Bold knights and fair dames, to my harp give an ear.. 126 Dear, my friend and fellow-student, I would lean my spirit o'er you.. Eternal spirit of the chainless mind. E. 222 387 497 224 304 From the river Euphrates, the river whose source is in Paradise far 514 Hear a song that was born in the land of my birth... 531 How many days, with mute adieu How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank. I. I came to my country, but not with the hope.. I'll bid the hyacinth to blow In Britain's isle and Arthur's days. In her ear he whispers gaily.... I thank you, Mr. President, you've kindly broke the ice.. It is an ancient mariner.. It little profits that, an idle king I weep for Adonais-he is dead!.. L. Lars Porsena of Clusium.............. 321 Lo! here a little volume, but great book.... 10 Lone upon a mountain, the pine trees wailing .ound him.. 342 59 M. Methinks, O sage, a nobler lore than thine............. 349 Mother of our own dear mother, good old grandam, wake and smile. 345 My hair is gray, but not with years...... 224 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains.. 307 My loved, my honored, much respected friend!... 99 0. Oh! once the harp of Innisfail. 185 One struggle more and I am free. 254 On the Sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two. 487 236 O! Young Lochinvar is come out of the West... The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light 344 509 429 There's a Palace in Florence, the world knows well.. 462 This is the month, and this the happy morn.... 14 'Tis done! but yesterday a King.... 245 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock.. 139 'Tis the middle watch of a summer's night. 285 To the belfry from the sun went the ringers one by one 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won. 'Twas in the prime of summer-time. 368 4I 315 Well! if the bard was weather-wise who made. 179 Well, princess, and what found you in this tower?. 183 What's hallowed ground? has earth a clod..... 193 When a deed is done for freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast 503 Who has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere ?.. With storm-daring pinion and sun-gazing eye... 458 Y. Ye distant spires, ye antique towers...... 60 |