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Darkness before, all Joy behind!

Darlings of the forest, ,

Dashing in big drops on the narrow pane; . ,
Daughter of Love! Out of the flowing river,
Dav dawned : — within a curtained room, .

Day, s melting purple dying;

Day, like a flower, blossoms from the night,
Day-stars! that ope your eyes with morn,. .
Day will return with a fresher boon; . .
Dead, lonely night, and all streets uuiet now.

I, Thirteen a month ago, ',

Dear child of nature, let them rail! . . . ,
Dear Ellen, your tales are all plentcously stored

Dear friend, far off, my lost desire

Dear friend, I can not if such days and nights,
Dear, harmless age ! the short, swift span, .
Dear, secret greenness! nurst below! . . .

Death but entombs the body; •

Death is here, and death is there,

Deep in the wave is u coral grove,

Dev vented to the Opera Ha us

Didst thou never see the swallow's veering bre;
Did you hear of the Widow Malone, ....
Die down, O dismal day, and let me live: . .
Dim as the borrowed beams of moon aud stars
Discard soft nonsense in a slavish tongue,. .

Discourage not thyself, my soul,

Disdain can not without desert,

Distrust that word

Do, and suffer naught in vain;

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? . .

Dost know the way to Paradise?

Dost thou remember that autumnal day, . •

Do the dead carry their cares,

Doubtless the pleasure is as great, ....
Down by the river's bank I strayed, ....

Mud flat. That's its name,

Do you remember, my sweet, absent son, . .

Drink to me only with thine eyes

Dubius is such a scrupulous good man, . . .

Earl March looked on his dying child, . . .
Earth gets its price for what earth gives us, .
Earth has not anything to show more fair, .

and unto an holy hospital.

am the sap has had its will

Eternal spirit of the chainless mind

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky, . . .
Even as a nurse, whose child's impatient pace,

Ever let the Fancy roam;

Every coin of earthly treasure

Every wedding, says the proverb,

Fair as the dawn of the fairest day, ....

Fair is thy face, Nantasket,

Fair time of calm resolve —of sober thought!

False and fickle, or fair and sweet

Fare thee well ! and if for ever,

Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness!

Farewell, Life! my senses swim

Farewell, old friend,— a part at last; . . .
Farewell, Renown! Too fleeting flower, . .

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Farewell! since nevermore for thee Herrey, 268

Farewell, thou busy world, and may, Votttm 154

Father, I will not ask for wealth or fame Parker, 406

Father of all! in every age Pope, 433

Fear death'.'—to feel the fog in my throat, R. Ilmteniug, ... 68

Fear no more the heat o' the nun, . . . . - ... . Shakespeare, .... 488

Fever and fret and aimless stir, Faber 217

Few know of life's beginnings — men behold— . . . . London 336

First follow Nature, and your Judgment frame, . . . Pope, 432

First, from each brother's hoard a pan they draw, . . Cmbbe 717

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed, E. B. Browning, . . 64

Fixed to her necklace, like another gem T. II. Aldrich, ... 12

Flutes in the sunny air! Hrrrey 267

Fly. envious Tune, till thou run out thy race Milton 374

Fly fro' the press, and dwell with soothfastuesse,. . . Chaucer Ml

Foes to our l ace! If ever ye have known, ...... Crabbe 168

Foiled by our fellow-men, depressed, outworn, . . . . M. Arnold 24

"Forever with the Lord!" Montgomery. .... 385

For even sin that comes before the light J. R. O'Reilly, ... 401

Forget me not." Ah, words of useless warning, . . . Sargent, 469

For hmi w ho must see many years M. Arnold 25

For Love 1 labored all the day, Bourdillon 50

For mystery is man's life, Tupner 620

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched, .... A.. V. Colerulge, . . . 125

