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Darkness before, all Joy behind!
Darlings of the forest, ,
Dashing in big drops on the narrow pane; . ,
Day, s melting purple dying;
Day, like a flower, blossoms from the night,
I, Thirteen a month ago, ',
Dear child of nature, let them rail! . . . ,
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire
Dear friend, I can not if such days and nights,
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;
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, ....
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, . . .
and unto an holy hospital.
am the sap has had its will
Eternal spirit of the chainless mind
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky, . . .
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! 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 ro.sy 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 delicious is the winning,
How does the water,
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, ,
How happy is he born and taught,
How hard," when those who do not wish to lend,
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 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 sleep the brave, who sink to rest
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth.
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; . . .
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 those, who live in shepherd's bower, .
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,
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
I loved thee long and dearly,
I love tu look on a scene like this,. . .
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
1 never cast a flower away,
In every village marked with little spire,
In the balmy April weather,
In the dewy depths of the grave-yard, .
In the hour of my distress,
In these deep solitudes and aw ful cells,
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,