INDE X. A. PAGE 79 408 191 357 186 314 98 155 34 And whence, then, came these goodly stones 'twas Israel's pride to raise! 361 And where is he? Not by the side. 282 An empty sky, a world of heather 220 An old man sat on a rock. 214 388 415 233 240 219 118 64 109 353 53 248 426 A chieftain to the Highlands bound. A little river with its rock-laid banks. And thou art dead, as young and fair And thou hast walked about (how strange a story)! A poor way-faring man of grief.. As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean.. As I look from the isle o'er its billows of green.... As life's unending column pours As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay. As o'er the cold sepulchral stone A soldier of the legion lay dying in Algiers. As to the distant moon.... As yestermorn my years have flown away At midnight, in his guarded tent... At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still A year uncalendared; for what.. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead.. B. Between the dark and the daylight Beyond these chilling winds and gloomy skies. Bound upon the accursed tree Break, break, break.. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!. Bright flag at yonder tapering mast! Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of blisse.. C. Careless seems the great avenger; history's pages but record.. 157 192 171 422 328 214 326 90 360 33 234 307 Come from my First-ay, come Come, gentle sleep, attend thy suppliant's prayer. Come hither, thou beautiful rover..... Come in the evening, or come in the morning Come into the garden, Maud...... Come, take our boy, and we will go.. Come to me, dearest, I'm lonely without thee.... Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas. Daughter of Jove! relentless power. Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the East Dear Lilian, all I wished is won.. Dies Iræ! Dies Illa). Do not crouch to-day, and worship.. D. G. Give, as the morning that flows out of heaven God of the thunder! from whose cloudy seat Go, forget me! why should sorrow Go, leave me, priest; my soul would be Go, lovely rose Grand rough old Martin Luther..... PAGE 239 238 107 113 110 174 115 137 310 42 262 269 434 436 58 123 432 226 180 412 169 127 208 343 181 420 388 36 96 276 369 374 336 121 231 30 128 380 399 375 INDEX. H. Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! Half a league, half a league Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star Hear the sledges with the bells He came a beauteous vision! He is gone on the mountain. Here once my step was quickened Her hands are cold, her face is white.. High hopes that burn like stars sublime Hope of those that have none other How many now are dead to me How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits.. I. I am far from my hame, an' I'm weary often whiles I arise from dreams of thee I asked the heavens: What foe to God hath done..... I bring forth showers for the thirsting flowers I cannot find thee! Still on restless pine I cannot make him dead.... I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be I do not own an inch of land If I had thought thou couldst have died. I fill this cup to one made up... If in the silence of this lonely eve. If thou wert by my side, my love I gazed down life's dim labyrinth. I have ships that went to sea.. I know not whence it rises I know thou hast gone to the house of thy rest I lay me down to sleep I leaned out of window, I smelt the white clover I love (and have some cause to love) the earth.. I mourn no more my vanished years.. In all the land, range up, range down. In the silent midnight watches In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow lands.. I read how, in Gethsemane I saw her once-so freshly fair.. I saw him last on this terrace proud.. I saw him once before...... "Is it come !" they said on the border of the Nile I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he I think that look of Christ might seem to say.. It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying. 445 PAGE 14 10 40 22 280 172 299 305 400 224 340 215 261 384 96 409 106 329 7 361 272 377 389 298 101 308 176 185 394 67 423 407 108 356 315 119 342 62 383 335 203 82 227 ~~ 68 315 291 Leaves have their time to fall Life! we've been long together Light, everlastingly one, dwell above with the One Everlasting. Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown M. Maiden with the meek brown eyes Martha, thy maiden foot is still so light Methinks it is good to be here.. Morn on the waters !--and purple and bright My love, my chosen-but not mine! I send N. Nigh to a grave that was newly made Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note Not as all other women are ........ to the well Nothing resting in its own completeness.. Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are!...... 0. O'er wayward children wouldst thon hold firm rule.. Of all the myriad moods of mind. Of all the thoughts of God that are O for the peace which flows as a river PAGE 416 323 129 105 97 152 280 422 237 162 16 15 217 369 76 170 194 309 370 148 385 206 124 354 232 116 236 296 404 74 103 348 70 396 216 294 430 212 |
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