BUCHANAN. The collected edition of his poetical works (he is also well known as a novelist), comprises Ballads and Poems of Life; London Lyrics, 1866; Sonnets; Political Mystics; and a long Ossianic poem, the Book of Orm.

BRIDGES. Poems, 1873.

Gosse. Madrigals, Songs, and Sonnets, 1870; On Viol and Flute, 1873; King Erik, a drama, 1876; New Poems, 1879.

MARZIALS. The Gallery of Pigeons, 1873.

BEATTY.

To my Lady, 1878; Three Women of the People, 1881; Marcia, a tragedy.

LANG. Ballads and Lyrics of Old France, 1872; the Prince of Omur, and other poems, 1880; XXII Ballades in Blue China, 1880; XXII and X, 1881; Helen of Troy, 1882.

DAVIES. Songs of a Wayfarer, 1869; the Shepherd's Garden, 1873.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

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A bird sang sweet and strong

252

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !)
Above yon sombre swell of land..
A despot gazed on sunset clouds

61

135

133

Ah, Marian mine! the face you look on now

64

All thoughts, all passions, all delights..
Although I enter not..

A man there came, whence none could tell.
And thou art dead! as young and fair ..............

A place in thy memory, Dearest!.
A Poppy grows upon the shore....
Arise, my slumbering soul! arise!
As a twig trembles which a bird

19

182

264

80

141

307

143

233

Beautiful Things of Old! why are ye gone for ever.

150

Before I trust my fate to thee

261

Before our Lady came on earth

Beloved the last! beloved the most!

Beneath the poplars o'er the sacred pool..........

Beneath this starry arch

Bird of the wilderness!

Blessed Hours! approach her gently

Blue gulf all around us

Bonnie Bessie Lee had a face fu' o' smiles

Bring the bright garlands hither!..
Burly, dozing Humble-Bee!

By a kirk-yard yett I stood..

Cold blows the wind against the hill

Come in the evening, or come in the morning..
Come, my tan-faced children!...
Come to me in my dreams, and say

291

197

214

309

Come to me, O ye children!

161

Come up from the fields, Father! here's a letter
Could you not drink her gaze like wine?...

219

268

Day and night my thoughts incline

259

Day Stars! that ope your frownless eyes to twinkle
Dear Love! I have not ask'd you yet................

55

292

First time he kiss'd me, he but only kiss'd

191

Flowers! winter flowers! The child is dead.

57

From the Desert I come to thee....
Fu' ripe, ripe, was her rosy lip

Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell
God makes sech nights, all white an' still
Go from me! Yet I feel that I shall stand
Golden-bill! Golden-bill!..
Good-night! I have to say good-night.
Go where the water glideth gently ever.
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!.
Hark! ah, the Nightingale!....
Hear the sledges with the bells!.
Helen! thy beauty is to me.....

He loves not well whose love is bold..
Here in this leafy place...

Here is the place: right over the hill
Here she lieth, white and chill....
Hesperus! hail! thy winking light

Ho, pretty Page with the dimpled chin!

Ho, sailor of the sea!.

Hour after hour departs

How joyously the young Sea-Mew
How many summers, Love!

How many times do I love thee? Dear!
Hush, the homeless baby's crying!.

246

60

206

63

38

I can not forget my jo

If e'er she knew an evil thought

If I desire with pleasant songs.

If you become a Nun, Dear!....

I have had playmates, I have had companions

I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone.

I love him, I dream of him

273

136

290

42

73

In schools of wisdom all the day was spent.

168

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free!.
It was not in the winter

17

123

I've wander'd East, I've wander'd West
I wander'd by the brook-side..

Just for a handful of silver he left us..

Kiss no more the Vintages!

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113
180

... 191

.... 124

Lady! wouldst thou heiress be...
Last night, among his fellow roughs
Last time I parted from my Dear.

Laugh out, O stream! from your bed of green.
Let Time and Chance combine, combine!

Let us sing and sigh!

Little Mary Anerley, sitting on the stile!

Long night succeeds thy little day...

Love laid down his golden head..

Love, on the earth alit......

Man is permitted much

Medrake, waving wide wings.

121

184

200

241
109

73

267

69

205

299

127

285

19

213

Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne

Mine eyes have seen the glory

Mistress of Gods and men! I have been thine.

More than the wind, more than the snow

Night closed around the conqueror's way.
No bird-song floated down the hill....
Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
Not a sob, not a tear be spent..

Not in the sky..

Not in the solitude

Now tell me, my merry woodman!

237

43

28

181

17

240

68

256

54

166

91

102

251

153

106

286