431 149 455 gone, you say, little Annie? 292 467 162 وو A milkmaid, who poised a full pail on her head "Another year," she said, "another year As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green 316 A steed, a steed of matchless speed As through the land at eve we went . As upland fields were sunburnt brown "A temple to Friendship," said Laura, enchanted At last thou art come, little Saviour At twenty we fancied the blest middle ages Bird of the wilderness Brave singer of the coming time. Brekekekex! co-ax! co-ax! O happy, happy frogs Brother, thou art gone before us. And where is home for me 378 124 419 165 Day-stars that ope your eyes with morn to twinkle Dear Saviour of a dying world 388 340 Death stately came to a young man, and said Deep on the convent-roof the snows Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Owen Roe O'Neill?. Dost thou of all attainments value those Down in the harbor the ships lie moored Down in the wide, gray river. 82 Fair are the flowers and the children, but their subtle suggestion is fairer 4 91 102 Here's to them, to them that are gane. He wiled me through the furzy croft His thin wife's cheek grows pinched and pale How in Heaven's name did Columbus get over How many thousands of my poorest subjects If the Lord were to send down blessings from heaven I had never thought of her; we walked I have a name, a little name I have fancied, sometimes, the Bethel-bent beam I have had playmates, I have had companions I have read in some old marvelous tale I heard the trailing garments of the night. 426 In moss-pranked dells where the sunbeams flatter In slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay In tattered old slippers that toast at the bars. 306 100 39 23 192 375 Is my lover on the sea. It was a beauteous lady richly dressed It was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang It was fifty years ago I wandered lonely as a cloud I would not die in May. I would the Fount of Castaly. Jews were wrought to cruel madness 173 386 266 311 327 471 346 151 453 Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty Mournfully listening to the waves' strange talk My absent daughter-gentle, gentle maid My boat is on the shore My coachman in the moonlight there My days pass pleasantly away My friend wears a cheerful smile of his own My gentle Puck, come hither! Thou rememberest My heid is like to rend, Willie My maiden visions curb their airy flights 296 20 333333 32 75 36 . 461 62 69 8 287 56 455 |