INDEX OF FIRST LINES PAGE A barking sound the shepherd hears A chieftain to the Highlands bound. A country life is sweet A fox, in life's extreme decay. A perilous life, and sad as life may be A wonder stranger ne'er was known 248 246 31 171 41 301 276 124 76 329 165 19 20 32 159 Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise 70 PAGE Did you hear of the curate who mounted his mare Faintly as tolls the evening chime 304 81 Fair daffodils, we weep to see . 207 Full fathom five thy father lies 57 Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many a rhyme. 149 I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy 74 38 Lady Alice was sitting in her bower window. Laid in my quiet bed in study as I were PAGE 220 339 Mary-Ann was alone with her baby in arms 30 My banks they are furnished with bees Napoleon's banners at Boulogne. 118 341 178 No stir in the air, no stir in the sea. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger 'Now, woman, why without your veil?' O Mary, go and call the cattle home O listen, listen, ladies gay 0 say what is that thing called Light O sing unto my roundelay O then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you Oh, hear a pensive prisoner's prayer Oh, to be in England. Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter 23 100 2 2 296 55 82 126 239 261 26 273 262 13 116 · 88 127 On the green banks of Shannon when Sheelah was nigh. Once on a time a rustic dame 292 264 243 147 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and Our bugles sang truce, for the night cloud had lower'd See the Kitten on the wall. Seven daughter had Lord Archibald Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king, The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold The cock is crowing 25 The crafty Nix, more false than fair 196 The fox and the cat, as they travell'd one day 251 The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor. 108 122 away' The stream was as smooth as glass, we said, 'Arise and let's The summer and autumn had been so wet The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing 84 133 190 There was a jovial beggar The Wildgrave winds his bugle horn There came a ghost to Margaret's door. There came a man, making his hasty moan There was a little boy and a little girl There was an old woman, as I've heard tell. There was three kings into the East. There were three jovial Welshmen 200 224 187 131 339 338 27 337 There's that old hag Moll Brown, look, see, just past |