VOS O LAURI CARPAM ET TE PROXIMA MYRTE, SIC POSITAE QUONIAM SUAVIS MISCETIS ODORES. CONTENTS THE DAISY TO THE REV. F. D. MAURICE 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 'I HEAR THE NOISE ABOUT THY KEEL' 215 219 219 220 221 221 222 222 223 223 224 'IS IT, THEN, REGRET FOR BURIED TIME' NOW FADES THE LAST LONG STREAK OF SNOW' 225 226 DOORS, WHERE MY HEART WAS USED TO BEAT' 'THERE ROLLS THE DEEP WHERE GREW THE 226 TREE' 227 30 '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' 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' TO THE QUEEN Revered, beloved-O you that hold Than arms, or power of brain, or birth Could give the warrior kings of old, Victoria, since your Royal grace This laurel greener from the brows 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, Take, Madam, this poor book of song; B |