Myriad Roses, unregretted, perish in their vernal bloom. Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods O bridesmaid, ere the happy knot was tied O fair midspring, besung so oft and oft O late and sweet, too sweet, too late O life, O death, O world, O time O most fair God, O Love both new and old O Summer-time, so passing sweet. O wherefore ever onward, Love! O why Oh no! you shall not catch me in the snare Oh roses for the flush of youth On the tall buttress of a Minster gray Oh! were I rich and mighty One so fair-none so fair Only a bee made prisoner Only when Summer's sun is high NO. 96 30 Others abide our question-Thou art free! Our love is not a fading, earthly flower Passing away, 152 6 saith the World, passing away "Princes !—and you, most valorous Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control Push off the boat Rose kissed me to-day Round the cape of a sudden came the sea Shame upon you, Robin She reached a rosebud from the tree Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? Slips of a kid-skin deftly sewn So, the year's done with! Somewhere or other there must surely be Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours Spring,-art thou come, O Spring! Stay me no more; the flowers have ceased to blow Sweet dimness of her loosened hair's downfall Sweet! in the flow'ry garland of our love Sweet mouth! O let me take Sweet primrose-time ! when thou art here The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept The mother will not turn, who thinks she hears The pale sun, through the spectral wood The rose said, "Let but this long rain be past The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep The sea is calm to-night The snow upon the rose-flow'r sits The wanton bee that suck'd the rose The waters are rising and flowing The white rose decks the breast of May The world is great: the birds all fly from me There never yet was flower fair in vain There's a Seer's peak on Ararat, they say To call My Lady where she stood To think of thee! it was thy fond request 209 114 166 192 Up to her chamber window Violets, shy violets! Waiting, waiting. 'Tis so far Walled up in sense we know no general plan Warm whispering through the slender olive leaves We have loiter'd and laugh'd in the flowery croft Were I a breath of summer air Were life to last for ever, love What do we here who with reverted eyes What matter what matter—O friend, though the Sea When Fancy's exhalations rise When first the rose-light creeps into my room When first we met we did not guess When I saw you last, Rose When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year 174 When Spring comes laughing. When the roads are heavy with mire and rut Where art thou loveliest, O Nature, tell! Where did you come from, baby dear ? Where is another sweet as my sweet Who can determine the frontier of Pleasure? "Why do I love thee?" Thus, in earnest wise With all my will, but much against my heart With what vain speculations do we slake Yes! in the sea of life enisled PRINTED BY BALLANTYNE, HANSON AND CO. 4 64 220 143 115 173 86 77 92 151 165 9 14 196 216 III |