Dyywl^w' ikn:l': ;!):''';;M:; flSiO. iV ■ 'i :i:.;.Si IP m i3i;*' " Mill".')'.'!!.!!'.. lAi'.l|il',ii Book 7&n'6 J--i**fe? ...-V 1 '.MRS, HOV^AKD *HULHERT,il Y. A NEW LIBRARY OF POETRY AND SONG: EDITED BY WILLIAM CUL- LEN BRYANT^^WITH HIS REVIEW OF POETS AND POETRY FROM THE TIME OF CHAUCER^^^-^^^^^^^^ REVISED AND ENLARGED WITH RECENT AUTHORS, AND CONTAINING A DIC- TIONARY OF POETICAL QUOTATIONS pictorial an5 portrait Ullustrations New York : THK BAKER TAYLOR COMPANY 33-37 East i 7th Street, Union Square North Copyright, In 1S70 AND 1877, By J. B. Ford and Company. In 18S0. 1S86, 1S95, and 1900, By Fords, Howard, and Hulbert. - , .1 ' PUBLISHERS' PREFACE. Standing by general consent in tlie front rank of its class, since its first issue in 1870, Bryant's "Library of Poetry and Song" is one of the perennial standards. The name " Library," wliicli was given it, indicates the principle upon whicli tlie book lias been made, namely : that it might serve as a book of reference ; as a comprehensive exhibit of the history, growth, and condition of poetical literature ; and, more especially, as a companion, at the will of its possessor, for the varying moods of the mind. Mr. Hryant's broad sympathies and pure taste secured in the original edition a selection at once full and choice. Yet, in the desire to better it and keep it fresh, almost the latest literary labor of his life was a thorough revision and enlargement of this " Family Library," as he was wont to call it ; and since that time it has been again revised, and made more useful by the addition of certain valuable features and representative poems from authors of more recent fanu!. In all this labor, the chief aim of the collec- tion — to present an array of good poetry so widely representative and so varied in its tone as to offer an answering chord to every mood and phase of human feeling — has been carefully kept in view, both in the selection and the arrangement of its contents. So that, in all senses, the realization of its significant title has been an objective point. In pursuance of this plan, the liighest standard of literary criticism has not been made the only test of worth for selection, since many poems have been included which, though less perfect than others in form, have, by some power of touching the heart, gained and maintained a sure place in the popular esteem. In its present form, this " Library " is believed to be the most complete of all the anthologies. I'erhaps the most notable of the new features, aside from the new poems, is the addition to each of the Departments (as "Childhood and Youth," " Love," "Nature," etc.) of a number of briefer poetical quotations under the general head of "Fragments." These, in their careful classifi- cation, include, together with the conijilete poems in the work, nearly every well-known passage and phra.se in the poetical literature of the language. iv PUBLISHERS' PREFACE. being the result of nuich original reading, as well as consultation of Addington, Mrs. Hale, Watson, Allibone, Bartlett, and other collections of such passages, — Bartlett being easily the chief. To make them readily accessible, — either in finding a specific "fragment" or in searching i'or quotations on particular .subjects, — there is also an analytical index, or Dictionary of Poetical Quotations, giving some fifteen thoisand references under alphabetically arranged key-words. The Tublisliers desire to return their cordial tliauks for the courtesy freely extended to them, by wliicii many copyrigiited American poems have been allowed to a]ipear in tliis collection. In regard to a large number of them, permission has been accorded by the autiiors ■ themselves ; other poems, having been gathered as waif's and strays, luive been necessarily used witliout a special authority ; and, wliere ilue credit is not given, or wluM-e tlie authorship may have been erroneously ascribed, future editions will afford opportunity for correction, which will be gladh^ made. Particular acknowledgments are offered to IMessrs. D. AlTLKTOX & Co. for extracts from the works of Fitz-tireene Halleck and from tlie poems of "William CuUen Bryant; to Messrs. Harper & Brothkrs, for poems of Charles G. Halpine and Will Carleton ; to Messrs. J. B. Liri'iNCOTT & Co., for (piotations from the writings of T. Buciianau Head ; to Messrs. Cii.