INDEX. Oh, blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers Oh that those lips had language! Life has passed.. Oh! weep for Moncontour! Oh! weep for the hour O Mary, go and call the cattle home......... Once, upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary One sweetly solemn thought O pale with want and still despair.. One time I was allowed to steer... One year among the angels, beloved, thou hast been On parent knees, a naked new-born child On the door you will not enter. O Saviour, whose mercy, severe in its kindness.... O thou eternal One! whose presence bright Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered O little feet! that such long years. O where shall we follow thee, Saviour beloved. Our Lord is risen from the dead P. Palms of glory, raiment bright R. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky River, river! little river! Room, gentle flowers! my child would pass to heaven.. S. Saviour, when in dust to Thee. See, before us in our journey broods a mist upon the ground See, where the crest of the long promontory Shall I fear, O earth, thy bosom.... She walks in beauty like the night Side by side we are still, though a shadow Sing them upon the sunny hills Sleep, love, sleep Slowly ravel, threads of doom.. Still thirteen years! 'tis Autumn now Strive yet do I not promise Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright.. 447 PAGE 88 18 288 73 81 253 163 410 205 379 428 238 132 365 438 177 376 378 334 423 344 341 364 346 321 235 300 336 318 125 387 197 102 28 425 183 278 303 347 262 414 237 T. Tell me not in mournful numbers The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold.. The banners of the world are each upon that wild blue wave,-. The breaking waves dashed high..... The bud is in the bough, and the leaf is in the bud The curfew tolls the knell of parting day The dawn went up the sky.... There is no flock, however well attended There sat an old man on a rock.... The day is done, and the darkness.. The lady she sits at her window... The little gate was reached at last. The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know.. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year...... 26 Though the mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small. 234 236 270 214 241 24 228 402 359 373 406 312 201 110 93 371 423 178 57 258 168 235 85 There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream.. The sea sings the song of the ages The shattered water plashes down the ledge. The spacious firmament on high.. 'The splendor falls on castle walls. The time for toil has passed, and night has come The toil is very long, and I am tired. The winds that once the Argo bore. They sat and combed their beautiful hair.. This isle and house are mine, and I have vowed.. This is the arsenal. From floor to ceiling.. This is the ship of pearl which poets feign. This was the ruler of the land Thou art gone to the grave-but we will not deplore thee. Though the day of my destiny 's over... To bear, to nurse, to rear To claim the Arctic came the sun............ Two seas amid the night... Two voices are there-one is of the sea. PAGE 230 29 U. Unhappy White! when life was in its spring.. Upon the white sea-sand... 3S 89 25 283 330 3 94 297 167 415 49 199 302 364 268 259 W. We are growing old--how the thought will rise We count the broken lyres that rest.... What is death? 't is to be free.. What might it be that glance could paint?.. When another life is added When I consider how my life is spent.... When I was born When marshaled on the nightly plain. Why should we faint and fear to live alone Wild sparkling rage inflamed the Father's eyes. Within this awful volume lies. Without haste! without rest!.. With what clear guile of gracious love enticed! Y. Ye banks and braes, and streams around Ye mariners of England.... Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song. Yes, faith is a goodly anchor.... Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling.. 449 PAGE 421 351 1 283 368 86 411 345 317 109 431 249 189 118 160 208 366 349 261 28 231 327 274 75 350 340 391 383 372 397 159 84 390 304 32 52 263 193 |