The cricket's plaintive chirp; a warning hush O'er all the tender sadness of the scene,- Proclaim throughout our beauteous land the death Of summer's glorious sheen. Soon numbing winter stills the bounding life Now flowing free, and holds in deadly chill The steady upward beat, the march, the strife Which Nature's pulses thrill.
Gleans now in fairer fields and loves thee still,- Grim Death triumphant o'er!
And when the spring breaks o'er that mystic sea That flows so wintry cold beyond earth's strand, There shall thy loved one wait to welcome thee In that blessed Summer-land!
A little while, my friend, a little while, And sullen winter yields his frigid sway, Though now there comes a long and dreary file Of leaden days, and o'er our heads no smile Of the pale, sickly sun lights up our way, Sometime, to you and me
Come hours so bright and free That we can wait, and waiting, sing alway!
Dear heart! be patient but a little while,
For now all things take their long night of rest: Without, the snow is stretching many a mile
O'er desolate hills, whose rocky, ice-bound crest Hold no warm nook, no flowers, nor feathery nest Of gladsome singing-bird,
Whose trills, whenever heard, Awoke in us such youthful, jocund zest.
A little while, dear one, a little while! We only wait the coming of our spring; And though the path be long, let us beguile The way with hope; let Faith bear us on wing So strong she falters not, until she bring, With love's compulsion sweet,
A life so full, 'tis meet [fling. That, watching for that hour, we care to glad wings
A little while, my friend, a little while
The earth bears seeds deep in her faithful heart, In the dark mould they lonely wait, meanwhile, For the glad sun, through the long weeks apart; Then, when they feel the swift, electric smart Of the God's rapturous kiss, That wakes to life and bliss,
O wondrous change! The spring shall come again, Each softly, slowly climbs the other's heart. The blood shall course through man and plant and A rest, a pause, a seeming death,-and then [tree:
The joyous earth shall see
Its soul awaken to a fresher day:
A fuller, richer dawn shall surely come.
A little while, dear one, and we shall bloom: Our lives will find their fulness in the spring Which nature gives to all. Is there not room In the eternities above, for gloom
Take heart, O mourner! Leave the pulseless clay, Somewhat to shadow with its darkling wing
The heart that beat, the brain that ranged at will Ofer fields of thought and garnered plenteous store,
The rapturous flood of joy which love shall bring, When Death has lost his sting,
We soar to find, in Heaven, perpetual spring?
INDEX OF FIRST LINES, ETC.
A baby was sleeping..
A bird sang sweet and strong
A brace of sinners for no good.
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound..
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun..
A flawless pearl.......
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by.. A form not always dark..
A good man there was of religioun.....
A good sword and a trusty hand.. A good that never satisties the mind. A grace though melancholy, manly too.. A harmless fellow wasting useless days.. A life on the ocean wave.. A little bird flew
A little while, my friend, a little while.. A lonely wanderer upon earth am I.. A lonely way, and as I went my eyes.. A lovely sky, a cloudless sun.....................
A man must serve his time to every trade..
A man there came, whence none could tell.
Lover. 507 Curtis. 794 Wolcot. 221 Campbell, 335 ...J. Wilson. 375 T. W. Higginson. 791 Wordsworth. 292 Miss Bates. 923 ..Chaucer. 2 Hawker. 584 Drummond. 50
H. Taylor. 565 ..G. Arnold, 858 E. Sargent. 716 ..E. Sargent. 717
.Poole. 943
H. Coleridge. 498 ..Doveden, 92
Street. 701 Byron. 403 Allingham. 825
"A New Way to Pay Old Debts," Scene from..........Massinger. 48 A nook within the forest.....
A place in thy memory, dearest..
A poet!-He hath put his heart to school..
A rhyme, a rhyme...
A soldier of the Legion...
A song for the oak..
A squad of regular infantry..
A steed, a steed of matchless speed..
A stillness crept about the house..
A street there is in Paris famous.
A sun-burst on the bay.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever..
A view of present life is all thou hast..
A volant tribe of bards.....
