340 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES. tion: Truth hath decreed her joyous resurrec- There are who for thy last, long sleep Shall sleep as sweetly nevermore, Shall weep because thou canst not weep, And grieve that all thy griefs are o'er. She shall arise, she must. For can it be that wickedness hath power Sad thrift of love! the loving breast And yet that vice Should be allowed on sacred ground to Gave up the weary head to rest, plant A rock of adamant? EPITAPH. FAREWELL! since never more for thee The sun comes up our eastern skies, Less bright henceforth shall sunshine be To some fond hearts and saddened eyes. FREDERICK TENNYSON. 341 And through gray clouds give laws unto | A little while-and lo! the charm is the realm, Curse good and great, but worship their own wit, And roar of fights, and fairs, and junket- Corn, colts, and curs the while the - heard; A youth, whose life has been all summer, steals Forth from the noisy guests around the board, Creeps by her softly; at her footstool And, when she pauses, murmurs tender while the Blackbird sings. Down by the brook he bends his steps, | Two golden stars, like tokens from the and through blest, Strike on his dim orbs from the setting A lowly wicket; and at last he stands Awful beside the bed of one who grew From boyhood with him,—who with lifted hands And eyes seems listening to far welcomings And sweeter music-than the Blackbird sings. sun; His sinking hands seem pointing to the west; He smiles as though he said, "Thy will be done!" His eyes, they see not those illuminings; INDEX OF Page Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !) 144 A calm and lovely paradise. A chieftain, to the Highlands bound A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun.. A face that should content me wondrous 4 A floating, a floating.. All before us lies the way All powers of the sea and air. All the rivers run into the sea. 301 139 146 Begone dull care.... 11 18 202 252 306 108 138 323 7 333 141 46 305 | A weary lot is thine, fair maid.. Beat on, proud billows; Boreas, blow. Beneath an Indian palin a girl 262 83 woven..... 173 Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Doug- Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen Bright image of the early years Page 144 261 121 181 193 176 53 Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride. 237 By the flow of the inland river............ 323 ........ 39 203 20 181 214 175 16 233 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm...... 247 273 290 Come live with me, and be my love.. 4 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged; 't is 170 Come, Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of 6 Comes something down with eventide.. 238 330 Come with a smile, when come thou must. 313 59 Cooper, whose name is with his country's 166 250 30 How many days with mute adieu.. I 177 31 20 How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of 38 How sweet it was to breathe that cooler 87 How sweet it were, if without feeble fright 144 34 God makes sech nights, all white an' still. God of the earth's extended plains! I guess.. 48 146 176 16 123 316 135 174 216 45 321 21 101 146 16 259 5 263 Had I a heart for falsehood framed Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings star...... Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill.. He kept his honesty and truth He meets, by heavenly chance express.... He's gane, he 's gane! he 's frae us torn.. He that of such a height hath built his 89 225 71 162 277 259 5 219 204 79 75 127 16 109 221 107 202 282 106 my childhood... Howe'er the wheels of Time go round 165 253 59 night..... How are thy servants blest, O Lord!.. 14 Hie upon Hielands.... 76 212 High hopes that burned like stars sublime 234 I am content, I do not care. 51 I am old and blind! 237 I climb the hill: from end to end. 196 I, country-born an' bred, know where to I do confess thou 'rt smooth and fair.. I do not own an inch of land.. I dwell in grace's courts.. If all the world and love were young. 294 221 186 25 If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song....... I feel a newer life in every gale 211 If he had come in the early dawn.. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness 32 47 If love were what the rose is.. I found a fellow-worker when I deemed I 337 If stores of dry and learned lore we gain .. 136 If with light head erect I sing 143 I have been out to-day in field and wood.. 256 304 I have had playmates, I have had compan- ions... 120 I hear it often in the dark 307 I knew a Princess: she was old.. 303 254 179 180 307 200 I know not how to comfort thee I know not if or dark or bright I know not that the men of old.. 147 .. I know not what shall befall me... I like a church, I like a cowl.... I never loved ambitiously to climb. 924 26 274 10 5 339 I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone. 137 168 I love to wander through the woodlands In this sad hour, so still, so late In winter, when the rain rained cauld. I said to Sorrow's awful storm... 993 I'm sitting on the stile, Mary 163 I'm wearin' awa', Jean.... 8B In Athens, when all learning centred there 326 318 183 247 313 208 307 24 337 148 821 156 I say to thee, do thou repeat.. 241 sought thee round about, O thou my God 26 Is there a whim-inspired fool. Is this a fast, to keep. 83 It chanceth once to every soul. It fell about the Martinmas It fell about the Martinmas time.. I saw a man, by some accounted wise.. I saw two clouds at morning 165 286 24 I thought of thee, my partner and my guide 103 31 It is done!.... 13 It is not growing like a tree......... 194 |
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