Days of my youth! ye have glided away, Page 124 Earth does not bear another wretch, 89 Far from my native land I stray, For ever, from my boyhood, was my mind, 172 67 302 337 Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul, From chambers brighter than the day, From his cot on the plain hied the shepherd swain, From the bright portals of the west, 236 73 314 25 From the climes of the sun, all war-worn and weary, 225 Hail, holy light, offspring of heav'n first-born, Hark! not a breath of wind; no zephyr now, How still the morning of the hallow'd day! 118 145 315 Hush, hush, Eliza-hush, my love, nor wake, I cannot weep, yet I can feel, I climb'd the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn, 9 252 107 228 335 If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, It is the Sabbath day-the day of rest, 128 It was a dreary place. The shallow brook, I wish I had a cottage snug and neat, 245 316 1.30 Know'st thou the land of the mountain and flood, Page 191 Long years had elaps'd since I gaz'd on the scene, Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky, 355 336 247 280 My banks they are furnish'd with bees, My pensive Sarah! thy soft cheek reclin'd, No child have I left, I must wander alone, 165 343 178 November's chill and cheerless power, Not to the grave, not to the grave, my soul, Now Spring returns, but not to me returns, O'er breezy hill or woodland glade, 255 3 Not a leaf of the tree which stood near me was stirr'd, 4 126 344 55 O'er the evils of life 'tis a folly to fret, 376 72 85 226 338 54 177 Oh Wand'rer! would thy heart forget, 33% 349 Oh, yes, the sounds were sweet as those, O thou, whose bursting beams in glory rise, 70 On a wild moor, all brown and bleak, 371 On beds of snow the moonbeam slept, 101 Once, and not far from where those seats are seen, Our bugles sung truce; for the night-cloud had lower'd, 50 Say, lovely dream, where could'st thou find, 221 Say, pensive youth, why heave that sigh, 346 Say, wilt thou write romantic tales, like Scott, She had a form, but I might talk till night, Soon shall I lay my head, Stern winter has fled, Sunk was the sun, and up the eastern heav'n, Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy sire, Page 350 146 157 28 326 163 155 194 289 252 357 11 61 183 101 204 29 276 10$ The breath of Spring is on thee, Aspley Wood! 111 187 The flow'ry May now from her green lap throws, The peak of yon mountain is shining in light, 363 The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower, The scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The Star of eve was bright-down the lone dell, 167 287 The tears I shed must ever fall, The tumult of battle had ceas'd-high in air, There is a voice, of magic power, They sin who tell us Love can die, $29 98 136 352 84 80 17 13 1 323 Think not 'cause men flatt'ring say, This gentleman and I, Thou art looking on the face of night, my love, Though never taught to measure space, Though now the cruel Fates' decree, Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, Thou lone companion of the spectred night, "Tis midnight deep:-o'er all the vacant plains, "Tis the last sweet smile of the evening sun, To fair Fidele's grassy tomb, 288 1.52 To sigh, yet feel no pain, 302 To wed, or not to wed-that is the question, 378 Trust not, sweet soul, those curled waves of gold, 'Twas at the silent solemn hour, 'Twas eve's pensive twilight, the valley was grey, 328 134 35 'Twas night, and weary nature lull'd asleep, 160 "Twas noon of night, when round the pole, 150 "Twas when the seas were roaring, 244 Two criminals, a Christian and a Jew, 380 Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand, 365 When from the blue sky traces of the day-light, When the black-letter'd list to the gods was presented, 260 When the fierce north-wind with his airy forces, 197 95 Where Loch-Mary roars round its mountainous shores, Who is she, the poor maniac, whose wildly-fix'd eyes, 210 59 Why does azure deck the sky? With burning bosom, and with tearful eyes, Ye glorious pageants! hung in air, Ye hills of my country, soft-fading in blue, Ye palaces, cities, groves, forests, and glades, Ye winds, whose sounding pinions sweep, Yes, sweet's the delight, when our blushes impart, You ask me why unseen I stray, Zephyr, whither art thou straying? Page 110 142 78 33 254 285 312 263 37 327 |