Love has sicklied unto Loath 410
My Madeline! my Madeline! 773
My passion is as mustard strong 754
My pipe is lit, my grog is mixed 342
My temples throb, my pulses boil 49
My William was a soldier, and he says to me, says he 598
Mysterious Nothing! how shall I define 786
Nay, I cannot come into the garden just now 188
"Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going? 249
Night saw the crew like pedlars with their packs 841
No fault in women, to refuse 166
No longer, O scholars, shall Platus 826
No sun--no moon! 792
No usual words can bear the woe I feel 379
Nothing to do but work 358
Now Jake looked up--it was time to sup, and the buckets was
yet to fill 421
Now the Widow Mcgee 165
O cool in the summer is salad 436
"O Crikey, Bill!" she ses to me, she ses 400
O for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers! 781
O, if my love offended me 184
O lady wake!--the azure moon 886
O mickle yeuks the keckle doup 384
O my earliest love, who, ere I number'd 116
O nymph with the nicest of noses 544
O precious code, volume, tome 825
O reverend sir, I do declare 195
O say, have you seen at the willows so green 921
O Season supposed of all free flowers 527
O the quietest home on earth had I 720
O thou wha in the heavens dost dwell 272
O what harper could worthily harp it 64
O'er the men of Ethiopia she would pour her cornucopia 160
Of all life's plagues I recommend to no man 76
Of all the girls that are so smart