Margaret's beauteous-Grecian arts. My soul, there is a country My true love hath my heart, and I have his Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note No! those days are gone away. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger O'er the level plains, where mountains greet me as I go Of all the girls that are so smart O, fly my soul! What hangs upon O happy dames, that may embrace Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom Oh! what a pain is love O mistress mine! where are you roaming. One silent night of late Queen and huntress, chaste and fair. Ring out your bells, let mourning shews be spread. See the chariot at hand here of Love. Shall I, wasting in despair. She dwelt among the untrodden ways PAGE 75 27 82 69 103 198 262 93 200 54 84 II Still to be neat, still to be drest 77 Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright 124 Tell me where is fancy bred The earth late choked with flowers The glories of our blood and state The sun upon the lake is low The twentieth year is well nigh past. The world's a bubble; and the life of man They are all gone into the world of light 146 56 31 129 133 168 229 239 247 209 185 43 153 228 Tiger, tiger, burning bright To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Under the greenwood tree. Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying Vital spark of heavenly flame We watched her breathing through the night Weep with me all you that read. What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells When first mine eyes did view and mark When I a verse shall make. When lovely woman stoops to folly When Love with unconfined wings When maidens such as Hester die When the lamp is shattered When we two parted Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn While that the sun with his beams hot Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun. Ye little birds that sit and sing You spotted snakes with double tongue |