INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE A barking sound the shepherd hears Ah, County Guy! the hour is nigh Ah, God, for a man with heart, head, hand A king lived long ago Alas for them! their day is o'er. Alas! what boots the long, laborious quest All things that are All thoughts, all passions, all delights. A man prepared against all ills to come A mist was driving down the British Channel And here the hermit sat and told his beads WORDSWORTH SCOTT 'COLERIDGE LOWELL W. ALLINGHAM LONGFELLOW 326 158 274 122 270 442 198 73 237 198 158 502 224 PERCY'S RELIQUES. 352 Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints whose bones MILTON TENNYSON COWLEY 219 17 35 32 471 99 82 83 H. H. BROWNELL 502 MATTHEW ROYDON 268 HERRICK 87 LONGFELLOW. 239 CAMPBELL 45 COLERIDGE (Trans.) 195 H. H. 202 195 72 129 A wet sheet and a flowing sea Ay, but to die, and go, we know not where Bankrupt, our pockets inside out Beaver roars hoarse with melting snows Being asked by an intimate party Beneath an Indian palm, a girl Below the bottom of the great abyss. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy father Between the dark and the daylight Blackened and bleeding, helpless, panting, prone Blow, blow, thou winter wind Blue crystal vault and elemental fires Brave Schill, by death delivered Break, Fantasy, from thy cave of cloud Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride But all our praises, why should lords engross But souls that of his own good life partake Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin Calm and still light on yon great plain Come on, sir, here's the place: stand still Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged Come to Licöo! the sun is riding Dark fell the night, the watch was set Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die Dear my friend and fellow-student Dinas Emilinn, lament, for the moment is nigh. Each care-worn face is but a book Faintly as tolls the evening chime Fare thee well! and if forever Farewell, ye lofty spires Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter Far have I clambered in my mind Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn Goe, happy rose, and interwove Go, soul, the body's guest Grandmother's mother; her age I guess Great Ocean! strongest of Creation's sons Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings Hath this world without me wrought?' Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss-shay? Hearken in your ear He clasps the crag with hooked hands He is gone - is dust He is gone on the mountains He leaves the earth, and says enough Hence, all you vain delights! Hence, loathed melancholy! Hence, vain deluding joys! Here is the place; right over the hill Here let us live, and spend away our lives Her fingers shame the ivory keys Her finger was so small the ring Her house is all of echo made He's a rare man He's gane! he's gane! he's frae us torn T. CAREW 446 J. J. G. WILKINSON 509 WORDSWORTH 42 MATTHEW ARNOLD 471 HERBERT 95 WOTTON 146 BYRON. 21 SHAKSPEARE 160 BEN JONSON 87 SHAKSPEARE 73 COLLINS MILTON SHAKSPEARE |