Myriad Roses, unregretted, perish in their vernal bloom. Not yet, not yet, the light 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 Lily, with the sun of heaven's O most fair God, O Love both new and old O Summer-time, so passing sweet O wherefore ever onward, Love! O why Oh! love is like the rose Oh no! you shall not catch me in the snare Oh roses for the flush of youth NO. 96 30 97 139 188 134 163 99 124 129 71 222 215 155 161 27 81 120 Others have pleasantness and praise Our love is not a fading, earthly flower Pass, falling rose ! Passing away, saith the World, passing away Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control Rose kissed me to-day Round the cape of a sudden came the sea Seek not the tree of silkiest bark Shame upon you, Robin She reached a rosebud from the tree 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 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 white rose decks the breast of May The world is great: the birds all fly from me The year's at the spring 197 76 This is a spray the Bird clung to To think of thee! it was thy fond request 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 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 sing? I know not why, my friend . "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. EDINBURGH AND LONDON. 143 115 |