O, where will be the birds that sing 203 O why should the spirit of mortal be proud? . 122 There's a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot 189 'T is midnight's holy hour,-and silence now 135 'T was a jolly old pedagogue, long ago 226 T was in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in hell. 109 'Twas the night before Chrislmas, when all through the house 102 "T was when the wan leaf frae the birk tree was fa'in' 105 Two worlds there are. To one our eyes we strain 243 Two Yankee wags, one summer day 158 When a' ither bairnies are hushed to their hame 117 When the lessons and tasks are all ended When the sheep are in the fauld, and a' the kye at hame 84 244 274 88 Where the rocks are gray, and the shore is steep "You have heard," said a youth to his sweetheart, You knew-who knew not Astrophel? 26 124 5 You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier 193 THE END. |