For us the almond tree, Tilton 598

For woman is not undeveloped man Tennyson, 578

Four straight brick walls, severely plain, Mitchell, 844

Frank-hearted hostess of the flelu and wood, .... Lmetll 351

Friend alter friend departs; Montgomery 3K4

Friendship, like love is but a name J. Gay, 725

Friends ol faces unknown and a laud, . E. II. IIroirning, . . 65

Friend, whose smile has come to be E.A.Allen 15

Frolic virgins once these were lIerrick 266

From the morning even until now C. F. Hates, .... 31

From you have I been absent in the Spring, Shakespeare 489

Full kiiec-deep Ilea the winter snow Ttnnysou 5S2

Gallants .attend, and hear a friend, Hopkinscm 742

(lav, guiltless pair Sprague 532

Gavlv and greenly let my seasons run, blauchari! 801

(lay sprightly land of mirth and social case, Goldsmith, 236

(ieiilus! thou gift of Heaven! thou light divine ! . . . Crahbe, 163

Girt with the grove's at rial sigh Fawcett, 221

"(live mc a motto," said a youtl Saxe, 473

"Give me a son." The blessing sent, J. Gay, 726

(live place, ye lovers, here before Earl of Surrey, ... 551

"Hive us a song!" the soldiers cried, Taylor 568

God bless the man who first invented sleep, Saxe 777

God loves from whole to parts; hut human soul, . . . Pope, 431

Goil loves not sin. nor I ; but in the throng Holland 273

God makes such nights, all white an' still, Lowell, 749

God moves in a mvsterious way, Coteuer, 157

God said,-" Let there be light!" E.Elliott 211

God aend me tears! Hayue 255

God seta some souls in shade, alone Whitney b3a

Go, forget me — why should sorrow, ^'°'/ttn

Go forth in life, O friend! not seeking love, A. L. Botta 50

Go, lovely rose! Waller, 628

Go not, happy day, Tennyson, 5*1

Good men are the health of the world, Tup1ter, 6211

Good-night? ah! no; the hour is 111 Sheriey, 495

Good-night, prettv sleepers of mine S. M. II. Piatt, ... 419

Go, sophist! dare not to despoil J. T. Fields 226

Go, soul, the body's guest Raleigh 452

"Got any boys?" the marshal said, Saxe, I7'

Go thou and 'seek the house of prayer! Southey

Go, trtflers with God's secret Buchanan

Grandmother's mother: her age I guess, Holmes,

Urave politicians look for facts alone, Crabbt,

Green be the turf above thee Halleck 251

Green little vaulter in the sunny grass Hunt. 300

Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! Logan, 341

Hail, free, clear heavens! above our heads again,. . . Lazarus, ..... 336

Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven Urst-born, . . . Milton 381

Hail! Independence, hail! Heaven's next best gift, . . Thomson, 594

Hail to thee, blithe spirit, Sin liey, 490

Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour,.... Wordsworth, .... 672

Had unambitious mortals minded nought, Thomson, 596

Half a league, half a league Tennyson} 584

Hameliu town's in Brunswick, Brotcnmg,.... 690

Hand in hand with angels Larcom, 332

Happy are they who kiss thee, morn and even, . . . . A. T. DeVere, ... 185

Happy the mortal man, who now at last, Prior 439

Hark," that sweet carol! With delight Street 549

Hark! 'tis the twanging horn ! o'ei yonder bridge, . . Cawner 161

Hark to the measured march !—The Saxons come, , . il. h. Lyttoit, . . . . tiiU

Hm k to the shouting wind! Timrod, 855

Hark! where the sweeping scythe now rips along, . . IItoom1ietd, .... 41

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star A". T. Coleridge, ... 138

Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? .... Emtrxon, 215

Hath this world without me wrought, Hedge, 2.~,9

Have mind that age aye follows youth, Dnntnir, 208

Have you not heard the poets tell, T. B. Aldrich, ... 8

Hearing sweet music, as in fell despite, Trench, 605

Hear the sledges with the bells — Poe, 424

Heart of my heart! when that great light shall fall, . liitler, 851

Heart of the people! Workingmen! I^ord Houghton, . . . 286

Hearts, like apples, are hard and sour Ho'l ind 237

Heaven weeps above the earth all night till morn, . . Tennyson 585

He erred, no doubt, perhaps he sinned: O. Houghton,. . . . 286

He falters on the threshold Hoicells, 292

He had plave I for his lordship's levee, lJobson, 190

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, .... Coteper, 15S

He knew the seat of Paradise, S. Butler, 7'M>

Hence, loatne.1 Melancholy, Milton 375

Hence to the altar, and with her thou lov'st, .... Rogers, 461

Hence, vain deiuding joys, Milton, 376

Here I come creeping* creeping everywhere, Roberts 459

Here is the watyr-slu:d of all the year, H. V, J.dtnson, . . . 834

Here she lies, a pretty bud, Herrict, 206

Here, too, came one who bartered all for power, . . . Mitchell, 370

Her hands are cold, her face is white; Holmes, 278

Herr Schnitzer make a ph.losopede, Lelnnd 745

Her suffering ended with the day; J. Aldrirh 8

He saw in sigh* of his house, S.oddard 7f0

He sins against this life who slights the next K. Voung 6*1

He sits among the morning hills, Thompson, 853

He taught the cheerfulness that still is ours, lilanchard, .... 802

He that loves a cheek, Cnrew 118

He took the suffering human race, M. Arno'd 25

He touched his harp, and nations heard, Pollok; 4-8

He was a man of that unsleeping spirit, Sir H. Taylor, . . . 569

He was a man whom danger could not daunt, .... Sir A. lh Vere, ... 184

He was in logic a great critic, S. Butler 699

He, while his troop light-hearted leap and play, . . . Crabbe 164

He who died at Azan sends, E.Arnold 21

He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Byron 97

Higher, higher will we climb, Montgomery,, . . . 381

High walls and huge the body may confine. (iarrixon, 229

Hints, shrewdlv strown, mightily disturb the spirit. . . Tupper 617

His love hath tilled my life's fair cup, M. A. /Were, ... 817

Hither, Sleep! a mother wants thee! Holfantf 274

Home thev brought her warrior dead, Tennyson, 577

Honor ami shame from no condition rise, ftf>pe, 431

Hoot, ye little rascal! ye come it on me this way,. . . Cailefnn 709

How are songs begot and bred? Stoddard 541

How beautiful is night! R. Southry 511. How better am I

How bk.ut should we be, have I often conceived
How canst thou call my modest love impure,
How dear to this heart" arc the scenes ot lay childhood

How delicious is the winning,

How does the water,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, ,
How gracious we are to grant to the dead, . .

