INDEX OF TITLES Abraham Davenport, 42. Alec Yeaton's Son, 220. Auld Robin Gray, 35. Ballad, 154. Ballad of Oriana, 223. Battle of Agincourt, The, 207. Blind Boy, The, 29. Boy's Song, A, 9. Break, Break, Break, 87. Brook, The, 54. Bugle Song, 152. Indian Summer, 217. Burial of Sir John Moore at Co- Infant Joy, 5. runna, 204. Jean, 37. Jenny Kissed Me, 157. King of Denmark's Ride, The, 164. La Belle Dame Sans Mercy, 196. Lamb, The, 91. Land of Story Books, The, 102. Lass of Lochroyan, The, 133. Destruction of Sennacherib, The, Like Crusoe, walking by the Lonely 66. Dianeme, To, 62. Discoverer of the North Cape, The, Lucasta, To, 138. Strand, 47. Nora's Vow, 74. Northern Star, The, 46. tree," 138. Song, "Who is the baby that doth Ode on the Morning of Christ's Song of Marion's Men, 47. Nativity, 182. Old Ironsides, 73. "Old, Old Song," The, 207. On a Favorite Cat, drowned in a On first looking into Chapman's Spring Lilt, A, 104. Telling the Bees, 212. To a Child of Quality, 63. Passionate Shepherd to his Love, To a Waterfowl, 37. The, 65. To Dianeme, 62. To Lucasta, on going to the Wars, True Beauty, The, 62. Village Blacksmith, The, 49. Wandering Knight's Song, The, 198. Waterfowl, To a, 37. Wreck of the Hesperus, The, 19. Young Lochinvar, 14. INDEX OF FIRST LINES A chieftain to the Highlands bound, 7. Allen-a-dale has no fagot for burning, 153. Behold her, single in the field, 2. Burly, dozing humble-bee, 215. Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast, 160. 66 Come forth!" my catbird calls to me, 30. Come live with me and be my love, 65. Come unto these yellow sands, 86. Faintly as tolls the evening chime, 106. Fair stood the wind for France, 207. For the tender beech and the sapling oak, 71. Full fathom five thy father lies, 24. Go, lovely rose, 144. Good-by, good-by to summer, 146. Grandmother's mother: her age, I guess, 158. Hail to thee, blithe spirit, 139. Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, 203. Here is the place; right over the hill, 212. How sleep the Brave who sink to rest, 16. I come from haunts of coot and hern, 54. I'm growing old; I've sixty years, 39. I saw him once before, 155. It fell about the Martinmas, 82. It is an ancient Mariner, 109. It was a' for our rightfu' King, 81. It was many and many a year ago, 172. Jenny kissed me when we met, 157. Like Crusoe, walking by the lonely strand, 47. Little lamb, who made thee, 91. Lords, knights, and 'squires, the numerous band, 63. Maxwelton braes are bonnie, 222. Merrily swinging on brier and weed, 51. Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, 200. My heart is wasted with my woe, 223. My ornaments are arms, 198. INDEX OF FIRST LINES Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 204. Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, 37. Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, 17. Oh, heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale, 56. Oh, say what is that thing called Light, 29. Oh, to be in England, 145. Oh, who will shoe my bonny foot, 133. Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, 14. On Linden, when the sun was low, 202. Othere, the old sea-captain, 178. Our band is few, but true and tried, 47. Proud Maisie is in the wood, 64. Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, 23. She dwelt among the untrodden ways, 59. She moved through the garden in glory, because, 162. Tell me not (sweet) I am unkind, 138. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, 66. The cock is crowing, 219. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, 147. The king sits in Dunfermline toun, 67. The merry, merry lark was up and singing, 104. The Northern Star, 46. The pines were dark on Ramoth hill, 11. There came a youth upon the earth, 173. 243 |