Hayes, Alfred, 323. Holmes, Oliver Wendell, 180, Hood, Thomas, 53. Ingram, John Kells, 214, 269. Jonson, Ben, 4, 242. Keats, John, 78, 150. Lamb, Charles, 121, 238. Letts, Winifred M., 177. Henry Wads- worth, 174, 241, 315. Lowell, James Russell, 7, 142, Macleod, Fiona, 227. Mordaunt, Thomas Osbert, 161. Nairne, Carolina, Lady, 318. O'Neill, Moira, 226. Parsons, Thomas William, 291. Peele, George, 300. Poe, Edgar Allan, 123, 294, Pope, Alexander, 117. Raleigh, Sir Walter, 46, 316. Rossetti, Christina Georgina, Rossetti, Dante Gabriel, 33, Sassoon, Siegfried, 22, 184. Shelley, Percy Bysshe, 137, 189, 193, 209, 275, 276, 279. Stedman, Edmund Clarence, Stevenson, Robert Louis, 8, INDEX OF AUTHORS Tadema, Laurence Alma, 183. Thayer, William Sydney, 203, Thoreau, Henry David, 19-20. Tynan, Katharine, 26, 30. Waller, Edmund, 48, 302. Yeats, William Butler, 61, 98, INDEX OF FIRST LINES A fool and knave with different views Ah, be not false, sweet Splendour Ah, did you once see Shelley plain Alas! they had been friends in youth A line in long array, where the wind betwixt A little hand is knocking at my heart A little sun, a little rain A little while a little love. All along the valley, stream that flashest white . All June I bound the rose in sheaves All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair All things are sold: the very light of Heaven A march in the ranks hard-prest And what though winter will pinch severe An eye whose magic wakes the hidden springs An idle man, I stroll at eve Announced by all the trumpets of the sky. April made me: winter laid me here away asleep 'Artemidora! Gods invisible' As a fond mother, when the day is o'er As I was walking up the street. A slumber did my spirit seal As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay Because God put His adamantine fate PAGE 58 149 92 53 236 97 14 69 252 26 87 285 279 167 162 203 332 32 241 247 315 118 91 217 263 162 20 Because I breathe not love to every one 257 47 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Because I mourned to see thee fall Behold her, single in the field Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead. Can this be thou who, lean and pale Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable night Cauld is my bed, Lord Archibald Child in thy beauty: empress in thy pride Cold in the earth-and the deep snow piled above Come, let us now resolve at last Come, lovely and soothing death Come not, when I am dead Consider the sea's listless chime Dead heat and windless air Dear, had the world in its caprice Does the road wind up-hill all the way Dogs barking, dust awhirling Dost thou look back on what hath been Down in the hollow there's the whole Brigade. Far hence, amid an isle of wondrous beauty 317 185 232 184 214 88 211 25 223 220 327 |