Page- Hope in the Resurrection, .... U.K. White . 113 Hymn before Sunrise, Coleridge . . 227 In memory of Mr Grattan, . . . . Moo,.e . . .,,], ,t Influence of Hope on the Human Mind, Campbell . . 103 Inscription (on the monument of a New- , i foundland dog), Byron. • . .., |, 6£ Invitation to the Young Doddridge . ... 12£ It is not the tear, Moore • . . 142 Lines addressed to a Lady (written after Lochiel's Warning, Campbell . . ( 4-5 Moonlight at the Sea side, .... Anon. ... 15 My Native Land, Anon. . . . , 43. New Year's Hymn • . . Cowper ... 94 O! Land of the Godly Byron . , ,. 143, Ode from the French, Byron ... 33 Ode on the Darwent, Anon, . ... 195 Oh! Banquet not, Moore ... 102 Oh say not that my Heart, &c. . . . Rev. C. Wolfe . 193 On a Tomb-stone in Ireland Anon. . . . 201 On a Youthful Beauty, Rev.C.Wo\fe .194 On hearing that the Austrians had entered ■( Naples, Anon. . ..., ,. 12G| On leaving Newstead Abbey, . . . Byron . . .. 13 On Melrose Abbey Sir W. Scott . ,121 On seeing in a list of new mu:,ic the Wa- terloo Waltz, Anon. . ;„f:y 140 On seeing some late Autumn Flowers, . Anon. . |.." ... S5 On seeing the dead body of a Young Lady, On the Death of a Clergyman, . . . On the Death of an Infant, .... On the Death of King George III. . . On the Death of the Author's Son, . . On the parting of three Friends, . . On the Star of the Legion of Honour, . Our Fathers where are they, .... Preparation for the Battle of Waterloo, . Sketch of the History of Slavery in England, The Destruction of Sennacherib, . . The Lamentation of Mary Queen of Scots, Page. There is a world we have not seen, The "Wanderer's Roundelay, . . ToaMothflying round the flameofacandle, To a young Lady on her return, &c. To my Daughter, on the Morning, &c. . To my Soul, (written in Sickness,) To the Memory of a very promising child, OF VOLUME SECOND. Page. A little spirit slumbers here, v..i.i.i...... 201 A moment pause—ye British fair 140 Alas! I nm an orphan boy, 231 Alas! they had been friends in youth 223 And is it in the flight of threescore years? 163 At summer eve, when heaven's aerial bow, , 103 Away! thou dying saint, away! 96 Aye—down to the dust with them, slaves as they are 126 Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise 155 Be patient yet, my soul, thou hast not long 97 Behold the slowly-opening bud—the infant on the knee, ... 205 Bells toll for peasants, and we heed them not, 132 Blest opening of another year, 200 Calm and warm is the summer sky, 186 Calm on the bosom of thy God, 101 Calm was the eve, and cooling was the gale, 29 Can I forget our childish days? 175 Cease here longer to detain me, 39 Child, amidst the flowers that play 115 Cold, cold lies the sod on a heart once so warm, 107 Darwent! what scenes thy wandering waves behold 195 Day faded from the hill and woo.l, 136 Earth does not bear another wretch 248 Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, 210 Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour 82 Farewell! for I have schooled my heart 08 Fond, fluttering insect, cease to urge thy fate, 180 Friendship! I thought thee once a pleasing thing, 173 God of my life, and author of my days, 77 Gone from her cheek is the summer bloom, 84 Hail to this teeming stage of strife, 240 Hark, how the church-bell's thundering harmony, 151 Hark, what I tell to thee, 174 Page. Has sorrow thy young days shaded? 87 Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star, 227 He lives, who lives to God alone, 91 He who hath bent him o'er the dead, 129 His soul was overcharged with grief, 168 His sword and plume are on his pall, 138 How sweet upon my slumbers break, 162 I cannot weep! I dare not pray! 189 I cannot weep, yet I can feel, 250 I bear thee, O thou rustling stream! thou'rt from my native dell, _ 16o I must tune up my harp's broken string „ 159 I saw her in the morn of life—the summer of her years,.... 146 1 saw thy form in youthful prime, 145 I sigh, and lament me in vain 214 1 stood within a dungeon's wall, 206 If I had thought thou could'st have died, 169 If sorrow's holiest tears could bring, 176 If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, 121 In all my wanderings round this world of care, 156 In parting, perhaps we are breaking a link, 80 Is thy face like thy Blother's? my fair child! 198 It is an easy task, for hearts at rest, 181 It is not the tear at this moment shed 142 Joy is a fruit that will not grow, ..,....i.4.... 230 Last of a high and noble name, 212 Lochicl! Lochiel! beware of the day, 46 Me let the tender office long engage, Ill My native land,—land of my heart! 48 Nay, tell me not of lordly halls 224 Nay, William, nay, not so; the changeful year . 118 Not a leaf of the tree which stood near me was stirred, 237 Not yet, frail flower! thy charms unclose, 123 Now is the time completed, 232 O child of sorrow, be it thine to know, ,......,..u.. 48 O! land of the Godly, how lone and deserted! 143 On Linden, when the sun was low, ......a,........ 41 |