Song: "A Weary Lot is Thine, Fair Maid" Song: Brignal Banks Song: "There is Mist on the Mountain " The Crusader's Return The Pride of Youth The Song of Harold Harfager To the Memory of Edward. the Black Prince . 130 129 . 158 127 106 124 Fairy's Song. Puck's Song PAGE 32 34 Song: "Blow, Blow, thou Winter Wind Song: "How should I your True Love Know?" Song of the Fairies Song: "Tell me, where is Fancy Bred Song: "Under the Greenwood Tree " SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE. The Cloud Winter SOUTHEY, ROBERT. The Inchcape Rock TENNYSON, ALFRED. Break, Break . 147 340 New Year's Eve. From "In Memoriam " 339 347 The Dream of Argyle WHITTIER, JOHN Greenleaf. Barbara Frietchie In School-Days. WILLSON, FORCEYTHIE. The Old Sergeant. WOLFE, CHARLES. Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM. She was a Phantom of Delight 227 359 320 . 362 132 . 154 WOTTON, SIR HENRY. Character of a Happy Life INDEX OF FIRST LINES. chieftain to the Highlands bound A mist was driving down the British Channel A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay As slow our ship her foamy track At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise A wet sheet and a flowing sea A widow bird sate mourning for her Love Breathes there the man, with soul so dead Bring the bowl which you boast By the rude bridge that arched the flood Come hither, Evan Cameron Come unto these yellow sands Leep on the convent-roof the snows Earthly arms no more uphold him Fair daffodils, we weep to see Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong Fear no more the heat o' the sun From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony God makes sech nights, all white an' still 107 36 57 28 323 13 Hail to the chief who in triumph advances! Happy the man whose wish and care 96 42 77 79 297 311 300 294 133 . 280 62 Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay He is gone on the mountain. In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow In Xanadu did Kubla Khan I remember, I remember I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he Is there, for honest poverty It don't seem hardly right, John It is not growing like a tree It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side PAGE 326 Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band 63 Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the northwest died away 201 No stir in the air, no stir in the sea Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note . 147 . 132 120 34 136 139 183 heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale 113 187 |