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Who is it rides with whip and spur—
The night is near, the lights begin
And o'er the moorland, waste and wide,
The mists behind the horseman ride.
"Ho, there within — a stirrup-cup! No time have I to sleep or sup.
"An honest cup! — and mingle well The juices that have still the spell
"To banish doubt and care, and slay
The ghosts that prowl the king's highway."
"And whither dost thou ride, my friend?"
"My friend, to find the roadway's end."
His eyeballs shone: he caught and quaffed,
With scornful lips, the burning draught.
"Yea, friend, I ride to prove my life;
If there be guerdon worth the strife—
"If after loss, and after gain.
"There be no deeper draught than this —
No sharper pain — no sweeter bliss—
"Nor anything which yet I crave This side, or yet beyond the grave —
"All this, all this I ride to know; So pledge me, gray-beard, ere I go."
"But gold thou hast: and youth is thine,
And on thy breast the blazoned sign
"Of honor — yea, and Love hath bound,
With rose and leaf thy temples round.
"With youth, and name, and wealth in store,
And woman's love, what wilt thou more?"
"' What more?' 'what more ?' thou gray-beard wight?
That something yet — that one delight—
"To know! to know! — although it be
To know but endless misery!
"The something that doth beckon still,
Beyond the plain, beyond the hill,
"Beyond the moon, beyond the sun, Where yonder shining coursers run.
"Farewell! Where'er the pathway trend,
I ride, I ride, to find the end!"
INDEX TO FIRST LINES
A bee flew in At my window Kimball,
Abide not in the land of dreams, Burleigh,
Abide with me! fast falls the eventide, l.yte, . .
A bird sang sweet Arm strong, Curtis, .
A blue-eyed child that sits amid the noon, Bmnett,
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase),
A brace of sinners, for no gtxRl Wolcoi.
. . . 181
A certain l — I've forgotten his name —
Across the narrow beach we nit Thaxter,
across the steppe we journeyed,
A district school, not far away Palmer,
Advancing Spring profusely spreads abroad Bloomfield,
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever,
A face that should content me wondrous well,
Afar in the desert 1 love to ride ffifi*. '.'
A fellow in a market town H olcol
A tlerv soul, which, working out its way, „f , "'' M ''
A liocV of sheep that leisurely pass by, WorantortK, . .
A fox. full fraught with seeming sanctity Onden
Afraid of critics! an unworthy fear, '* ',,'
After so long an absence H. JJ • Longellow.
After this feud of yours and mine, f. M. II- I "«'. .
Against her foes Rock well defends Craooe
Against her mouth she pressed the rose Jtnnison
Age has now Rogers .
A good man there was of religion Chaucer,
A great mind is an altar on a mil,
A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, .
A Bed fellow, wasting tupless days, G. Arnold, .
Ah, deeply the minstrel has felt all he sings Landon,
Ah, happy day, refuse to go! Spofford,
Ah me! forevennore Hayue, .
Ah! my heart is weary waiting; McCarthy,
A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain,.
A lily rooted in a sacred soil,
A little child, beneath a tree,
A little hand, a fair soft hand
All are not taken ! they are left behind, .
All change; no death,
All conquest-Mushed, from prostrate Python
All the world's a stage
All things have a double power
All things once are things for ever; . . .
Almost at the rllot, .
Alone 1 walked the ocean strand, ....
A lovely sky, a cloudless sun
Although Tenter not, . «
A man's life is a tower,
A man so various that he seemed to be,
Amid the elms that interlace
A monarch soul hath ruled thyself, O Queen
Among so many, can He care?
And are ye sure the news is true? ....
And greedy Avarice by him did ride, . . .
And is the swallow gone? .......
And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace, . .
And thou hast walked al>out.
Ami was it not enough that, meekly growings
An original something, fair maid
Answer me, burning stars of night! . . . .
April is in;
Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim, .
A sad old house by the sea,
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, . .
