clime. . . Martin . 157 
Time was when thy golden chain of flowers. Anonymous . 209 
’Tis Christmas eve,—full plain. C. T. Brooks . 307 
’Tis holy time. The evening shade. Geo. D. Prentice . 385 
’Tis sung in ancient minstrelsy. Wordsworth . 154 
Tis sweet to love in childhood. Eliza Cook . 52 
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