A touch, a kiss! the charm was snapt Clear-headed friend, whose joyful scorn Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn II. 122 'Courage!' he said, and pointed toward the land Deep on the convent-roof the snows VOL. PAGE II. 178 Eyes not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed He clasps the crag with crooked hands. He thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak If you're waking call me early, call me early, I'm glad I walk'd. How fresh the meadows look thought to pass away before, and yet alive I am Like souls that balance joy and pain. Mine be the strength of spirit, full and free My good blade carves the casques of men My heart is wasted with my woe I. 78 My hope and heart is with thee-thou wilt be O blackbird! sing me something well Of love that never found his earthly close O Lady Flora, let me speak. II. 152 O Love, Love, Love! O withering might!. VOL. PAGE Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw. Still on the tower stood the vane II. 237 Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town. II. 186 'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room The poet in a golden clime was born There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier There she weaves by night and day I. 135 The varying year with blade and sheaf The woods decay, the woods decay and fall Thou who stealest fire. 45 Wan Sculptor, weepest thou to take the cast. Warrior of God, whose strong right arm debased Well, you shall have that song which Leonard wrote II. I. 117 II. 220 107 We were two daughters of one race When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free When will the stream be aweary of flowing Who would be A mermaid fair You must wake and call me early, call me early, |