Many the chapters dark with fear and failing, Or bright with hope of conquests yet to be; There wrote we how the land was rent with wailing, Blent with the exultant sounds of jubilee. The lists we lingered o'er with reverent sorrow, Round the red chronicles on every border, The book is closed, and in His holy keeping Despite its glooms, the grand heroic story We need not blush to ponder o'er again; Child of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight 177 214 Closed is the book whose crimson-lettered pages.. 847 Come up the broad river, the Thames, my Dane.. 326 Do they miss me at home, do they miss me?. 128 Eve's gold and crimson pinions glow.................. 185 PAGE Faint on Rephaim's sultry side.. 222 Faintly flow, thou falling river!... 145 Fair insect, that with thread-like legs spread out.. 288 Gentle strangers, which would ye..... Got one? don't say so! which did you get?.................. 21 827 Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling.. 135 Hopes on hopes from the bosom sever.... 156 How beautiful! a garden fair as heaven.... 158 25 How happy is he born and taught.... 112 How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps. 165 How sweet it were, if without feeble fright.. I love to hear thine earnest voice, wherover thou art hid..... I never was a favorite, my mother never smiled.. In their ragged regimentals..... I think of thee, whene'er the sun is glowing. It is not they who idly dwell.... It must not be; this day, this hour......... 152 165 294 73 King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal`sport..... 267 74 Let Taylor preach upon a morning breezy.. 219 Let me not to the marriage of true minds.. Living or dying, Lord, I would be thine. 330 89 265 822 194 Mary to her Savior's tomb... 6 Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour.. 264 My ear-rings! my ear-rings! they've dropped into the well.. 8 187 Not on a prayerless bed, not on a prayerless bed,. 258 Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep..... 818 Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are!.. 100 O! blest of heaven, whom not the languid songs.. 86 O dwellers on the mountain top!....... 124 Of this fair volume, which we world do name. 832 Oft I heard of Lucy Gray..... O God! have mercy in this dreadful hour.. 28 61 PAGE Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own 63 Oh, heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale.. 75 Oh, Paradise must fairer be.. 205 Oh, whither sail you, Sir John Franklin.. 17 O Lord of Hosts! Almighty King!. O maid of Isla, from the cliff....... 163 46 O sisters of Santa Clara.... Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd. Over the river they beckon to me.. O ye keen breezes from the salt Atlantic... Pause not to dream of the future before us.. Quivering fears, heart-rending cares.. Rock'd in the cradle of the deep.... Roll on, thou deep and dark-blue ocean-roll !. 269 50 See before us, in our journey, broods a mist upon the ground.. 198 128 She came to a world where the loveliest flowers.. Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough.. 53 Sir Marmaduke was a hearty knight...... 251 Smiles melt the foemen into love..... 7 Solemn and sweet was her smile, while their hearts beat loud Surely yon heaven, where angels see God's face... |