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Hark, my soul, it is the Lord, 166

He's gone! the glorious spirit's fled 84?

How still the morning of the hallowed day! 189

How strange is the course that a Christian must steer, 244

I asked an aged man,—a man of cares, 10

I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn, 185

I culled each floweret for my fair 199

I had a friend who died in early youth, 1

I hear thee speak of the better land, 167

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain, 244

I saw an aged beggar in my walk, ,...Bn..M 200

I used to love thee, simple flower, • 9

I wish I was where Anna lies, 183

I would but cannot sing 162

In evil long I took delight, 194

In man or woman, but far most in man, 80

It is not that my lot is low 82

It is the funeral march. I did not think, 14

Little grief disturbed our breasts that hour, 12

Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps, 187

Man hath a weary pilgrimage 191

Man like a flower at morn appears 253

Mark yon old mansion, frowning through the trees 180

My father is dead, and my mother is dead, •• 207

Night is the time for rest, 17

Not a drum was heard,—not a funeral note, 213

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness, 86

O heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale? 247

O leave the lily on its stem, i 134

O most delightful hour by man 55

O stranger! let no ill-timed tear, 215

O 'tis not while the fairy breeze fans the green ocean 132

O think, that while you're weeping here, 226

O thou whose beams the sea-girt earth array 196

O why should the spirit of mortal be proud? 19

Of all my race there breathes not one, 71

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Oh! bury me deep in the boundless sea, 220

Oh! for a closer walk with God 92

Oh, shame to thee, land of the Gaul, 240

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, 156

Oh that the chemist's magic art, 155

Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, , 246

Oh! thou who dry'st the mourner's tear, 197

On came the whirlwind—like the last, 23

One morn a Peri at the gate, 102

Our father sits on yonder throne, 229

Outrageous did the loud wind blow, 221

Pale and cold is the cheek that my kisses oft pressed, 130

Parting soul! the flood awaits thee 127

Praise Godi ye servants of the Lord! praise God, 218

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 129

Sad solitary thought, who keeps thy vigils 78

She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, 31

She is gone far away to where seraphs shall sing, 32

Sleep, little baby, sleep, 25

Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright 101

Take one example, one of female wo, 36

Take one example, to our purpose quite 56

The dove let loose in eastern skies, ]00

The grave is not a place of rest, 88

The hour arrives, the moment wished and feared, 67

The lark has sung his carol in the sky 90

The path of sorrow, and that path alone 89

—————— The shout grew loud, 97

The sun parts faintly from the wave, 62

The tempest is hushed, and the eagle is dead, 66

The turf shall be my fragrant shrine, 225

The way was long, the wind was cold, 40

There is yon house that holds the parish poor, 76

They lighted a taper at dead of night, 33

This is my natal day! to me, the thought, 74

Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, 64

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