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TABLE OF FIRST LINES

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VOLUME FIRST.

A Chieftain to the Highlands bound,

And canst thou, Mother, for a moment think?

And it hath gone into the grave of time, .........

And thou hast walked about, (how strange a story,)

And what is life ?-an hour-glass on the run,

As gilded barks that hover near,

At evening when the sun went down,

Behold a meeting scene,

Beneath our feet, and o'er our head,

Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen,

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,

Brother thou art gone before us,

By others, blest with genius' rays,

Child of the dust, I heard thee mourn,

Farewell

, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skics,

Farewell ! if ever fondest prayer,

Farewell to the land, where the gloom of my glory,

Fierce passions discompose the mind,

God moves in a mysterious way,

Hark! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds,

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Hark, my soul, it is the Lord,

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He's gone! the glorious spirit's fled,
How still the morning of the hallowed day!

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How strange is the course that a Christian must steer, 244

I asked an aged man,-a man of cares, ..............

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I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn,

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I culled each floweret for my fair,

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I had a friend who died in early youth,

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I hear thee speak

the better land,

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I pity bashful men, who feel the pain,

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I saw an aged beggar

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I used to love thee, simple flower,

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I wish I was where Anna lies,

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I would but cannot sing,

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In evil long I took delight,

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In man or woman, but far most in man,

It is not that my lot is low,

It is the funeral march. I did not think,

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Little grief disturbed our breasts that hour,

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Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps,

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Man hath a weary pilgrimage,

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Man like a flower at morn appears,

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Mark yon old mansion, frowning through the trees, ...........

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My father is dead, and my mother is dead,

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Night is the time for rest,

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Not a drum was heard,- not a funeral note,

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O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,

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O heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale?

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leave the lily on its stem,

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() most delightful hour by man,

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O stranger ! let no ill-timed tear, .................................

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O 'tis not while the fairy breeze fans the green ocean,

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think, that while you're weeping here,

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Othou whose beams the sea-girt earth array,

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Ob! bury me deep in the boundless sea,

Oh! for a closer walk with God,

Oh, shame to thee, land of the Gaul,

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,

Oh that the chemist's magic art,

Oh! think not my spirits are always as light,

Oh! thou who dry'st the mourner's tear,

On came the whirlwind-like the last,

One morn a Peri at the gate,

Our father sits on yonder throne,

Outrageous did the loud wind blow,

Pale and cold is the cheek that my kisses oft pressed,

Parting soul! the flood awaits thee,

Praise God, ye servants of the Lord ! praise God,

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,

Sad solitary thought, who keeps thy vigils,

She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,

She is

gone

far away to where seraphs shall sing,

Sleep, little baby, sleep, ....

Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright,

Take one example, one of female wo, ............

Take one example, to our purpose quite,

The dove let loose in eastern skies,

The grave is not a place of rest,

The hour arrives, the moment wished and feared,

The lark has sung his carol in the sky,

The path of sorrow, and that path alone,

The shout grew loud,

The sun parts faintly from the wave,

The tempest is hushed, and the eagle is dead,

The turf shall be my fragrant shrine,

The way was long, the wind was cold,

There is yon house that holds the parish poor,

They lighted a taper at dead of night,

This is my natal day! to me, the thought,

Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee,

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