Mustering clan, or squadron tramping; At the day-break from the fallow, Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, Dream not with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveillé. Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; .196. A FAREWELL. Walter Scott. My fairest child, I have no song to give you; Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast forever One grand, sweet song. Charles Kingsley. INDEX TO FIRST LINES. PAGE A beggar through the world am I ................. 21 16 Ah what pleasant visions haunt me......................................................... 302 Arethusa arose Arise my maiden Mabel......... .......................... ............ 63 41 90 As I walked over the hill one day... Bards of passion and of mirth................. ...... Belshazzar is king! Belshazzar is lord......... Blow, blow, thou winter wind.................... Calm was the day and through the trembling air. Come into the garden, Maud... ........................... ..... Come listen to me, you gallants so free...... Daffy-Down-Dilly came up in the cold... Do you ask what the birds say? the sparrow, the dove......... Fair daffodils, we weep to see.......................................... Fayre is my love when her fayre golden heares....................................... .... 217 317 How happy is he born and taught.. I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn.. I come from haunts of coot and hern...... If that the world and love were young....... Into the sunshine......... I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he. 170 ......... 130 ....... 119 .... 99 74 Is there, for honest poverty.................................................................................. 225 It was fifty years ago...... It was the schooner Hesperus.................................................... It was the winter wild. .... Jaffar the Barmecide, the good Vizier............................ 308 262 77 Lackyng my love, I go from place to place................ ......... 217 36 Lady-moon, lady-moon, where are you roving. Little one, come to my knee... 49 228 27 Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown.................. 273 ........... 33 Merrily swinging on briar and weed. 12 My banks they are furnished with bees............................................................ 361 North wind came whistling through the wood... 29 ........... 94 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note.. ................................................ 98 O Luy most calm, non bright... Often I think of the beautiful town.............. PAGE ...................... Oh! a dainty plant is the ivy green............................................................. 260 ................ 117 ............. Our bugles sang truce, for the night cloud had lowered.. Over hill, over dale........................... ..................................................... 89 O young Lochinvar is come out of the west.. ............................................................ 3 223 91 ....... ................ 287 Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies............................................................. Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair......... Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky.............................................................. 151 Said the wind to the Moon, I will blow you out. 6 ....... 30 See the chariot at hand here of love.......... .................... 201 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day....... She dwelt among the untrodden ways,............................................................. 291 Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou.................................................... 145 Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright............................................ Swiftly walk over the western wave.. Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind 164 The alder by the river.... 23 The angel of the flowers one day.. .............. 73 Tell me not in mournful numbers......................... .................................. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold. ................................... 307 The autumn has filled me with wonde: to day. The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink..................................... The greenhouse is my summer seat.... The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year............ 223 |