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Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this
vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gor
geous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe
itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dis
And, like this insubstantial pageant
faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such
stuff As dreams are made of, and our little
life Is rounded with a sleep.
Tempest, act. iv. sc. 4.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
326 158 274 122 270 42 198
29 22 22: 2:21 363 151 40 73 237 198 158 502 224 352 96
A barking sound the shepherd hears
WORDSWORTI Abou Bei Achem, may his tribe increase!
LEIGH HUNT A famous man is Robin Hood
WORDS WORTH Again returned the scenes of yonih.
SCOTT Al Ben
HERRICK. Ah, County Guy! the hour is nighi
SCOTT Ah, God, for a man with heart, head, band
TENNYSON Ah, suntower! weary of time
W. BLAKE A king livel long ago
BROWSING Alas for them! their day is o'er.
CHARLES SPRAGUE Alas! what boots the long, laborious quest
WORDSWORTH Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning
SCOTT . All the workl's a stage
SIAKSPEARE All things that are
SHAKSPEARE All thoughts, all passions, all delights.
COLERIDGE Along a river-side, I know not where
LOWELL A man prepared against all ills to come
HERRICK A man there came, whence none could tell
CHAUCER And here the hermit sat and told luis beads
W. E. CHANNING Aull shall sleep, and on thy wide
BRYANT And on his far resounding path
G. MELLES And passing here throngh evening dew
WILLIAM BARNES Anil sooth to say, yon vocal grove
WORDS WORTH And wlither wonil you lead me?
SCOTT An empty sky, a world of leather
JEAN INGELOW Appeared the princess with that merry child. IIENRY TAYLOR . Art is long, anil time is fleeting
LONGFELLOW A ladie grove not far away they spied
SPENSER As heaven and earth are fairer
KEATS Asl in boary winter's night
ROBERT SOUTHWELL As I sit at my lesk l»y the window
BARTLETT As I stood by yon rootless tower
BURNS: As it befell
WORDSWORTII As it fell upon a day
R. BARSEFIELD. Ask ve me why I send you here: .
IIERRICK. A slinber did my spirit seal
WORDSWORTH As Memnon's marble harp, renowned of old
AKEXSIDE As ships becalmed at eve
A. H. CLOUGH As imto blowing roses summer dews
D. A. WASSON As yonce I valked by a dismal svamp
H. H. BROWSELL A sweet, attractive kind of grace.
MATTHEW ROYDON A sweet lisoriler in the ress
HERRICK At anchor in Hampton Roads we lav
LONGFELLOW. At summer eve, when leaven's aerial bow
CAMPBELL At the approach of extreme peril.
COLERIDGE (Travis.) At the king's gate the subtle noon
H. H. Avenge, o Lord, thy slanghtered saints whose bones MiTON A voice by the cedar-thee
TESNYSOX Awake, awake, my lyre .
COWLEY Away, ye gay landscapes
BYRON. A weary lot is thine, fair maid
25 225 75 31 319
SO 70 149
30 1.13 191
17 3.5 32 471 99 82 83 502 268
45 195 202 1.95
A wet sheet and a flowing sea