It is not to be thought of that the Flood It is not yours, O mother, to complain PAGE 210 136 308 13 ΙΟΙ 326 It was a' for our rightfu' King 99 I wish I were where Helen lies 77 Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border side. 329 King Philip had vaunted his claims 324 Lars Porsena of Clusium 179 Last night, among his fellow-roughs Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour. Mortality, behold and fear 242 102 15 179 My boat is on the shore My dear and only love, I pray 164 31 away Next morn the Baron climbed the tower Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the north-west died Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note 114 248 172 Now fell the sword of Gunnar, and rose up red in the air. Now the noon was long passed over when again the O born in days when wits were fresh and clear O England is a pleasant place for them that's rich and Of Nelson and the North O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde O how comely it is, and how reviving O joy of creation O Mary, at thy window be Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee. On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred and Othere, the old sea-captain Our English archers bent their bowes O Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west. Pibroch of Donuil Dhu. Ruin seize thee, ruthless King Should auld acquaintance be forgot PAGE 282 126 260 144 I 311 66 31 323 98 100 248 51 165 112 129 80 96 Simon Danz has come home again 228 Stern Daughter of the Voice of God 103 Still the song goeth up from Gunnar, though his harp The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold 150 The boy stood on the burning deck 175 The breaking waves dashed high. 177 The captain stood on the carronade: First Lieutenant,' says he . 174 The charge of the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade. The fifteenth day of July The forward youth that would appear The glories of our birth and state . The Moorish King rides up and down PAGE 239 60 34 20 131 57 258 The stag at eve had drunk his fill. 121 Through the black, rushing smoke bursts Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies Tiger, tiger, burning bright. 30 265 3 94 To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke . 134 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won . 40 When George the Third was reigning a hundred years ago When I consider how my light is spent. When I have borne in memory what has tamed When Love with unconfinèd wings PAGE When the British warrior queen 86 Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimper- ing to and fro 335 With stout Erle Percy, there was slaine 54 Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight 255 Ye Mariners of England 143 Ye shall know that in Atli's feast-hall on the side that joined the house 293 Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more. 21 Typography by J. S. Cushing & Co., Boston. Presswork by Berwick & Smith, Boston. |