How many now are dead to me.. How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits.. 218 261 384 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 know thou hast gone to the house of thy rest 423 I lay me down to sleep 407 I leaned out of window, I smelt the white clover... 108 I love (and have some cause to love) the earth. 356 In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow lands.. 62 I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he "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.... 15 Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown "Live while you live!" the epicure would say.. Lochiel! Lochiel! beware of the day. 217 369 76 170 My ear-rings! my ear-rings! they've dropped into the well 124 My friend, thou sighest for thy golden prime.. 354 Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are !.. 70 INDEX. Oh, blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers Oh, river far flowing.. 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 Once, upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary One more unfortunate One sweetly solemn thought O pale with want and still despair. One time I was allowed to steer.. One year among the angels, beloved, thou hast been On parent knees, a naked new-born child On the door you will not enter..... O Saviour, whose mercy, severe in its kindness.... Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered O little feet! that such long years 447 PAGE 88 18 288 73 81 253 163 410 205 379 428 238 132 365 438 177 376 378 334 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. PAGE 230 29 38 89 25 The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know.. 361 The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year. 26 Though the mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small. 234 There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream... 241 The time for toil has passed, and night has come 373 This isle and house are mine, and I have vowed. 110 Thou art gone to the grave-but we will not deplore thee.. 423 178 Unhappy White! when life was in its spring.. 268 259 We are growing old-how the thought will rise 351 We count the broken lyres that rest... 1 We watched her breathing through the night 283 We will not weep: for God is standing by us.. 368 What constitutes a State? 86 What is death? 't is to be free... 411 What might it be that glance could paint?. When marshaled on the nightly plain.. 345 317 109 431 249 189 118 160 208 366 349 261 38 231 327 274 75 311 4C3 When the radiant morn of creation broke.. 5 210 While History's Muse the memorial was keeping. |