It was a summer’s evening, 117

 It was our war-ship Clampherdown, 154

 It was the schooner Hesperus, 138

 It was the time when lilies blow, 72

 I wandered lonely as a cloud, 82

 John Anderson, my jo, John, 274

 King Francis was a hearty king and loved a royal sport, 184

 Krinken was a little child, 162

 Lars Porsena of Clusium, 193

 Lead kindly light, amid th’ encircling gloom, 224

 Let dogs delight to bark and bite, 4

 Life!  I know not what thou art, 299

 Little drops of water, 5

 Little orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay, 54

 Little white lily, 10

“Make way for liberty!” he cried, 296

 Maxwelton braes are bonnie, 226

 Merrily swinging on brier and weed, 44

 Methought I heard a butterfly, 42

 ’Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, 220

 Mine be a cot beside the hill, 272

 My country ’tis of thee, 228

 My fairest child, I have no song to give you, 21

 My good blade carves the casques of men, 253

 My heart leaps up when I behold, 28

 My little Maedchen found one day, 149

 My mind to me a kingdom is, 286

 My soul is sailing through the sea, 219

 Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, 326

 Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes, 4

 No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, 145

 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 176

 Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are, 179

 O, a dainty plant is the ivy green, 59

 O Captain! my Captain, our fearful trip is done, 57

 Of all the woodland creatures, 60

 Oft in the stilly night, 266

 Oh where! and oh where! is your Highland laddie gone, 20

 Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, 103

 Old Grimes is dead; that good old man, 47

“O Mary, go and call the cattle home, 271

 O, may I join the choir invisible, 303

 Once a dream did wave a shade, 116

 Once there was a little boy, 19

 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, 289

 On Linden, when the sun was low, 134

 On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, 326

 Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass, 160

 Over the hill the farm-boy goes, 90

 O! say can you see, by the dawn’s early light, 31

 O why should the spirit of mortal be proud, 323

 Pussy can sit by the fire and sing, 8

 Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, 126

 Said the wind to the moon, “I will blow you out,” 111

 Sail on, sail on, O Ship of State, 227