\RLES SruiDNKii's Sons for extracts from Dr. J. G. Holland's poems; to Messrs. Roberts Brothers, for poems by Jolin W. Cliadwick, Louise Chandler Moulton, and Joaquin Miller, besides certain English poets for whom they are tlie authorized American publishers, — Sir ICdwin Arnold, Jean Ingelow, William Morris, the Bossettis, and others ; and more especially to the house of Messrs. Houoiiton, IMiffun & Co., for their courtesy in the liberal extracts granted from the writings of Aldrich, Emerson, Holmes, Longfellow, Lowell, P'lorence Percy, Saxe, Mrs. Stowe, Stedman, Bayard Tajdor, Bret Harte, Trowbridge, ]\Irs. Thaxter, Whittier, and others of their unequalled list of poetical writers. In the present edition, poems from a number of writers, whose chief fame has grown during recent years, or who were inadequately represented in tlie earlier editions, have been included. By way of giving a special attractiveness to them, these poems have been illustrated, — either pictori- ally or by portraits of the writers. In this connection, thanks are rendered to the following houses for ])ermission to use poems by the authors whose names are given : Messrs. HoroirroN, Mifflin & Co. — Helen Gray Cone, Margaret Deland, Edgar Fawcett, Louise Imogene Guiney, Emma Lazarus, Edna Dean Proctor, Sarah M. B. Piatt, James J. Boche, E. B. Sill, Edith M. Thomas, and George E. Woodberry ; The CEXTriiY Comiwxy. — Charlotte Fiske Bates, Ricliard Watson Gilder, Robert U. Johnson, Irwiu Kussell; Messrs. Roberts I^rothers, — Arlo Bates, Emily Diokiusou; PUBLISHERS' PREFACE. Messi-s. C11ARI.KS Scuibnek's Sons, — H. C. liuuner, Eugene Field, Sidney Lanier, Robert L. Stevenson ; Messrs. Stone & K;mbaix, — Bliss Carman, Kicliard llovey, George Sanlayaiia ; Jlessrs. G. 1*. Putnam's Suns, — Elaine and Dora Goodalc; Mr. David Mackay, — Walt Whitman, Charles H. Liiders; The Bowen-Mekiull Company, — James Whitcomb llilcy; TllK FliKDEUICK A. Stokks COMPANY, — Dr. Samuel Minturn Peck and Clinton Scollard; Messrs. Haui'KK & Hkotiikks, — Dr. Jolm Allan Wyetii; Messrs. Macmillan & Co., — William Watson; The W. B. Conkey Com- pany, — Ella Wheeler Wilco.x ; while .some of the selections representing the Dominion of Canaila have been drawn from Mr. George 15. Itobcrts'a Canadian Appendix to " Youngt-r American Poets," edited by Mr. Douglas Sladen, and published by the Cassei.i, Publishing Company, New York. Messi-s. D. Ai'i'LETON & Co. and tlie author have granted permission to insert " The Coa.stwise Lights of Kiiylaml," by Kudyard Kipling, from Lis book of poems, " The Seven Seas." The DouBi.KDAV & McCmiiK Co. and the author allow the in.scrtion of "The JLin with the Hoe," by Kdwin Markliam. In addition to the above acknowledgments, readers will see in the "Index of Authors" reruren(^es enabling them to find the publishers of the works of American writers to whom their attention has been called by any fragment or poem. Tiiis "Library" contains specimens of many styles, and it is believed that, so far from preventing the purchase of special authors, it serves to draw attention to their merits ; and the courtesy of their publishers, in granting the use of some of their poems here, will find a practical recognition. With these explanations and acknowledgments, Bryant's Family LiBUAUY OF Poetry and Soni; is placed anew before the public. In this revised and enlarged form, it represents above seven hundred authors by their best productions. New Youk, 1900. Classification of POEMS AND FRAGMENTS. CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH. 1 Poems 75 co 106 I Fragments : The Baby 107 Early Death 107 Child's Prayer 107 Prophecies 107 Boyish Ambition 107 School Days 107 Work and Play 108 Quarrelling loS Careless Childhood 108 Childish Days 108 Merry Youth 108 THE AFFECTIONS. Friendship. I'OEMS Ill to 120 I RAUMENTS: Friendship .... 