Gauls, the, probably instructed by Pythagoras, 429, et seq. H. Hegemon, his love for his cousin Praxinoe, 374; his verses Hereditary power, its evils, 423 Hermippos, accuses Aspasia of impiety, 421 Herodotus, his opinion as to the cause of the rise of the Hesiod, unpoetical, 369 Historians, their duties considered, 412 History, the study of, preferable to that of philosophy, 407; Homer, an Asiatic, 364; not mentioned by the earlier I. "Iliad," the, superior to the "Prometheus," 363 Ionia, more beautiful than Attica, 361 Iphigenia and Agamemnon, Dialogue between the shades Kisses, lines on, 420 K. L. Lampsacos, the place of refuge of Anaxagoras, 425; its Life, lines on, 391 Love, transient character of that felt by men, 375; a pre- Lysicles, his account of his travels in Thrace, 376 Lysimachus, one of the leaders of the Samians, his cha- Lysis, lines on, 420 Lycoris, introduced to Aspasia by Pericles, 395; her opinion Madness, lines on, 400 M. Mathematicians, defective in conversation and oratory, 397 Melanthos, unhappy story of him and his friend Sosogines, Meton, the geometrician, ridiculed by Aristophanes, 389; Miletus, more beautiful than Athens, 361; people of, un- Mnasylos, presents Agapenthe with a nightingale, 378; his Monuments, absurd, erected in the temples in Thrace, 376 Musicians, inferior in intellectual power, 396 Myrtis, the instructress of Pindar, 370, 375; verses by, N. Niconöe, the prize of Beauty awarded to, 442; lines on, 443 0. Olive trees, their appearance, 361 further, to be made, ib. Paralos, the son of Pericles, his death, 452 Parrenos, the best painter in Athens, 396; his opinion of Parthenon, completion of the, 406 Passion, terrible effects of, exhibited in the story of Sosogines Peace, probable effects of a long continuance of, 424 Peristera, a friend of Cleone, visits Aspasia, 377 Persia, wisdom of its laws and usages, 407; the custom there Philosophers, their attention to Alcibiades, 377; their evil Phrynicus, his tragedy on the devastation of Miletus, 390; Pyrrha, lines to, 440 Pindar, profited by the instruction of Myrtis and Corinna, Poets, powers of great, 364; when truly praised, 370; their 411 Polus, his Comedy, 384; interrupted, ib. ; his opinion of the Potidæa, the siege of, 442; surrender, 446 Power, a predominant affection of the soul, 378; stands Proxenos, a native of Massilia, introduced by Anaxagoras to Pythagoras, sketch of his career, 426, 428; his doctrines, R. Reason strengthens Religion, but weakens Devotion, 444 Religion, a predominant affection of the soul, 378; often Republics, small, beneficial to larger states, 380; envious Rome, account of its foundation, 408-410 S. Sabines, probable facts attending their connection with Samians, declare war against the Milesians, 396; speech of Samos, preparations for attacking, 398; subdued by Pericles, 400; character of the leaders in, 401; an hereditary Sappho, her poems criticised, 373; lines by, 415; remarks Sculpture, proper materials for, 380; advances made in, in Sewer, vast, at Rome, period of its construction unknown, Sparta, how to be humbled, 380 T. Tanagra, the birthplace of Corinna, 368; hospitality of the Teres, a Thracian prince, 376 and note; absurd position of his statue, ib. Theatre at Athens, the, described, 362; courtesy of the spec- Thucydides visits Pericles and Aspasia, 412; his history, Transmigration of souls, unreasonable, 428 V. Venus, worshipped as the Goddess of Fortune, 381; golden W. War, lines on, 398; should be superseded by arbitra- Wisdom of ancient nations, 407 TABLE OF FIRST LINES OF MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. A. Absent is she thou lovest? be it so; (182) 650 Again, my soul, sustain the mournful page! (On reading in Against the rocking mast I stand, (90) 634 Ah! could I think there's nought of ill (70) 626 Ah what avails the sceptred race, (102) 636 F. Fate! I have askt few things of thee, (221) 656 "Fear God!" says Percival: and when you hear (262) 663 First bring me Raffael, who alone hath seen (155) 647 Ah yes! the hour is come (On the Decease of Mrs. Rosen- Forster! you who never wore (A Mask on a Ring.) (280) hagen.) (205) 653 Alas, how soon the hours are over (283) 665 A little cornet of dragoons, (267) 664 All poets dream, and some do nothing more. (132) 643 All tender thoughts that e'er possest (17) 621 Along this coast I led the vacant Hours (54) 624 665 From heaven descend two gifts alone; (59) 625 From immemorial time (The Nightingale and the Rose) From leaves unopen'd yet, those eyes she