Cloudy argosies are drifting down into the purple dark Come, cheerily men, pile on the rails Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of Spring Come live with me and be my love. - within a curtained room Day is dying! Float, O song Does the road wind up-hill all the way Doth it not thrill thee, Poet Down in the wide gray river Drink to me only with thine eyes Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us. Earth, let thy softest mantle rest Earth, ocean, air, beloved brotherhood Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills Enchanter of Erin, whose magic has bound us Enough! we 're tired, my heart and I Eternal spirit of the chainless mind PAGE 396 260 345 162 178 217 146 477 159 333 94 352 388 130 457 156 65 356 57 397 148 314 228 Fair are the flowers and the children, but their subtle sugges- tion is fairer Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth Fancies are but streams - Fear no more the heat o' the sun. Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat First time he kissed me, he but only kiss'd Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes From you have I been absent in the spring Great truths are dearly bought. The common truth 497 221 173 380 144 Green fields of England! wheresoe'er . Green grows the laurel on the bank Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first-born Hans Breitmann gife a barty Happy the man whose wish and care He is gone, O my heart, he is gone 366 382 He liveth long who liveth well . . Here in my snug little fire-lit chamber Here in this leafy place Here she was wont to go! and here! and here Her face was very fair to see Home they brought her warrior dead Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin Ho, reaper of life's harvest. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood How do I love thee? Let me count the ways How happy is he born and taught How little recks it where men lie How long I've loved thee, and how well How many times do I love thee, dear How much the heart may bear, and yet not break 459 115 157 361 432 381 49 167 366 448 194 163 470 How pure at heart and sound in head . . . How snowdrops cold and blue-eyed harebells blend I am a Prussian! see my colors gleaming I arise from dreams of thee. I ask not that my bed of death I cannot eat but little meat I cannot paint what then I was I care not, Fortune, what you me deny I do confess thou 'rt sweet, yet find I do not own an inch of land I dreamed of Paradise, and still If all the world and love were young . I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden If I have faltered more or less If I shall ever win the home in heaven If I should fall asleep one day If I were told that I must die to-morrow If life be as a flame that death doth kill If love were what the rose is .. If the red slayer think he slays. I gazed upon the glorious sky I have a little kinsman I have got a new-born sister I have had playmates, I have had companions I have just been learning the lesson of life I know a place where the sun is like gold I know a story, fairer, dimmer, sadder I know where Krishna tarries in these early days of spring I lately lived in quiet ease I lay me down to sleep . I lay my finger on Time's wrist to score Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey . 375 257 373 310 108 51 I must not think of thee; and, tired, yet strong In eddying course when leaves began to fly In their ragged regimentals . . . In the still air the music lies unheard I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James 286 I sat with Doris, the shepherd maiden I saw him once before I saw two clouds at morning I sit beneath the apple-tree I slept in an old homestead by the sea Is Nature weak? Do her enchantments fail I softly sink into the bath of sleep It lies around us like a cloud It 's hame, and it 's hame, hame fain wad I be . 177 433 193 453 118 372 134 482 409 46 33 455 "I was with Grant "— the stranger said 289 I wonder do you feel to-day 175 I would not live alway: I ask not to stay. 415 I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom 422 335 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Look, love, what envious streaks 91 Look off, dear love, across the sallow sands 187 Love scorns degrees; the low he lifteth high 189 Love, when all the years are silent, vanished quite and laid to rest . . 398 Many a long, long year ago 281 March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale Marry, I lent my gossip my mare, to fetch hame coals. Matted with yellow grass the fields lie bare. Maxwelton banks are bonnie Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour Mine be a cot beside the hill Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord My fairest child, I have no song to give you My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My heart is chilled and my pulse is slow Naked, on parent's knees, a new-born child My little son, who looked from thoughtful eyes Mysterious night! when our first parent knew. 453 Nay, you wrong her, my friend; she 's not fickle; her love Nigh to a grave that was newly made 316 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note No more - no more · O, nevermore on me Not here! not here! not where the sparkling waters Not she with traitorous kiss her Saviour stung 332 299 Not what the chemists say they be Now all ye flowers make room Now England lessens on my sight Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are "O bairn, when I am dead . . O blithe new-comer! I have heard O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done O days and hours, your work is this. O don't be sorrowful, darling. O faint, delicious, spring-time violet. Of all the floures in the mede Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing Of old sat Freedom on the heights O for a lodge in some vast wilderness Oh! listen, man Oh, loosen the snood that you wear, Janette Oh, to be home again, home again, home again Oh, to be in England Oh, where will be the birds that sing 385 455 183 381 210 244 46 313 83 |