ALBUM VERSES. Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed 399 -W. C. Bryant. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Ever your friend Till time shall end: -C. Kingsley. Throughout this world of joy and sorrow, Your smile may make, For your dear sake, THE FAREWELL TO MY HARP. TOM MOORE. Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone, FIRST LINES. ∞ PAGE. A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun. -291 95 -323 383 A night without of wind and rain.... ..365 A short June night, now brightening fast to dawn.. 391 A smile of hope from those we love.......... 397 A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers.... -149 Afar in the gleaming Orient, the amber gates swing wide ..181 Ah! swan of slenderness, dove of tenderness.. -246 And thou art dead, as young and fair.... .327 An old farm-house, with meadows wide. ..101 Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever.. -185 26 .399 87 Beware the bowl! though rich and bright.......... -396 ..165 Blest pair of syrens, pledges of heaven's joy -275 .226 Breathes there the man, with soul so dead.. 167 Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee... 400 God speaks to hearts of men in many ways. -123 God willed: I was. What he had planned I wrought.. 95 Go, lovely rose! 29 Green be the turf above thee... 252 Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings---- -226 High walls and huge the body may confine.... 242 How sweet it were, if without feeble fright.. 28 FIRST LINES. I could not love thee, dear, so much.... 403 397 1 count myself in nothing else so happy-- 195 I know not what awaits me.. .161 I lay me down to sleep, with little thought of care 63 I sit to-night as audience to my thoughts.. .105 I was not, and I was conceived.. I'd mourn the hopes that leave me.. If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song-- If I had known in the morning- 95 78 293 .371 75 If in one poor bleeding bosom.. -203 If there should come a time as well there may. 49 If thou dost bid thy friend farewell....... ..378 In olden time there lived a king 76 In the dome of my sires as the clear moonbeam falls... Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom. 35 25 Light after darkness... 241 "Live while you live," the epicure would say. -196 248 Look on his pretty face for just one minute.. - 280 343 Meek dwellers 'mid yon terror-stricken cliffs. My fairest child, I have no song to give you... 333 266 342 .200 .269 25 67 |