GENERAL INDEX OF TITLES AND FIRST LINES. N. B.- Titles are in bold-faced type; where title and viii. 419 A cheer and salute for the Admiral. A chieftain to the Highlands bound A child sleeps under a rose-bush fair A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun A cloud possessed the hollow field A cobbler sang from morn till night A dainty plant is the ivy green A diagnosis of our history proves A district school, not far away A dream of interlinking hands, of feet A fair little girl sat under a tree A famous hen's my story's theme A fellow in a market-town A flock of merry singing-birds were sporting. A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by A footstep struck her ear A gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine. A girl, who has so many wilful ways. A good sword and a trusty hand A golden gilly flower to-day A good wife rose from her bed one morn A granite cliff on either shore A great, still Shape, alone A happy bit hame this auld world would be. A health to you, Piper A horse-shoe nailed, for luck, upon a mast. 387 A host of angels flying VOL. PAGE i. 70 A jolly fat friar loved liquor good store.... A lighter scarf of richer fold . E. Sargent. A little elbow leans upon your knee A little stream had lost its way A little way below her chin ii. 45 "A mighty fortress is our God" M. Luther. Trans. Hedge. iv. 33 A milk maid, who poised a full pail on her head. A poet loved a Star A poppy grows upon the shore A prowling wolf, whose shaggy skin A public haunt they found her in A rose of fire shut in a veil of snow A ruddy drop of manly blood A sentinel angel, sitting high in glory A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers. A spectral form Soracte stands, snow-crowned. A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent. "A thing of beauty is a joy forever"..J. Keats. vi. 329 iv. 309 iv. 28 A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain A warrior so bold, and a virgin so bright "" viii. 80 vii. 321 iii. 31 V. 392- ix. 204 A. Cunningham. V. 399 Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting.. Above yon sombre swell of land Abraham Lincoln Abraham Lincoln Absence Absence Absent sailor, To her .J. R. Lowell. vii. 32 Address to the Mummy at Belzoni's.. H. Smith. vi. 235 "Ah! sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel. ii. 133 Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days. i. 76 ii. 375 Ah! what is love? It is a pretty thing. ii. 63 |