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C. M. V.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
A baby was sleeping, its mother was weeping
A fair little girl sat under a tree
A little cottage
A month, sweet Little ones, is past
A nightingale, that all day long
A simple child
A spirit haunts the year's last hours
A wet sheet and a flowing sea.
Alone I walked the ocean-strand
An axe rang sharply mid those forest shades
An oyster, cast upon the shore
As slow our ship her foamy track
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears
Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf
Behold her, single in the field.
Behold the western evening light.
But are ye sure the news is true?.
By their floating mill.
Child, amidst the flowers at play
Farewell to the woodlands, farewell to the bowers
Far in a wild, unknown to public view
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea
How dear to me the hour when daylight dies
How grand, oh sea, thou lonely sea