How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits.. 261 384 96 I. I am far from my hame, an' I'm weary often whiles 409 106 I asked the heavens: What foe to God hath done.. 329 I bring forth showers for the thirsting flowers 7 I cannot find thee! Still on restless pine.. 367 I mourn no more my vanished years. I saw him once before.. I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he I cannot make him dead...... I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be I do not own an inch of land If I had thought thou couldst have died. I fill this cup to one made up... If in the silence of this lonely eve.. If thou wert by my side, my love I gazed down life's dim labyrinth. I have ships that went to sea I know not whence it rises I know thou hast gone to the house of thy rest I lay me down to sleep I leaned out of window, I smelt the white clover I love (and have some cause to love) the earth.. In all the land, range up, range down.. In the silent midnight watches....... In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow lands... Into the silent land! I read how, in Gethsemane I saw her once-so freshly fair.. I saw him last on this terrace proud. "Is it come !" they said on the border of the Nile I think that look of Christ might seem to say..... It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying... Light, everlastingly one, dwell above with the One Everlasting. 237 162 16 Likeness of heaven.... Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown "Live while you live!" the epicure would say.. Lochiel! Lochiel! beware of the day. 15 217 369 76 170 Maiden with the meek brown eyes M. Many a year is in its grave Martha, thy maiden foot is still so light Maud Muller, on a summer's day Methinks it is good to be here.... Morn on the waters !--and purple and bright My ear-rings! my ear-rings! they've dropped into the well My friend, thou sighest for thy golden prime.. My genial spirits fail My love, my chosen-but not mine! I send N. 194 309 370 148 385 206 124 354 232 116 236 Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are !. INDEX. Oh, blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers Oh, river far flowing.. 447 PAGE 88 18 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......... 288 73 81 Once, upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary 253 163 One year among the angels, beloved, thou hast been 428 On parent knees, a naked new-born child 238 On the door you will not enter..... 132 O Saviour, whose mercy, severe in its kindness.. 365 438 Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered 177 O little feet! that such long years 376 O where shall we follow thee, Saviour beloved. Room, gentle flowers! my child would pass to heaven.. 300 S. Saviour, when in dust to Thee. 336 See, before us in our journey broods a mist upon the ground 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..... The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! PAGE 230 89 25 283 330 3 94 297 167 415 49 199 302 364 26 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...... Though the mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small. 234 There are no shadows where there is no sun.. 236 There is no flock, however well attended 270 There sat an old man on a rock........ 214 There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream.. 241 The scene was more beautiful far to my eye.... The time for toil has passed, and night has come This isle and house are mine, and I have vowed. Thou art gone to the grave-but we will not deplore thee. Two voices are there-one is of the sea....... 85 U. Unhappy White! when life was in its spring.. We watched her breathing through the night Vital spark of heavenly flame. W. We are growing old-how the thought will rise 421 419 351 1 283 368 86 What is death? 't is to be free... 411 345 317 109 431 249 189 118 160 208 366 349 261 28 231 What might it be that glance could paint?.. Whene'er I recollect the happy time When I consider how my life is spent.... When marshaled on the nightly plain. When the radiant morn of creation broke. Yes, faith is a goodly anchor. Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling.. 304 32 52 263 193 |