146 Nay, wait me here - I'll not be long Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade. Oh, faint, delicious, spring-time violet Oh for one hour of youthful joy Oh, go not yet, my love O good painter, tell me true Oh! heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale Oh! enter not yon shadowy cave Oh, I am dinned with rolling drums Oh, many a leaf will fall to-night. Oh, sad are they who know not love 48 270 72 163 284 Oh, that last day in Lucknow fort Oh! wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the North O Lord, our lives are blank with constant losses One word, dear Lord, where all are dear On Linden when the sun was low O peaceable folk hid under the earth Over the river they beckon to me Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? 451 Peace to all such! But were there one whose fires 228 She is talking æsthetics, the dear clever creature. 199 Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean Tell her, oh, tell her, the lute she left lying That age was older once than now 12 248 178 225 301 224 2 438 The land where truth, pure, precious, and sublime The moon is up, and yet it is not night The morning is cheery, my boys, arouse The muffled drum's sad rolling beat The night is late, the house is still The old Professor taught no more The racing river leaped and ran . There is a green wood where the river runs darkly There is a land, of every land the pride There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream The spearmen heard the bugle sound The stream that hurries by yon fixèd shore 221 385 169 249 37 381 The woods decay, the woods decay and fall This is the spray the bird clung to This sweet child which hath climbed upon my knee 19 80 254 282 298 324 242 35 285 78 415 349 441 353 Though slender walls our hearths divide Thou lingering star, with lessening ray Three fishers went sailing away to the west Three poets, in three distant ages born Thrice at the huts of Fontenoy the English column failed Time goes, you say? Ah no! 'T is not for love of gold I go 'T is not the gray hawk's flight To drum-beat and heart-beat. To him who in the love of Nature holds Touch us gently, Time. 'T was on the night of Michaelmas, the lordly Orloff's heir 'T was on the shores that round our coast. Tread softly! bow the head . Truth cut on high in tablets of hewn stone 'T was at Badajos one evening, one evening in May Underneath this sable hearse Up! friend of the Cossack! fly forth in thy might. Wheer 'asta bean saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän? When Luna drops her pearls of light 449 When maidens such as Hester die 241 When silent time, wi' lightly foot 436 When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces Which I wish to remark 309 93 355 149 377 318 79 198 442 While in a land of flowers Why wouldst thou leave me, O gentle child?. With fingers weary and worn. Word was brought to the Danish king Would you be young again? 180 85 131 You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier You see this pebble-stone? It's a thing I bought INDEX OF AUTHORS REPRESENTED IN THE THREE VOLUMES. Addison, Joseph (England, 1672-1719). I. The Spacious Firmament Aldrich, James (New York, 1810-1856). I. A Death-bed, 107. Aldrich, Thomas Bailey (Boston, Mass., living). III. Song of Fa- Alexander, Cecil Frances (Ireland, living). III. Crossing the Allen, Elizabeth Akers (Portland, Me., living). I. Bringing our Anderson, Alexander (Scotland, living). III. Cuddle Doon, 174. Aytoun, William Edmondstoune (Scotland, 1813-1865). II. The Banim, John (Ireland, 1798–1842). III. Ailleen, 50. Barbauld, Anna Lætitia (England, 1743-1825). I. Life's Good Barnes, William (England, living). III. Not far to Go, 106. The Bayly, Thomas Haynes (England, 1797-1839). III. I'd be a But- Beattie, James (Scotland, 1735-1803). I. The Hermit, 274. Berkeley, George (Ireland, 1684-1753). I. The Old World and the Bernard of Cluny (France, 12th Century). III. A Hymn, 329. Blackie, John Stuart (Scotland, living). III. The Musical Frogs, 302. |