My little love, do you remember. 236 Now I heard Oh, who shall sing of Life and not of Ill? 'O never shall any one find you then!' Now, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping Now the earth in fields and hills. Now then, take your seats! for Glasgow and the North O Nature! thou whom I have thought to love O Night of death, O night that bringest all O perishable Brother, what a World! 'Come away' She lived in the hovel alone, the beautiful child Slips of a kid-skin deftly sewn So he wrote, the old bard of an old magazine. Sweet, sweet it was to sit in leafy Forests. Sweet Valentine, dear lady mine. 167 25 138 324 62 240 219 218 22 40 217 242 317 155 97 251 248 76 210 275 288 295 28 327 The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept The dead abide with us! Though stark and cold The gift of God was mine; I lost The hours are passing slow Then it was again Then, with weak hasty fingers, Sohrab loosed There's a joy without canker or cark "T is thought Odysseus when the strife was o'er. Too few to guard each passage, and thus ta'en 'T was August, and the fierce sun overhead 'T was the body of Judas Iscariot Vanitas vanitatum has rung in the ears We have loitered and laughed in the flowery croft . When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces 216 323 113 20 40 282 228 285 263 99 195 253 272 116 250 While the Master spake 73 With pipe and flute the rustic Pan 310 Yes, he was well-nigh gone and near his rest. University Press: John Wilson and Son, Cambridge. |