FIRST LINES. Ah! who beneath this lonely heap, A beam of tranquillity smil'd in the west, Page 123 347 298 320 322 43 Alas! I am an Orphan Boy, 208 All thoughts, all passions, all delights, 304 And thou hast walk'd about, (how strange a story 368 And where is he? not by the side, 116 Arise, arise, thou Queen of love! 75 Art thou a thing of mortal birth, 51 Ask me no more where Jove bestows, A scene like this can seldom fail to please, 148 A slender tree upon a height in lonely beauty towers, 351 At the silence of twilight's contemplative hour, 58 Autumn, I hail thy steps! 65 A Warrior so bold, and a Virgin so bright, 272 Behold, forth issuing from his azure domes, 63 6 Beneath the beech whose branches bare, 217 Beneath the tall turrets that nod o'er the dell, Bring me a garland, bring me a wreath, 82 Clos'd is the book, the tale is o'er, 308 291 250 361 |