Bonnie Tibbie Inglis,. Bowed half with age and half with reverence, Brave spirit, that will brook no intervention," Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, "But a week is so long!" he said, But grant, the virtues of a temperate prime, By numbers here from shame or censure free, By the motes do we know where the sunbeam is slanting, By the pleasant paths we know, By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Keats, By these mysterious ties, the busy power,. Lazarus, 337 T. B. Aldrich, 12 Symonds, 559 A. T. De Vere, 186 Whittier, 639 Symonds, 558 Shakespeare, 484 Hopkins, 828 M. Howitt,. 295 A. Fields, 224 Death is here, and death is there, Erewhile the sap has had its will, Eternal spirit of the chainless mind,. Ethereal ininstrel! pilgrim of the sky, . Darkness before, all joy behind! Dashing in big drops on the narrow pane; Dear child of nature, let them rail! Dear Ellen, your tales are all pleuteously stored, Dear friend, I know not if such days and nights, Death but entombs the body; Deep in the wave is a coral grove,. Dey vented to the Opera Haus, Didst thou ne'er see the swallow's veering breast,. Did you hear of the Widow Malone, Die down, O dismal day, and let me live; Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and stars, Discard soft nonsense in a slavish tongue,. Discourage not thyself, my soul, Disdain me not without desert, Distrust that word. Do, and suffer naught in vain ; Does the road wind up-hill all the way Dost thou remember that autumnal day, Do you remember, my sweet, absent son, Earl March looked on his dying child, Lowell, Wordsworth, Hopkins, 349 673 527 829 Even as a nurse, whose child's impatient pace, Keats, 311 476 Fair time of calm resolve-of sober thought! Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness Farewell, old friend, we part at last; ' Farewell! since nevermore for thee,. Farewell, thou busy world, and may, Father, I will not ask for wealth or fame, Father of all! in every age, Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat, Fever and fret and aimless stir,. Few know of life's beginnings-men behold- Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race, For every sin that comes before the light,. "Forget me not." Ah, words of useless warning, For him who must see many years, For Love I labored all the day, For mystery is man's life, . Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched, For woman is not undeveloped man,: Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood, Friend after friend departs; Friendship, like love is but a name, Friends of faces unknown and a land, Friend, whose smile has come to be, E. A. Allen, 15 Frolic virgins once these were, . Herrick, 266 From the morning even until now, From you have I been absent in the Spring, Green be the turf above thee, Green little vaulter in the sunny grass,. Halleck, 251 300 Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!. Hail, free, clear heavens! above our heads again,. Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour,. Hamelin town's in Brunswick, Hand in hand with angels, Happy are they who kiss thee, morn and even, Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! o'er yonder bridge, Hark! where the sweeping scythe now rips along, Hath this world without me wrought, R. Browning,. 690 Larcom, 332 A. T. De Vere, 185 Prior, 439 Have mind that age aye follows youth, Have you not heard the poets tell, Dunbar,. 208 T. B. Aldrich, 8 Hither, Sleep! a mother wants thee! Home they brought her warrior dead, Hearing sweet music, as in fell despite,. Hear the sledges with the bells Heart of my heart! when that great light shall fall, Heaven weeps above the earth all night till morn, He falters on the threshold, He had played for his lordship's lévée, He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, He knew the seat of Paradise, Hence, loathed Melancholy, Hence to the altar, and with her thou lov'st, Hence, vain deluding joys, Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere, Here she lies, a pretty bud, Here, too, came one who bartered all for power, Her hands are cold, her face is white; Herr Schnitzer make a philosopede, Her suffering ended with the day; He saw in sight of his house, . He sins against this life who slights the next. He taught the cheerfulness that still is ours, He took the suffering human race, He touched his harp, and nations heard, He was a man whom danger could not daunt, He was in logic a great critic, He, while his troop light-hearted leap and play, He who died at Azan sends, He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Higher, higher will we climb, High wails and huge the body may confine, Hints, shrewdly strown, mightily disturb the spirit, Honor and shame from no condition rise, G. Houghton,. Mitchell, E. Arnold,. Trench,. 605 Lord Houghton, S. Butler, 700 Milton, Milton, 376 Herrick,. M. Arnold, 25 Crabbe, 164 21 97 384 How oft in visions of the night,. How one can live on beauty and be rich, How pure at heart and sound in head, How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits, How sweet and gracious, even in common speech, Husband and wife! no converse now ye hold, I am an idle reed; . - the quiet room, I am but clay in thy hands, but Thou, I am content, I do not care, I am dying, Egypt, dying, I'm far frae my hame, and I'm weary aften whiles: I am Hephaistos, and forever here, I am monarch of all I survey, I am Nicholas Tacchinardi,hunchbacked, look you, I am thinking to-night of the little child; . I asked my fair, one happy day, I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, I can go nowhere but I meet, I cannot love thee, but I hold thee dear I cannot make him dead!. I care not, Fortune, what you me deny: I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn, I count my time by times that I meet thee, I die for thy sweet love! The ground, I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, I do not own an inch of land, I don't go much on religion, I'd rather see an empty bough,— I dreamed I had a plot of ground,. If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, I fear thee not, O Death! nay, oft I pine, If I had known in the morning, If I had thought thou couldst have died, If life awake and will never cease, If love were what the rose is, If on the book itself we cast our view, If on this verse of mine, I found a fellow-worker, when I deemed, Согорет 161 J. T. Fields, 227 F. A. Hillard, F. Smith, B. W. Procter, Ayton, |