VOS O LAURI CARPAM ET TE PROXIMA MYRTE,

SIC POSITAE QUONIAM SUAVIS MISCETIS ODORES.

CONTENTS

TO THE QUEEN

A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN

THE PALACE OF ART

LOCKSLEY HALL

THE MAY QUEEN

IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL

THE GRANDMOTHER

RIZPAH

THE VISION OF SIN

THE TWO VOICES

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THE DAISY

TO THE REV. F. D. MAURICE

NORTHERN FARMER (Old Style)

NORTHERN FARMER (New Style)

THE NORTHERN COBBLER

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MILKMAID'S SONG.

THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER

THE LETTERS

To J. S.

'YOU ASK ME, WHY, THO' ILL AT EASE

'OF OLD SAT FREEDOM ON THE HEIGHTS 'LOVE THOU THY LAND'

THE REVENGE

THIS TRUTH CAME BORNE WITH BIER AND
PALL'

'I HEAR THE NOISE ABOUT THY KEEL'
'CALM IS THE MORN WITHOUT A SOUND'
'TEARS OF THE WIDOWER, WHEN HE SEES
'IF ONE SHOULD BRING ME THIS REPORT'
'TIS WELL; 'TIS SOMETHING; WE MAY STAND'
THE DANUBE TO THE SEVERN GAVE'
'WITH WEARY STEPS I LOITER ON'
'PEACE; COME AWAY: THE SONG OF WOE'
'IN THOSE SAD WORDS I TOOK FAREWELL'.
'AS SOMETIMES IN A DEAD MAN'S FACE'

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'IS IT, THEN, REGRET FOR BURIED TIME'

NOW FADES THE LAST LONG STREAK OF SNOW'

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DOORS, WHERE MY HEART WAS USED TO BEAT' 'THERE ROLLS THE DEEP WHERE GREW THE

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TREE'

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'OLD YEW, WHICH GRASPEST AT THE STONES'

'THE LESSER GRIEFS THAT MAY BE SAID

'I ENVY NOT IN ANY MOODS'

'THE TIME DRAWS NEAR THE BIRTH OF

CHRIST'

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OTHER FRIENDS RE-

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'WHEN LAZARUS LEFT HIS CHARNEL-CAVE'.

'HER EYES ARE HOMES OF SILENT PRAYER'

'O THOU THAT AFTER TOIL AND STORM'

'THO' TRUTHS IN MANHOOD DARKLY JOIN'

'COULD WE FORGET THE WIDOW'D HOUR'

'BE NEAR ME WHEN MY LIGHT IS Low'

'DO WE INDEED DESIRE THE DEAD'

'OH YET WE TRUST THAT SOMEHOW GOOD'

HE PAST; A SOUL OF NOBLER TONE'

'DOST THOU LOOK BACK ON WHAT HATH BEEN

'I DREAM'D THERE WOULD BE SPRING NO MORE'

'SWEET AFTER SHOWERS, AMBROSIAL AIR'

'HOW PURE AT HEART AND SOUND IN HEAD'

'MY LOVE HAS TALK'D WITH ROCKS AND

TREES'

RISEST THOU THUS, DIM DAWN, AGAIN'

'RING OUT, WILD BELLS, TO THE WILD SKY'

'O LIVING WILL THAT SHALT ENDURE

TO THE QUEEN

Revered, beloved-O you that hold
A nobler office upon earth

Than arms, or power of brain, or birth Could give the warrior kings of old,

Victoria, since your Royal grace
To one of less desert allows

This laurel greener from the brows
Of him that utter'd nothing base;

And should your greatness, and the care That yokes with empire, yield you time To make demand of modern rhyme

If aught of ancient worth be there;

Then while a sweeter music wakes,
And thro' wild March the throstle calls,
Where all about your palace-walls
The sun-lit almond-blossom shakes-

Take, Madam, this poor book of song;
For tho' the faults were thick as dust
In vacant chambers, I could trust
Your kindness. May you rule us long,

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