Wilt thou have pipe and reed, Thou hast no need of us, Thou hast thy mighty herds, In the deep rivers ; And the whole plumy flight, Up at the gates of light, When with the jacinth Coy fountains are tress'd; And for the mournful bird Green woods are dress'd, That did for Tereus pine; Then shall our songs be thine, To whom our hearts incline: MAY, be thou blest! INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Across the waves, away and far, Again the flowers we loved to twine, Ah there! and comest thou thus again, Alas! I am an orphan boy, And is then glory from the heavens departed? And thou hast walk'd about-how strange a story, And wilt thou weep when I am low? Are other eyes beguiling, love? Art thou a thing of mortal birth? Ask'st thou my home?-my pathway wouldst thou know, Awake, my love! ere morning's ray, Beautiful and radiant May, Beautiful and radiant girl, Bird of the free and fearless wing, Britannia rules the waves, By all the bright saints in the Missal of Love, Castle-Oban is lost in the darkness of night, Clouds gather'd o'er the dark-blue sky, Death rode, the moon-deserted stars on high, grave, Edith! ten years are number'd since the day, Fair as two lilies from one stem, which spring, Endless, ever-sounding sea, Fair images of sleep, Fare thee well!-'Tis meet we part, Farewell-a long farewell to thee, Fill the goblet again, for I never before, "Forget thee!" if to dream by night, and muse on thee by day, Fleeting and falling, . Fresh clad from heaven in robes of white, From the deep waters to the deep-blue skies, Green bloom thy groves, sweet Seaton Vale, Hark! heard ye not that deep, appalling sound? Hark to the merry gossip of the spring, Harp of the winds! What music may compare, He was a lonely and neglected child, Here in a little cave, . Here's a health to thee, Mary, Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie! Here's a hearty health to thee, His foot's in the stirrup, His was a harp just fit to form, Hope rules a land for ever green, How beautiful upon the wave, PAGE 107 342 185 22 280 301 393 323 48 387 264 256 239 How happily-how happily the flowers die away, How mournfully this burial-ground, How strange and wild these sounds are!-oh! 'tis sweet Hurrah! along the foaming tide, If ever you should come to Modena, If I had thought thou couldst have died, In Egypt's centre, when the world was young, I thought I saw the palace domes of Tyre, I climb'd the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn, I have had playmates, I have had companions, I like that ring, that ancient ring, I look'd upon his brow-no sign, I lookit east-I lookit west, I miss thee from my side, I never cast a flower away, I never was a favourite, I pass'd the cot but yesterday, I remember, I remember, I saw two clouds at morning, It was a stream in Thessaly, the banks I wish I was where Anna lies, Last of a high and noble name, Lay by the harp, sing not that song, 243 128 376 167 108 123 179 134 192 392 229 105 337 180 380 88 68 58 219 164 50 241 124 103 66 158 327 395 277 36 My baby! my poor little one I thou'st come a winter flower, My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains, Never! I will not know another home, No chair he hath, the awful pedagogue, 131 381 100 207 70 306 204 199 148 299 73 76 55 Index of First Lines. 399 Not a drum was heard-not a funeral note, Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are, O thou, by whose expressive art, Of love and sorrow 'tis a peerless tale, Oh, glorious is that morning sky, Oh, I have been thy lover long, Oh, joyously, triumphantly, sweet sounds! ye swell and float, Oh, leave the lily on its stem, Oh! lost to faith, to peace, to heaven, Oh! my love's like the steadfast sun, Oh no, we never speak of her, Oh, shame to thee, land of the Gaul, Oh! wild enchanting horn, 350 Sleep-and while slumber weighs thine eyelids down, 232 heaven-tinted Rhone, 226 315 193 The shore was reef'd with rocks, whose rugged sides, The abbot arose and closed his book, The castle clock had toll'd midnight, The Christmas light is burning bright, The hills all glow'd with a festive light, The laverock loves the dewy night, The masters of the earth have died, The midnight star above her glows, The mountain breeze profusely flings, The pilgrim fathers-where are they? The summer sea now darkly sleeps, The sun breaks through the snow-white haze, The sun of the morning look'd forth from his throne, The tale I tell was told me long ago, The wallflower, the wallflower, The watchman stood upon the topmost tower, The water roll'd-the water swell'd, The waves are all at rest on yon river's shining breast 268 344 77 The evening star rose beauteously above the fading day, 78 25 208 329 113 375 80 383 142 35 14 228 260 211 176 394 44 242 295 37 308 Though ages long have pass'd, 276 Though short thy span, yet Heaven's unsearch'd decrees, 67 'Tis done! and shivering in the gale, 117 Triumphal arch that fill'st the sky, 174 'Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours, 203 'Twas a May morning, and the joyous sun, 52 'Twas in the prime of summer time, 27 "Twas not when early flowers were springing, Turn, lady, from the faithless flame, Upon the winds, upon the waves, 41 21 217 What hid'st thou in thy treasure caves and cells? When Jove had encircled our planet with light, When the tree of life is budding first When thou at eventide art roaming, White bud! that in meek beauty so dost lean, Who sleeps below?-who sleeps below? Whose imp art thou, with dimpled cheek, 291 304 374 89 83 When those eyes have forgotten the smile they wear now, 47 252 131 360 389 Why do I weep?-to leave the vine, Why hast thou bound around, with silver rim, With what unknown delight the mother smiled, 213 III 244 332 358 PRINTED BY BALLANTYNE, HANSON AND CO. |