A serener blue
As I came round the harbor buoy
A simple child,
A simple, sodded mound of earth, Preston 435
As 1 was sitting in a wood, Mackay, 757
Ask me no more; the moon may draw the sea, .... Tennyson, 578
Ask iue no more where dove bestows, Cartw, 118
Ask me why J send you here, llerrick 266
A slanting ray of evening light, J. Taylor, 572
As leavt s turned red, F. Botes, 83
As light November snows to empty nests, K.B.Browning, . . 67
As lords their laborers' hire delay, Scott, 479
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers C. E. S. Norton, . . 397
A sower went forth to sow, * Gifder, 231
As precious gums are not for lasting fire, ...... Dryden, 206
As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay Clough, 131
As slow our ship her foaming track, . Moore, 3*8
As sweet as the breath that goeK T. B. Aldrich, ... 10
As sweet desire of day before the day Swinburne, .... 552
A steed, a steed of matchless speed! Motherwell, .... 392
A street there is in Paris famous, Thackeray, .... 782
As thoughts possess the fashion of the mood, .... Abbey, 2
As through the land at eve we went, Tennyson, 577
A story or Ponce de Leon, Rnttencorth, .... 89
A summer mist on the mountain heights, Webster 631
As virtuous men pass mildly away, Donne, 818
As when a little child returned from play, Miller, 373
As when in watches of the night we see, Applelon, 19
As woodbine weds the plants, Cowper} 161
At dawn the fleel stretched miles away, J. 1. Fields, .... 225
At dawn when the jubilant morning broke, J. C. R. Dorr, . . . 186
A thing of beauty is a jov forever, Keats, 312
A thousand daily sects rise up and die, Dryden, 205
A thousand years shall come and go, R. T. Cooke, .... 152
At kirk knelt Valborg, the cold altar-stone, G. Houghton 284
At midnight in his guarded tent, Halleck, 248
At our creation, but the word was said; Quarles, 451
A traveller across the desert waste, Abbey. 1
At summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow, .... Campbell, 115
Autobiography! so you say, Harergal, 823
Avoid extremes; and shun the fault of such, .... Pope, 432
A weary weed, tossed to and fro, Feuner 222
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, . Cunningham,. . . . lhO
A wife, as tender, and as true withal, Dryden 206
Ay, scatter me well, 'tis a moist spring day K. Cook, 149
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where, Shakespeare,, . . . 487
Backward, turn baekward? O Time, in your flight, . . Allen, 15
Bards of passion and of mirth, Feats, 311
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Il. Browning,.... 69
Becalmed along the azure sky TrxncbrUlge, .... 609
Because I feel that, in the heavens above, Poe, 425
Because I hold it sinful to despond, Thaxter £89
Because in a day of my davs to come, Sangster, 468
Because I wear the swaddling bands of time, .... S. H. Palfrey, . . . 847
Be cause love's sigh is but a sigh, Winter. 660
Before I trust my fate to thee, ^4."4. Ihvcter, ... 442
Behold her there in the evening sun, Larcom, 330
Behold the rockv wall. Holmes, 279
Believe not that vour inner eye, Lont Houghton, ... 287
Ben Battle was a"soldier bold Hood 739
Bending between me and the taper, A. T. DeVtre, ... 185
Beneath the hill you may see the mill, Saxe, 474
Beneath yon tree", observe an ancient pair, Crabbe, 168
Benighted in my pilgrimage,— alone,— Tilton 602
Be patient! oh, be patient! Put your ear against the earth, Trench 604
Beside me,—in the car,—she sat. Clough 132
Beside von straggling fence that skirts the way, . . . Goltfsmith, .... 235
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar, Shakespeare, .... 485
Better trust all and be iieceived Kemble, 318
Beyond the smiling and the weeping, Bonar, 48
Bird of the wilderness Hogg, 271 Black boughs against a pale, clear sky, Lazarus, 337