A weary weed tossed to and fro. A wee bird cam' to our ha' door. A wet sheet and a flowing sea.. A wild wet night! the driving sleet. A winter night! the stormy wind... A wish to my lips never sprung.. A wolf-like stream without a sound. Abide not in the land of dreams. Abide with me! fast falls the even-tide.. Abou Ben Adhem....
Above the city of Berlin...
...Street. 701 ..Griffin. 586 Wordsworth. 293 Mahony, 598 Mrs. Norton. 646
.Chorley. 642 .Hay. 893 Motherwell. 499 .Mrs. Knox. $45 Thackeray. 696
Sir Aubrey de Vere. 394 Keats. 491 McKnight. 901 Wordsworth. 292 Fenner, 750 .. Glen. 411 Cunningham. 366
Barton. 369 Mowatt-Ritchie. 770 .J. Miller. 914 Burleigh. 705 .Lyte. 445 Hunt. 371 Mrs. Hooper. ST7
Again, O Vine, I turn to thee and take. Again the flowers we loved to twine.. Again the Lord of life and light.. Again the violet of our early days.. Again to the battle, Achaians...
Again ye fields, again ye woods and farms... Ages have rolled....
Ah, Ben! say, how or when..
Ah, Freedom is a noble thing....
Ah! friend, to dazzle let the vain design. Ah, happy day, refuse to go................ Ah, I remember well-and how cau I... Ah, Jennie dear, 'tis half a year. Ah, many a time we look.. Ah me! full sorely is my heart.. Ah my heart is weary waiting. Ah! sweet Kitty Neil.. Ah! what a weary race...
Ah, what avails the sceptred race. Alas! and alas, my sorrow......
Alas, good friend, what profit can you see. Alas! 'tis true I have gone here and there. Alfred, I would that you.... All before us lies the way..
All day the stormy wind has blown.... All hail! thon noble land...
All houses wherein men have lived and All I am sure of Heaven is this.... All in the Downs the fleet was moored.. All moveless stand......
All praise to thee, my God, this night. All quiet along the Potomac..... All round us lie..
All things once are things forever. All thoughts, all passions, all delights.. All through the afternoon..
All travellers at first incline.. All victory is struggle, using chance. Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning.. Aloft upon an old basaltic crag.. Alone I walk the morning street... Alone with God.......
Although I enter not...
Am I in Italy? Is this the Mincius ?.. Am I the slave they say...
An ancient sage once on a time.. An azure sky, a soft, transparent mist.. An' O! may I never live single again. And are ye sure the news is true....
..Home. 937 Dale. 499
Mrs. Barbauld. 228
Elliott. 361
...Campbell. 334 ....De Kay. 933 Blanco White. 325
Herrick. 54 ..Barbour. 3 Pope. 149 Mrs. Spofford. 863 Daniel. 21 .Mrs. Woolson. SSS W. Alexander. 797 .Shenstone. 181 McCarthy. 749 Waller. 674 T. Warton. 204 .Landor. 329
..Shelley. 436 .Shakspeare. 31
..ilallam. 635 Emerson. 593 Miss Proctor. 839 .Allston. 350 died....Longfellow. 632
Patmore. 790
.. Gay. 151 .G. Arnold. 858 Ken. 120 Mrs. Beers. 818 ..R. Rea1ƒ. 860 Milnes, 659 ..Coleridge. 306 A. P. Miller. $55 .Swift. 125
536 Sco't. 299 ....O'Brien. 832 ....Piatt. 864 Miss Clemmer. 891 Thackeray. 696
Rogers, 268 Banim. 504 Mrs. Conant. 895
Poole, 943 Laing, 382 ....... Mickle. 217
And thou art gone, most loved.. And thou hast walked about.... And thou, too, gone........... And, though for her sake...
And what is so rare as a day in June... And where have you been, my Mary..
And where is he? Not by the side. And ye shall walk in silk attire.. Angels of light....
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky. Answer me, burning stars of night... Answer me: Peace or Love..
April! April! are you here.. Artevelde and Elena...
As a fond mother....
As a twig trembles which a bird. As at their work two weavers sat. As die the embers on the hearth...
