XII. How sweet on the ear broke the glad sound of mirth, XIII. "T was the nightingale's note that we heard in the wood, XIV. The wind moved the leaves, and uplifted thine hair One might have forgotten this world had a care, For you looked like an angel of peace, love, below. XV. That evening, that hour I shall never forget, While memory her seat in my bosom doth hold; GEO. KING MATTHEWS. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Page Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase), All thoughts, all passions, all delights, 17 292 98 316 7 414 446 325 14 282 Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, 396 Close at the edge of a busy town, . 426 Come live with me, and be my love, 122 Come, Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, 321 Come then, ye virgins and ye youths! whose hearts, 104 Crabbed age and youth, 227 Cupid and my Campaspe played, 11 Cyriac, this three years day these eyes, though clear 327 Page Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West! 358 25 213 Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Fair as unshaded light; or as the day, Fair Daffodils, we weep to see, Fear no more the heat o' the sun, First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come, From frozen climes, and endless tracks of snow, Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Get up, get up, for shame; the blooming morn, 403 73 221 100 151 243 169 168 110 20 105 . 416 75 185 Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, 92 Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove, 244 Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven, first-born, 214 Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good! Happy they! the happiest of their kind! . Hark! music speaks from out the woods and streams, Hear the sledges with the bells, Hence, all you vain delights, Hence, loathed Melancholy, Hence, vain deluding joys, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's the garden she walked across, Here, where precipitate Spring, with one light bound, Her finger was so small, the ring, He that loves a rosy cheek, He who hath never warred with misery, How happy is he born and taught, How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn, If I had thought thou couldst have died, If I were thou, O Butterfly, If thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance, I have a name, a little name, I have had playmates, I have had companions, I loved him not, and yet now he is gone, I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary, In her ear he whispers gaily, In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, Page Is there a whim-inspired fool, 353 It is not that my lot is low, It's hame, and it 's hame, hame fain wad I be, It was an aged man, who stood, I've thought, at gentle and ungentle hour, 153 138 409 . 279 Know ye the fair one whom I love? . 209 Lay a garland on my hearse, 355 Let me not to the marriage of true minds, 437 Little Ellie sits alone, 64 Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, 228 Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, 171 32 Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire! 140 125 79 212 389 Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, 144 154 No cloud, no relique of the sunken day, Now that the winter's gone, the earth has lost, |