lifts, (170) 649 Altho' with Earth and Heaven you deal (To Andrew Crosse.) From you, lanthe, little troubles pass (24) 621 An English boy, whose travels lay (245) 661 A provident and wakeful fear (114) 638 Art thou afraid the adorer's prayer (37) 622 As he who baskt in sunshine loves to go (217) 655 Ask me not, a voice severe (15) 620 As round the parting ray the busy motes (73) 626 A still serene soft day; enough of sun (To a Bride, Feb. 17, A time will come when absence, grief, and years, (46) 623 B. Baronial apostolic sir! (To the Right Rev. Father in God Barry your spirit long ago (To Barry Cornwall.) (306) 671 Beauty's pure native gems, ye quivering hairs! (149) 646 Beloved the last! beloved the most! (36) 622 Borgia, thou once wert almost too august (On seeing a hair of By that dejected city Arno runs (To my daughter.) (294) 668 C. Circe, who bore the diadem (29) 622 Child of a day, thou knowest not (105) 637 Have I, this moment, led thee from the beach (47) 624 Here, where precipitate Spring, with one light bound (83) Heron of grave career! whose lordly croaks (179) 650 I. Ianthe! you are call'd to cross the sea! (26) 621 I can not tell, not I, why she (23) 621 I can not very plainly tell (To Miss Power.) (304) 670 I come to visit thee again, (104) 637 Idle and light are many things you see (275) 665 I draw with trembling hand, my doubtful lot; (Twelfth Children while childhood lasts, one day (For the Album If hatred of the calm and good, (248) 661 of the Duchess de Guiche.) (176) 649 Clap, clap the double nightcap on (256) 663 Come Sleep! but mind ye! if you come without (251) 662 Conceal not Time's misdeeds, but on my brow (To a Conon was he whose piercing eyes (On hair falling off after Could but the dream of night return by day (31) 622 D. Darling shell, where hast thou been, (8) 620 If in the summer-time, O guest, (Another Urn at Thoresby If mutable is she I love, (30) 622 If that old hermit laid to rest (To Miss Isabella Percy.) 301 (670) If you please we'll hear another, (130) 643 I held her hand, the pledge of bliss, (65) 625 I hope indeed ere long (33) 622 I know not whether I am proud, (With an Album.) (196) I leave, and unreluctant, the repast: (Siddons and her I leave for you to disunite (Flowers sent in Bay-leaves.) (257) I leave thee, beauteous Italy! no more (156) 647 Dauber! if thou shouldst ever stray (On a Portrait.) (282) I leave with unreverted eye the towers (202) 653 665 Deep forests hide the stoutest oaks; (252) 662 Does your voice never fail you in singing a song (255) 663 E. Each year bears something from us as it flies, (274) 665 I love to hear that men are bound (34) 622 I love to wander, both in deed and thought, (Guidone and "I'm half in love," he who with smiles hath said (258) 663 In Czartoryski I commend (To Czartoryski, attending on I never knew but one who died for love, (A Mother's Tale.) In poetry there is but one supreme, (On Shakspeare.) (162) 648 In spring and summer winds may blow, (147) 645 In wrath a youth was heard to say, (276) 665 I often ask upon whose arm she leans, (44) 623 I prais'd thee, Michelet, whom I saw (To Michelet on his Ipsley when hurried by malignant fate (Written in Wales.) (195) 635 I rais'd my eyes to Pallas, and she laught, (234) 659 I remember the time ere his ternples were grey, (200) 663 I sadden while I view again (45) 623 Is it no dream that I am he (61) 625 Is it not better at an early hour (284) 665 It often comes into my head (22) 621 It seems whenever we are idle, (232) 659 I've never seen a book of late (279) 665 I very much indeed approve (New style) (242) 660 I wander o'er the sandy heath (86) 633 I will invite that merry priest (Pievano Arlotto.) (253) 662 I will not call her fair, (127) 642 I would give something, O Apollo ! (281) 665 I would invoke you once again, (85) 633 J. Pæstum ! thy roses long ago, (On receiving a monthly rose.) Pass me: I only am the rind (Written on the first leaf of an Past ruin'd Ilion Helen lives, (18) 621 Plants the most beauteous love the water's brink, (272) 664 Pretty maiden! pretty maiden! (261) 663 Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak (69) 626 Julius, of three rare brothers, my fast friends, (To Julius Pursuits! alas, I now have none, (55) 624 K. Kind souls! who strive what pious hands shall bring (On a L. Queen of the double sea, beloved of him (123) 640 R. Remain, ah not in youth alone, (60) 625 Leigh Hunt! thou stingy man Leigh Hunt! (To Leigh (240) 660 Let me sit here and muse by thee (99) 635 Let this man smile, and