which appear to be, either in idea or language, beyond the capacity of one who has gone through the classes of a wellinstructed National School: nor has anything been rejected merely because it might be judged, in point of refinement or beauty, to rise above the common level of persons so educated. If the effect of this publication be but to introduce one purer thought or one higher aspiration into a home weary with toil or dark with care, the object of the compiler will have been answered, and the kindness of those authors and publishers who have consented to this use of their works will have been as well rewarded as it is hereby gratefully acknowledged. 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 PAGE 253 236 296 156 7 162 279 259 244 251 5 73 205 93 224 221 239 291 260 62 193 144 233 J37 72 247 242 150 37 290 281 262 138 73 131 240 |
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