PAGE ..Allston, 350
.H. Smith. 352
..Lowell. 763 ..Howitt. 596 ..Neele. 533
Miss Blamire. 233
Miss Procter. S05 Emerson, 592 Mrs. Hemans. 448 .Home. 937
D. R. Goodale, 942 ...H. Taylor. 567 Longfellow. 632 Lowell. 764 H. More. 229 ..Jackson. 776
As dyed in blood the streaming vines appear....Miss Bates. 923
As fearless as a cherub's rest..... As I came down through Cannobie.
As I was walking all alane...
As I went forth to take the air..
As little children running on before.
As near Porto-Bello lying..
As one arranges in a single vase..
As one who, destined from his friends to part.. As one who leaves a prison cell..... As on my bed at dawn...
As Rochefoucault his maxims drew.. As ships becalmed at eve that lay.. As swayeth in the summer wind.. As sweet as the breath that goes..
As when a little child..
As when on Carmel's sterile steep.
.Miss Bates. 924 Glover. 179 Bethune, 610 ... Roscoe. 244 Conant. 880 .C. T. Turner. 649 ...Swift. 124 .Clough. 754 ..Mrs. Gustafson. 906 Aldrich. SGS ..A. P. Miller. 885
As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night..
Ask me no more where Jove bestows...
Ask me why I send you here ...
..J. H. Bryant. 627
. Pope. 150 Akenside. 187 .Tennyson. 681 ...Carew. 53 .Herrick. 57
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning.. Brother, my arm is weaker...
Bruised and bleeding, pale and weary.............. Buckingham delineated as Zimri.. Busk ye, busk ye, my bonuy, bonny bride. But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue. But most by numbers judge a poet's song.. But one short week ago..
But two events dispel ennui...
But who the melodies of morn can tell... But yonder comes the powerful king of day. By cool Siloam's shady rill....
By Logan's streams that rin sae deep. By Nebo's lonely mountain....... By the brink of the river.. By the rude bridge.....
By turns transformed..
..Hong, 1 Symonds, 913 Philips, 19 ..De Vere. 75 Sirmonds, 912 Shakspeare. S „Brownell, 775
Hill, 751 Hogg, 211 Clare, 452 G. Lint. 622 Keats. 493
.... Heber, 964 McKnight, 901
Brooks, 719 · Dryden, 115 Hamilton, 175 ..Landor, S ..Pope, 149
....J. Todhunter. 566 Mrs, Ospond, it
. Beattie, 19 Thomson, 16 Heber, 364 Mayne,
Mrs. Alexander, $36
Cæsar's Lamentation over Pompey.. Beaumont "Caius Gracchus," Passages from.. Calanthe, here!
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren.. Call me not dead when I indeed have gone.. Calin me, my God, and keep me calm... Calm on the listening ear of night..... Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould. Can dissolution build..
Can I see another's woe....
Care-charming Sleep.......
"Catiline," Scene from Croly's.
Celebrity by some great accident..
543 Emerson. 194 ..Churchill, 26
and Fletcher. 4 Mrs. McCord, 676
Banim, 55
Webster. 34
Sears, 679 Milton, 96 ..Symonds, 911 Blake. 20 ..James I. 3
Change not, change not to me, my God.. Chatham, Lord, Character of...
Child of my heart...
Christ, whose glory fills the skies... Christmas is here..
Clang, clang! the massive anvils ring. Clasp closer, arms; press closer, lips.. Close his eyes; his work is done. Columbus, Three Sonnets on... Come a little nearer, Doctor.. Come, dear old comrade, you and I.. Come, Evening, once again...... Come, follow, follow me, you fairy elves.. Come from my First, ay, come..
Comper, Sii
B. W. Procter. $6 ..C. Wesley, Thackeray,
Mrs. Honper. 876 Boker, 19
Sir A. de Vere. 350
Come, gentle sleep, attend thy votary's prayer. Come hither, come hither...
Come in the evening, or come in the morning. Come into the garden, Maud...................
Come, let us anew our journey pursue.
Come, listen to another song......... Come, listen to me, you gallants so free.. Come live with me, and be my love...... Come, oh thou traveller unknown.
Willson, STA# Holines, 63 Comper, M
Praed, 56 Wolcat. 2 Joyce. 82
Davis, Tennyson, & C. Wesley. 176 .......... Aytown. 713
82 Marlowe, 26 C. Wesley, 173
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