Black Tragedy let slip her grim disguise, T. B. Atdrich, ... 12
Blame. not the timet in which we live Symomls, 559
Blessed is he who hath not trod the ways, A. T. De fere, . . . 1*6
Blessings on thee, little man, . . ... . Whittier, 639
Blessed is the man whose heart and hands are pure! Symonds, 556
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, . Shakesptare, .... 484
Blow, northern winds! Hopkins 628
Bonnie Tibbie Inglls M. fIoteitt 295
Bowed half with age and half with reverence, . . . . A. Fields, ..... 224
Brave spirit, that will brook no intervention Bichnrdson, .... 458
Break, break, break, Tennyson, 564
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Scott 476
Bright as the pillar rose at Heaven's command, . . . Campbell 116
Bright books! the perspectives to our weak sights, . . I'aughan, 626
Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of bliss, . . Vatulhan, 624
Bright Star! would 1 were steadfast as thou art, . . . Keats 311
Bring poppies for a wearv mind Wintrr, 658
Brown bird, with a wisp In your mouth, Braddock, 805
Burly, dozing humble-bee, Emerson. 214
"Hut a week is so long ! '* he said, J. C. R. ikter, . . . 195
But grant, the virtues of a temperate prime, S.Johnson, .... 308
But happy they! the happiest of their kind! .... Thomson, 581
But list! a low and moamng sound, Wilson, 657
But not e'en pleasure to excess is good, Thomson, 596
But now the games succeeded, then a pause A. Fields, 223
But what strange art, what magic can dispose, .... Crabbe, 170
But who the melodies of morn can tell? Beattie, 34
By Nebo's lonely mountain, Alexander, .... 12
By numbers here front shame or censure free, .... S.Johnson, .... 309
By the flow of the inland river Finch, 227
By the motes do we know where the sunbeam is slanting, AI.AI. Dodge, . . . 192
By the pleasant path* we know Prescott, 433
By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Emerson, 215
By these mysterious ties, the busy power, A ken side, 5
By the wayside, on a mossy stone, Hoyt.. ...... 296
Calm me. my God, and keep me calm, Bonar 48
Calm on the bosom of our tind, Hemans, 263
Care lives with all; no rules, no precepts save, . . . . Crabbe 169
Centre of light ami energy! thy way, Perciral, .... 411
Charlemagne, the mighty monarch, W. A. Butler, ... 87
Cheap, mighty art! her art of love, Vanyhan, 622
Children, that lay their pretty garlands by, Craik, 172
'' Choose thou between!" and to his enemy, .... Benset. 38
Christ, whose glory tllls the skies, Wesley, 632
Clear, plftcid Lemau ! thy contrasted lake, Byron, 101
Cleon hath ten thousand acres, Afackay, 362
Close his eyes; his work Is done! Boker 47
Cold in the earth — and the deep snow E. Bronte" 54
Cold is the piean honor slugs, Winter, 661
Come a little nearer, doctor,— Witlson, 6.V>
Come, brother, turn with me from pining thought, . . Dana 182
Come, come, come, my love, come and hurry Iliordan, Kjn
Come, Disappointment, come! II.K. White, .... 635
Come into the garden, Maud Tennyson 50x
Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Wesley, 633
Come, listen all unto mv song Saxe, 775
Come live with me and be my love Afarioice, 842
Come not when I am dead, Tennyson, 5*3
Come, sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace, . . . Sidney, 499
Comes something down with eventide, Burbidye 8oti
Come, then, rare politicians of the time, Vanghan, 623
Come, then, tell me, sage divine, Akenside, ..... 4
Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, .... Moore, 367
Companion dear! the hour draws nigh; Sigourney 499
Confide ye aye in Providence, for Providence is kind, . Ballantyne, .... 28
Consider the sea's listless chime: D. O. Botsettt, . . . 467
"Coquette," my love they sometimes call Hobertson, 851