How happy is he born and taught,

How hard," when those who do not wish to lend,
How, how am 1 deceived! 1 thought my bed, .

How looks Appledore in a storm?

*' How many pounds does the baby weigh — . .

How many summers, love

How miserable a thing is a great man ! . . . .
How much the heart may bear, and yet not break!
How near we came the hand ot death, ....

How oft in visions of the night,

How one can live on beauty and be rich, . . .

How pleasant it is that alwavs,

How pure at heart and sound in head, ....
How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits,
How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps,

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth.
How still the morning of the hallowed day! . .
How sweet and gracious, even in common speech
How vice and virtue in the soul contend ; . . .

Ho! ye who in the noble work,

Humanity is great;

Husband and wife! no converse now ye hold, .

Hush ! speak low: tread softly;

Hush! 'tis a holy hour,— the quiet room, . . .

I am an Idle reed:

1 am but clay in thy hands, but Thou

I am content, I do not care,

I am dying, Egypt, dying • . . . .

I'm far I rue my name, and I'm weary aftcnwhiles

I am llephaistos, and forever here,

1 am monarch of all 1 survey

I am Nicholas Tacchlnardi.—hunchbacked, look you 1 am thinking to-night of the little child ; . . .

I asked my fair, one happy day

1 bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, .

I can go nowhere but I meet,

I cannot love thee, but 1 hold thee dear— . .

I cannot make him dead!

1 care not, Fortune what you me deny; . . .
1 climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn
I count my time by times that I meet thee, . .
I die for ttiy 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,

IM rather see an empty bough,—

1 dreamed I had a plot of ground,

If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, . . . 1 fear thee not, (> Death! nay, oftl pine, . . .

If I could ever sing the songs,

h I had known in the morning,

If I had thought thou couldst have d!?d, . . .

If it must be — if it must be, O God!

If life awake and will never cease,

If love were what the rose is,

If on the book itself we east our view, ....

If im this verse of mine,

I found a fellow-worker, when I deemed, . . .
If, sitting with this little worn-out shoe, . . .

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If those, who live in shepherd's bower, .
If thou wert bv my side, my love, . . .
If thou wouldn't view fair Melrose. aright,

If to be absent, were to be,

If, when you labor all the day, ....

If you love me, tell me not;

J gave my little tjirl back to the daisies,
I gazed upon the glorious sky, ....
I give thee treasures hour by hour, . .

1 greet thee, loving letter—

I L;re« assured before I asked, ....

1 hal von funny leedle poy,

1 have a little kinsman,

1 have been sitting alone,

1 have had playmates, 1 have had companions,

1 hear it olten in the dark,

I know a bright and beauteous May, . . 1 know a girl with teeth of pearl, . . .

I know not how It is;

1 know that all beneath the moon decays
1 lie in the summer meadows, ....
I like a ehurch; 1 like a cowl. . .
u I'll take the orchard path," she said, .
I long have been pu/.zled to guess, . .
I long have had a (tuarrel set with Time,
I lost luy treasures one by one, ....

I loved thee long and dearly,

I love tu look on a scene like this,. . .
I'm not a chicken! 1 have seen, . . .
I'm not where I was yesterday, . . .
I mourn no more my vanished years,
I must lament, Nature commands it so;

I'm wearin' awn', Jean,

In a coign of the cliff between lowland

In a valley, centuries ago,

In all my "wanderings round this world of
In eldesi time, ere mortals wnt or read,

1 never cast a flower away,

In every village marked with little spire,
In hazy gold the hillside sleeps, . . .
In latcr years veiling Its unbfest face, .
In Ix>ve, if Love be Love, if Ix>ve be ours.
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes.
In my nostril*, the summer wind, . . .
In peaee, lx>ye tunes the shepherd's reed,
In purple robes old Sliavnainon, . . .
In schools of wisdom all the day was spent
In silent ease, at least in silence, dine, .
Interred beneath this marble stone, . .

In the balmy April weather,

In the dewy depths of the grave-yard, .
In Thee, O blessed (iod, I hope, . . .
In the tlreshine nt the twilight, ....
In the can ten of death, where the singers,

In the hour of my distress,

In these deep solitudes and aw ful cells,
In the spring, perverse and sour, . . .
In the stormy waters of Galloway, . .
In the warm valley, rich in summer's wealth.
Into f


Into a ward ot the whitewashed walls, .

In yonder grave a Druid lies

I oiice was a jolly young beau

I only |u>lished am in mine own dust— . . I prithee send me back my heart, . . .

I remember, I remember,

I said, if 1 might go back again, . . .

I sat in a darkened chamber,

I saw a child, once, that had lost its way,


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