No longer spread the sail! 262 No mistress of the hidden skill ........... 153 Pack clouds away, and welcome day..... 26 Saith the white owl to the martin folk.... 314 The grass hung wet on Rydal banks....... 260 185 See, from this counterfeit of him... 231 179 327 The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair... 150 293 25 The leaves have fallen from the trees.... 268 34 The lift is high and blue... 250 "Come The Lord descended from above 3 317 The Lord my pasture shall prepare 145 The melancholy days are come, the saddest 47 188 88 161 271 125 100 The music-lesson of Koung-tseu the wise... 331 29 328 252 54 327 90 The night was made for cooling shade..... 287 320 297 The pilgrim and stranger, who, through the 28 day 273 The rain has ceased, and in my room...... 283 147 287 230 So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blow- There are in this loud stunning tide....... 178 57 291 Spring, with that nameless pathos in the There is no flock, however watched and 210 311 129 There is not in this wide world a valley so 124 25 102 Still sits the school-house by the road 215 There the most dainty paradise on ground. 9 97 19 There was once a gentle time. 91 338 The rich man's son inherits lands. 224 313 The salt wind blows upon my cheek. 298 137 The sea is calling, calling. 336 Sweet is the scene when virtue dies!... 74 these 52 Sweet-voicéd Hope, thy fine discourse 241 The sky is thick upon the sea.. 287 Sweet was the sound, when oft, at even- The solemn wood had spread.. 255 Sweet wind, fair wind, where have you Tell me not, in mournful numbers 209 my brain. 155 Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind.. Ten years! and to my waking eye 265 That house's form within was rude and 9 The tree of deepest root is found.. 73 311 105 That regal soul I reverence, in whose eyes. 241 The wild November comes at last... 287 17 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold. 125 The bard has sung, God never formed a The wind ahead, the billows high. 240 289 305 201 154 The birds, when winter shades the sky.... 165 They are all gone into the world of light.. 33 17 200 199 223 19 124 189 245 234 145 83 283 325 249 7 75 85 272 334 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. They gave the whole long day to idle 303 none Thine eyes still shone for me, though far.. ...... 40 46 78 100 347 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock 110 63 To him who in the love of Nature holds... 187 69 179 "T was when the wan leaf frae the birk- Twelve years are gone since Matthew Lee. 182 232 276 39 334 Wouldst thou hear what man can say...... 19 Upon the white sea-sand....................................... 184 We count the broken lyres that rest 220 335 We knew it would rain, for all the morn... 283 75 You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's You meaner beauties of the night. You knew, who knew not Astrophel?.. 7 324 13 |