Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling... 213 Here let me rest amid the bearded grass... 144 Here lies our sovereign Lord the King... 315 Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear. 262 Here she was wont to go! and here! ...... 401 Her eyes the glowworm lend thee. 253 Here you will find a more refreshing air... 437 He sat in silence on the ground 85 467 5 32 60 393 239 88 95 He that has sailed upon the dark blue sea 271 205 271 466 237 249 305 ΙΟΥ 511 63 49 52 155 141 1 372 It is the hush of night, and all between...... 50 It's hame, and it's hame, hame fain wad I be 232 How? What? Mine ears 435 How wonderful is Death 164 Husband, husband, cease your strife. 335 Hush! tread softly, Cain 431 I am fading from you 137 I am monarch of all I survey 483 264 I am this fountain's god; below. 406 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers I can no more hold parley with impatience I charm thy life 505 I travelled on, seeing the hill where lay... 471 It was a dismal and a fearful night 460 It was a' for our rightfu' king 169 I come! I come! ye have called me long... 513 Idly, rajah, dost thou reason thus. 18 146 169 It was the winter wild I do beseech you..... 366 294 312 I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way 165 If we had not weighty cause 385 I had a dream, which was not all a dream 502 I have a boy sent by the gods I have found peace in the bright earth. 138 I have had playmates, I have had companions I have watched thee It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground. It was roses, roses all the way. 287 212 472 322 I've often wished that I had clear came into this house?. John Anderson, my jo, John... John Gilpin was a citizen. Just where the parting bough's light sha- Know then thyself, presume not God to scan Page 456 261 329 26 94 264 Let other monarchs 404 Let others seek for empty joys 132 Let vanity adorn the marble tomb. 104 91 270 44 Like the first living leaf of some shed tree... 241 468 310 272 Long years!-It tries the thrilling frame to In a saft simmer gloamin'. 516 bear. 499 Look how the flower, which lingeringly doth fade. 307 360 In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed... 267 In vain sedate reflections we would make... 324 In vain you tell your parting lover.. Lo! on the eastern summit, clad in gray... 122 Lo! the Dawn. 517 Love built a stately house, where Fortune 257 Love had he found in huts where poor men lie 110 Love in my bosom, like a bee 250 I prithee send me back my heart. 256 Love is eternal 443 I really take it very kind 347 Love-laden from the lighted west 277 I remember 46 Love still a boy, and oft a wanton, is Love still has something of the sea 304 257 Madam,-A stranger's purpose in these lays 484 "Make way for Liberty!" he cried Many a vanished year and age 61 55 Page 71 273 The sun rises bright in France. 232 39 106 170 40 This battle fares like to the morning's war 375 257 392 399 65 This rare tablet doth include 187 This royal throne of kings, this sceptred 83 Then slept he for what space The north-east spends his rage; he now shut up 47 17 517 This way the noise was, if mine ear be true 408 Thou gentle look, that didst my soul beguile 311 Though the day of my destiny s over......... 266 Thou lingering star, with lessening ray...... 293 Thou more than most sweet glove ......... 249 Thou whose spell can raise the dead......... 504 Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies 285 Thrice happy souls, to whom the prize is given Through yon same bending plain "Thus I wind myself 281' ............ 406 Thus passeth yere by yere, and day by day Thus, thus begin the yearly rites Thy banks were bonnie, Yarrow stream. Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright... 267 Till, like a clock worn out with beating time 92 Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back... 395 Time rolls his ceaseless cou se Time's a hand s breadth; 'tis a tale Tired Nature's sweet restorer-balmy Sleep 95 "I is but a night, a long and moonless night! 96 "Tis merry in greenwood, thus runs the 'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no stream.. 226 There went an incense through the land one night 'Tis not antiquity nor author 316 71 "Tis not restraint or liberty 316 The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new... 293 The rose is weeping for her love... 272 'Tis sung in ancient minstrelsy Tis the last rose of summer 264 230 The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er 90 These our actors 366 The setting sun 415 To draw no envy, Shakspeare, on thy name 279 To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign 22 Toll for the brave! To men of other minds my fancy flies 209 22 96 The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie 510 The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning To my true king I offered free from stain... 132 To thee, fair Freedom, I retire 211 To the old, long life and treasure 97 198 The songster on the bough 294 Tread softly, bow the head 139 Trelawny's hand, which held'st the sacred 314 Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky 115 95 Turn, gentle Hermit of the dale.. 207 32 276 Tyrrel, spur onward! we must not await... 450 'Twas All-Souls Eve, and Surrey's heart The sun is warm, the sky is clear 298 beat high 217 |