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Anne Lynch Botta[edit]
- To (Within these leafless trees)
- To (I do not ask if an illustrious name) II
- To (Give me but the energy) III
- To (This life is to thee like a region enchanted) IV
- To (In the noble army of Reform) V
- To (The brilliant west is glowing) VI
- To (Upon the sea of life) VII
- To (Thou dost not dwell in this dark world of ours) VIII
- To (They may talk of the eloquence famous in story) IX
- To (Like the river's current rapid) X
Anne Brontë[edit]
- To ------ (I will not mourn thee, lovely one)
George Gordon Byron[edit]
Edmund Cartwright[edit]
- To ------ (Chained to the oar and hopeless of reprieve)
Roderick J. Flanagan[edit]
- To——————— (Farewell to thee, that bliss farewell)
- To * * * * (When from the moulding hand complete)
- To * * * * * * (Those radiant eyes of brightest glow)
John Keats[edit]
Letitia Elizabeth Landon[edit]
- To ——— (Oh! say not, that I love not nature's face)
Sidney Lanier[edit]
- To —— (The Day was dying; his breath)
Ewart Alan Mackintosh[edit]
- To (You have destroyed my early loves)
Edgar Allan Poe[edit]
- To —— (The bowers whereat, in dreams)
- To —— (I heed not that my earthly lot)
- To —— (I saw thee on thy bridal day)
- To —— (Should my early life seem)
- To —— (Sleep on, sleep on, another hour)
- To —— —— (Not long ago, the writer of these lines)
Epes Sergent[edit]
Percy Bysshe Shelley[edit]
- To —— (I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden)
- To —— (Music, when soft voices die)
- To: —— (Oh! there are spirits of the air)
- To —— (One word is too often profaned)
- To —— (When passion's trance is overpast)
- To —— (Yet look on me—take not thine eyes away)
William Robert Spencer[edit]
- To —— (Too late I stayed—forgive the crime)
Robert Louis Stevenson[edit]
- To —— (I knew thee strong and quiet like the hills)
Alfred Tennyson[edit]
- To ——— (Clear-headed friend, whose joyful scorn)
Frances Auretta Fuller Victor[edit]
- To — (Had I not known all that the heart can tell)
Metta Victoria Fuller Victor[edit]
- To — (The whole of this June day replete with roses.)
William Wordsworth[edit]
- To (From the dark chambers of dejection freed)