Farewell Elegy to the place of the Stanzas written in a Wood, Anonymous, 148 Lines found in a Bower facing the The Gods engaging in the Battle at Prediction of the Origin of Rome, Virgil, Fingal and the Spirit of Loda, Ossian, Lines composed at Clevedon, Coleridge, 165 From Walace or the Vale of Eller- Canzon. When day has smilia, : Ode. Tell me, thou Soul of her i To my daughter, on her Birth-day, Byron, 184 Elegy written in a Country Church- 07 25 Mary, The Maid of the Inn, . Southey, To the Memory of a very Promising Henry the Fourth's Soliloquy on "Twas when the Seas were Roaring, Gay, Monody on the Princess Charlotte, Surenne, 254 Wife, Children, and Friends, Spencer, Stanzas written at Spithead after a Alonzo the Brave, and the Fair Imo. Lines written on a blank Leaf at the Song. Thou art looking on the face addressed to the Greeks, Ditto, Lines written in a Hermitage on A Summer Evening Church-yard, Shelley, Sapphic Ode. To the Evening Star, Anonymous, 353 Stanzas on visiting a Scene of Child- Character of Lilian. From Samor, Milman, . FIRST LINES. 3202 A beam of tranquillity smil'd in the west, Page 123 A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, 347 Ah me! how mournful, wan, and slow, 298 Ah, that funereal toll! loud tongue of Time! 320 Ah, think of June's delicious rays, Ah! who beneath this lonely heap, 43 Alas! I am an Orphan Boy, 208 All thoughts, all passions, all delights, 304 And thou hast walk'd about, (how strange a story!) 368 And where is he? not by the side, 116 Arise, arise, thou Queen of love! 75 Art thou a thing of mortal birth, 51 Ask me no more where Jove bestows, 52 Ask not the cause why sullen Spring, 311 As near Porto-Bello lying, 214 As now I muse along the winding shore, 56 A scene like this can seldom fail to please, 148 A slender tree upon a height in lonely beauty towers, 351 At the silence of twilight's contemplative hour, 58 Autumn, I hail thy steps ! 65 A Warrior so bold, and a Virgin so bright, 272 Behold, forth issuing from his azure domes, 69 Beneath a Weeping Willow, 6 Beneath the beech whose branches bare, 217 Beneath the tall turrets that nod o'er the dell, 200 Blest as th' immortal gods is he, 162 Breathes there the man with soul so dead, 34 Bright stranger! welcome to my field, 93 Bring me a garland, bring me a wreath, 82 Clos'd is the book, the tale is o'er, 308 live with me, and be my love, 291 Come to my bower in Summer's vale, 250 Culloden, on thy swarthy brow, 361 |
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