. She gave with joy her virgin breast, 144. Sole maid, associate sole, to me beyond, 461. Southey thy melodies steal o'er mine ear, 42. ⚫ Spirit who sweepest the wild Harp of Time! 79. * The piteous sobs that choke the virgin's *The Pleasures sport beneath the thatch, 459. The recluse hermit ofttimes more doth know, 471. The rose that blushes like the morn, 451. The shepherds went their hasty way, 150. Stanhope! I hail, with ardent Hymn, thy *The sole true Something-This, in Limbo's Den, Stop, Christian passer-by-Stop, child of God, Stop, Christian Visitor! Stop, Child of God, 645. 189. The solemn-breathing air is ended, 28. *The Sun (for now his orb 'gan slowly sink), 454- Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limit-The sunshine lies on the cottage-wall, 456. less billows, 140. Such fierce vivacity as fires the eye, 455. Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet Sweet Mercy! how my very heart has bled, 45. TELL me, on what holy ground, 33. *The builder left one narrow rent, 461. The Butterfly the ancient Grecians made, 185. The clouds are black'ning, the storms threat'ning, The Devil believes that the Lord will come, 157. *The swallows interweaving there, 455. The tear which mourn'd a brother's fate scarce dry, 13. The tedded hay, the first fruits of the soil, 154. Then we may thank ourselves, 473. This be the meed, that thy song creates a This day among the faithful placed, 83. This, Hannah Scollock ! may have been the case, 463. This is the time, when most divine to hear, 53. Tho' much averse, dear Jack, to flicker, 44. Thou gentle Look, that didst my soul beguile, 23. *The guilty pomp, consuming while it flares, 454. *Though friendships differ endless in degree, 468. The indignant Bard composed this furious ode, 10. The merry nightingale that crowds, and hurries, The mild despairing of a heart resigned, 455. Though roused by that dark Vizir Riot rude, 39. Through weeds and thorns, and matted under- Thus far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme, 37. . Thy babes ne'er greet thee with the father's name, 445. Thy lap-dog, Rufa, is a dainty beast, 445. Thy stern and sullen eye, and thy dark brow, "Tis a strange place, this Limbo !-not a Place, 'Tis hard on Bagshot Heath to try, 10. 'Tis sweet to him who all the week, 146. 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, 116. To know, to esteem, to love,-and then to part, We both attended the same College, 444. Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, 92. 200, *We've conquer'd us a Peace, like lads true *We've fought for Peace, and conquer'd it at last, 450. What? rise again with all one's bones? 444- What a spring-tide of Love to dear friends in a What boots to tell how o'er his grave, 468. To praise men as good, and to take them for What never is but only is to be, 467. *To tempt the dangerous deep, too venturous youth, 1. *To wed a fool, I really cannot see, 447. Tom Slothful talks, as slothful Tom beseems, 449. Tranquillity thou better name, 159. *'Twas not a mist, nor was it quite a cloud, 469. Two things hast thou made known to half the *Two wedded hearts if ere were such, 461. What now, O Man! thou dost or mean'st to do, *What pleasures shall he ever find? 2. What statesmen scheme, and soldiers work, What though the chilly wide-mouth'd quacking When British Freedom for a happier land, 38. When thou to my true-love com'st, 143. UNBOASTFUL. Bard! whose verse concise yet Wherefore art thou come? 454- clear, 50. Unchanged within, to see all changed without, 197, 642. *Under the arms of a goodly oak-tree, 475. Under this stone does Walter Harcourt lie, 446. *Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy Unperishing youth! 141. Up, up! ye dames, and lasses gay! 186, 437. Where'er I find the Good, the True, the Fair, *Where Cam his stealthy flowings most dis- sembles, 454. Where graced with many a classic spoil, 15. While my young cheek retains its healthful hues, 155. *Upon the mountain's edge with light touch rest-Whom the untaught Shepherds call, 21. With skill that never Alchemist yet told, 458. Yes, noble old Warrior! this heart has beat high, 141. Yes, yes! that boon, life's richest treat, 202. Yet art thou happier far than she, 29. YE Clouds! that far above me float and pause, *You come from o'er the waters, 470. |