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Inkstand . . . Moore 135
Woman . . . .Barry Cornwall 51
Grave? ... Mrs. Hemans 124
What is Life? . . . Neele 189
Woman and Fame . . Mrs. Hemans 272
were new . . . A. A. Watts 274
Youth W. Howitt 48
Ye Mariners of England . Campbell 166
TABLE OF FIRST LINES.
A spirit, golden-haired, upon the side
A light is gone from yonder sky
Among the dwellings framed by birds
Alas! they had been friends in youth
A cloud is on iny heart and brow
Art thou a thing of mortal birth
A beautiful and laughing thing
All as he left it' even the pen .
A perilous life, and sad as life may be
Awake! the starry midnight hour
All night the booming minute gun
Away—away—why dost thou linger here
And thou art dead—as young and fair .
And she was passing from the woods away
And is there sadness in thy dreams, my boy?
A white sail gleaming on the flood
A pilgrim of the harp was he
Ay, moralize on love, and deem
And is there glory from the heavens departed I
Beautiful creature, 1 have been .
Come again! come again!
Couldst thou but know what 'tis to weep . 3I/
Dost thou idly ask to hear .... 259
"Forget thee ?"—If to dream by night, and muse on
I am come back to my bower . . . .3i
I would I were a fairy, as light as falling snows . 36
List, ye who pass by Lyulph's tower . . .63
Like childhood making mirth of age . . .I05
Look on that flower—the daughter of the vale . ISO
Life and thought have gone away . . .I66
Long ago! oh, long ago! . . . .28I
Leave me, oh! leave me!—unto ail below . . 298
Mournfully, sing mournfully .... 308
"My birthday"—what a different sound . .323
Memorial frail of youthful years . . . 326
My mother's grave, my mother's grave . . 35i
O, breathe no more that simple air
O think it not strange that my soul !s shaken
Remember me, when summer friends surround thee . 3i9