INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A BARD, dear muse, unapt to sing.. A is an angel of blushing eighteen... A KNIGHT and a lady once met in a grove... ALAS, how soon the hours are over.... ALL honor to woman, the sweetheart, the wife.... ALTHOUGH I enter not.. AND this was your cradle? Why surely, my Jenny A PRETTY task, Miss S, to ask.. As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping.. As I sat at the café I said to myself..... 300 As I went to the wake that is held on the green.. As on this pictured page I look...... A STREET there is in Paris famous. 106 95 A SWEET "No, no,"-with a sweet smile beneath 48 A SIMPLE child has claims..... “A TEMPLE to Friendship," said Laura, enchanted...... INDEX. Do you remember when you heard.... PAGE 250 ERE the moon the East has crimsoned ...... FATHER! the little girl we see... FILL the goblet again! for I never before.... FOR many a winter in Billiter-lane. 256 GOOD-NIGHT? ah! no; the hour is ill.. GOOD pastry is vended.... 151 Go-you may call it madness, folly.... 246 HIERE on my desk it lies. HERE, where the beech-nuts drop among the grasses.... 347 210 He stood, a worn-out City clerk..... ... 176 I ASKED my fair one happy day .............. 253 I'D "read" three hours. Both notes and text.. 219 If every flower's an emblem, as you say.. 393 IF I were you, when ladies at the play, sir. 197 If this should fail, why then I scarcely know, 205 If you've nothing, dear, to tell me. 389 I KNOW not of what we pondered I'LL tell you a story that's not in Tom Moore... I LOVE to hear thine earnest voice.. I'm in love with neighbor Nelly.... I'M often asked by plodding souls. IN London I never know what I'd be at. INDEX. I REMEMBER the time ere his temples were grey 1 SAW him once before..... IT cannot be said I've no love... I THINK, whatever mortals crave.. IT ripen'd by the river banks... It's a singular fact that whenever I order.. I'VE a sweetheart blithe and gay.... JENNY kissed me when we met.. LADY, very fair are you.... LAST year I trod these fields with Di.. LAUGH on, fair Cousins, for to you... MADAM, you are very pressing..... PAGE 36 324 75 342 21 166 360 350 ... 266 332 163 28 71 278 291 120 282 261 394 81 298 344 145 67 Now o'er the landscape crowd the deepening shades..... 183 INDEX. On this Tree if a nightingale settles and sings POOR Rose! I lift you from the street. REASON, and Folly, and Beauty, they say...... PAGR 357 232 359 49 SHE has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool.. 47 SHE passed up the aisle on the arm of her sire... SHE'S jealous! Am I sorry? No!.. SHE then must once have looked, as I.. SIR POET, ere you crossed the lawn.. TAKE my cloak--and now fix my veil, Jenny. THE time I've lost in wooing.. THE wind and the beam loved the rose. THE wisest of the wise..... 154 158 234 225 167 .. 253 269 . 310 368 387 155 339 320 142 263 325 87 294 373 308 45 281 38 THEY may talk of love in a cottage.. THEY nearly strike me dumb... 358 135 |