that man sigh (137) 644 Lie, my fond heart at rest, (12) 620) Life (priest and poet say) is but a dream; (180) 650 Little volume, warm with wishes, (Sent with Poems.) (226) Loneliest of hills! from crimes and cares removed, (Written Look thou yonder, look and tremble, (91) 634 M. Many may yet recall the hours (186) 650 Many, well I know, there are (62) 625 Maria! I have said Adieu (97) 635 Metellus is a lover: one whose ear (246) 661 Michelet! time urges me down life's descent, (To Michelet, My guest, I have not led you thro', 659 My hopes retire; my wishes as before (11) 620 N. Reprehend, if thou wilt, the vain phantasm, O Reason! Retire, and timely, from the world, if ever (122) 640 . Satire! I never call'd thee very fair, (116) 638 Say ye that years roll on and ne'er return? (To the Comtesse de Molandè, about to marry the Duc de Luxembourg.) (290) 667 She I love (alas in vain!) (6) 520 She leads in solitude her youthful hours, (1) 619 Slaves-merchants, scalpers, cannibals, agree .. (Letter- Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throe (126) 642 So, Kenyon, thou lover of frolic and laughter, (To John Something (ah! tell me what) there is (174) 649 Soon as Ianthe's lip I prest, 35) 622 Soon, O Ianthe! life is o'er, (20) 621 Sophia, pity Gunlaug's fate, (Gunlaug.) (81) 627 Sophy! before the fond adieu (To Lady Caldwell.) (168) 649 Stranger, these little flowers are sweet (On Mignionette.) (192) 651 Napier! take up anew thy pen, (To Major-General W. Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane (160) 647 Napier.) (307) 671 Neither the suns nor frosts of rolling years (133) 644 (243) 661 No charm can stay, no medicine can assuage, (185) 650 No, Teresita, never say (To Lady Charles Beauclerk.) (293) No, thou hast never griev'd but I griev'd too; (56) 625 0. O'erfoaming with rage (225) 659 Of late among the rocks I lay, (A sea-shell speaks.) 645 INDEX. The basket upon which thy fingers bend, (On seeing a lady | Unworthy are these poems of the lights (To Theodosia Gar- The blackest of grapes, with a footpath hard-by, (247) 661 The bough beneath me shakes and swings, (50) 624 The brightest mind, when sorrow sweeps across, (178) 650 The burden of an ancient rhyme (140) 645 row.) (295) 668 V. Various the roads of life; in one (173) 649 The covert walk, the mossy apple-trees, (Cottage left for Very true, the linnets sing (153) 646 London.) (250) 662 The day returns again (215) 655 The day returns, my natal day, (112) 678 The Devil, when he made believe (To B.) (230) 659 The dreamy rhymer's measured snore (To Macaulay.) (311) The heart you cherish can not change; (13) 620 The Loves who many years held all my mind, (72) 626 There are some tears we would not wish to dry, (32) 622 There are who teach us that the depths of thought (To There is, alas! a chill, a gloom, (163) 648 There is delight in singing, tho' none hear (To Robert There may be many reasons why, (158) 647 W. Wert thou but blind, O Fortune, then perhaps (98) 635 What, of house and home bereft, (209) 654 When the mimosas shall have made (118) 639 When we have panted past life's middle space (78) 627 Where is, ah where the citron bloom (To my Daughter in While the winds whistle round my cheerless room, (640) 623 Whiskered Furies! boy-stuffed blouses! (233) 659 Who are those men that pass us? men well-girt (To Mathew Who smites the wounded on his bed, (208) 654 There was a spinner in the days of old, (Prayer of the Bees Why have the Graces chosen me (228) 659 These are the sights I love to see: (27) 621 Those who have laid the harp aside (To Wordsworth.) (289) 667 Thou hast been very tender to the Moon, (Malvolio.) (195) 652 Thou hast not rais'd, Ianthe, such desire (7) 620 To gaze on you when life's last gleams decline, (On receiving Tomorrow, brightest-eyed of Avon's train, (92) 634 To our past loves we oft return, (125) 642 To Rose and to Sophy (270) 664 Why, why repine, my pensive friend, (134) 644 Why, O true poet of the country! why (To an aged Poet.) With frigid art our numbers flow (For an Urn in Thoresby Will mortals never know each other's station (141) 645 Park. (100) 636 With rosy hand a little girl prest down (152) 646 Y. Ye little household gods, that make (213) 655 Tost in what corner hast thou lain? (On receiving a Book to Yesterday, at the sessions held in Buckingham, (263) 663 To write as your sweet mother does (169) 649 True, ah too true! the generous breast (190) 651 Two cackling mothers hatch two separate broods (264) 664 You hate amid the pomp of prayer (138) 644 |