120 Choice Friends 120 Faithful Friends 120 Summer Friends 120 Friends to be Shunned 121 Friendship and Love 121 Quarrels of Friends lai Hospitality 121 jsod Counsel 121 QpMPLIMENT AND ADMIRATION. ' ■ ^ 122 to 133 \ JulltS 133 133 91 Charms 133 AfTection 134 fits from Nature 1 34 Admiration 134 "34 Love. Forms ^ 135 to 20: Fragm: Powe. \ and Beauty 203 Love's \ i» 203 Love's Pains 204 Sighs, Tears, and Smiles 204 Shyness of Love 204 Arts of Love 204 Idle Love 204 Discriminating Love 205 Love's Dangers 205 The Sweets of Love 205 Mutual Love 205 True Love 206 Tender Affection 206 Constancy 206 Inconstancy and Jealousy 207 Possession 207 Marriage. Poems 208 to 214 Fragments: Forelookings 214 Warnings 214 Mercenary Matches 215 Possibilities 215 Certainties 215 Advice 215 The Happy Lot 215 Home. Poems 216 to 231 Fragments: The Wife 231 The Married State 231 I nconstancy 232 Completion 232 Home Life 232 Mother- Love 232 Home Pleasures 232 Parting. Poems 233 to 240 Fragments; Farewells 241 Absence. Poems 241 to 247 Fragments: Memory in Absence 248 via CLASSIFICATION OF Hope Deferred 24S Absence Strengthens Love 24S Time in Absence 24S The Unwelcome Lover 248 Presence in Absence 24S Disappointment and Estrangement. Poems 24910 270 Fragments: Fragility of Love 271 False Hope 271 Inconstancy of Man 271 Inconstancy of Woman 271 The Disappointed Heart 271 Bereavement and Death. Poems 272 to 308 Fragments: The Lot of Man 308 Early Death 309 Death's Choice 309 Death-Beds 309 Death and Sleep 310 Fear of Death 310 Death — Conventional and Natural. . . . 310 The Grave 310 The Peace of Death 311 Longing for Death 311 After Death 311 Mourning 311 SORROW AND ADVERSITY. Poems 315 to 344 Fragments: The Lot of Mankind 345 Sympathy and Scorn 345 Disappointed Ambition 345 World-Weariness 346 The Memory of Sorrows 346 The Memory of Joys 346 Bad News 34^ Varied Misery ; 346 Consolation in Adversity 347 Loss of Property 347 The High and the Low 347 Hope in Misery 347 Briefness of Joys 347 Despair 347 Resignation 348 The Uses of Adversity 348 RELIGION. Poems 353 to 394 Fragments: Deity 394 Atheism 395 Preaching and Missions 395 Sin 395 Conscience 395 Remorse 396 Fleeting Good 396 Hell 396 The Devil 396 Respectability 396 Hypocrisy 396 Ecclesiasticism 396 Theology 397 The Bible 397 Belief and Doubt 397 Jesus Christ 397 Virtue 398 Truth 398 Charity 398 Prayer 398 Religious Meditation 399 The Christian Life 399 Heaven 399 NATURE. Poems 403 to 4S8 Fragments: God and Nature 489 1 Country Life 489' Fair Exchange No Robbery 489 Light and the Sky 4S9 Morning 49° Evening 49^ Night 49t The Moon ^ji The Stars 491 The Seasons 492 Sounds of Nature 493 The Mountains / 493 Water • 493 Rain and Storm '. 494 Trees / . 494 Flowers - ■ ■ 494 Animate Nature 495 PEACE AND WAR. Poems 5,oo to 53S Fragments: ' Warfare •/■ 539 Dangers of Peace ' 539 Pleasuies of War ;. 539 | POEMS AND FRAGMENTS. IX The True Soldier 539 I Challenge and Defiance 540 Preparation ami Battle 540 I Defeat 540 ICouragc and Fear 540 [Horrors of War 541 l^riminality of War 541 Peace 541 TEMPERANCE AND LABOR. *s 545 to 55S liCMENTS: the Intoxicating Cup 558 femperance 558 robacco Smokers 558 Labor 559 Overwork 559 Work and Song 559 Prudence 559 Nobility of Labor 559 PATRIOTISM AND FREEDOM. Poems 5O3 to 600 Fragments: The Love of Country 601 Evil Times 601 The Tyrant's Plea 601 Soldiers of Freedom 602 Humanity's Heroes 602 Freedom 602 England 602 Switzerland 603 America 603 The Ballot-Box 603 " Centennial " Echoes 604 THE SEA. Pol'"'^ 607 to 631 Fra'Ments: The Sea-Shore 631 Pe.ice on the Sea 631 |nd Waves 631 631 pd Shipwreck 632 He Low Countries 632 ^Engli I'd. . i. 632 Ari'F' "UlE AND RURAL SPORTS. I' .A 63510670 Fi " I Adventure 670 " - : 670 1 671 Hun: 671 Shooting 671 Swimming 671 Angling 672 Skating 672 Rural Life 672 • DESCRIPTIVE. Poems 675 to 718 Fragments: The King of Day 719 Sunset in the Mountains 719 Indian Summer 719 The Poet's Retirement 719 Eden 719 Athens 719 Rome 720 Temple of Clitumnus 720 The Fall of Terni 720 Venice 720 An Italian Ravine 720 The River Thames 720 Macbelh's Castle 720 Personal Appearance 720 Conditions of Life 722 Personal Characteristics — Women.... 722 Personal Characteristics — Men 723 Moods 725 Battle 725 Panic 725 Distance 725 St. Peter's at Rome 726 The Apollo Belvidere 726 A Lady's Chamber 726 Music 726 Perfection 726 Anthology 726 SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION. Poems 729 to 791 Fragments: The Course of Life. ' Time 791 Life 792 Mankind 792 The Past 792 The Present 793 Fate 793 Youth 793 Manhood 793 Old Age 794 Death 794 Immortality 794 CLASSIFICATION OP TllK Skxi'.s. Woman 795 Mail— Woman 795 t'llAKAlTKK AND Al'llciN. Virluc 7'/' Noble Livinu 797 Duty 797 Honesty 797 Falsehooil 797 Hcnevolc'iue 797 Mercy 79S Folly and Wisdom 798 Good Niilurc and Ufckli'ssnoss 71)8 Fornivcness and Kcsfntmenl 798 Aniliition 79S The Ruling Passion 799 ScK-Conccit 799 Pride and Vanity 7<)9 I'liASi'.s OK Fkkmni:. I'ain :iiid Weariness 799 Remorse and Relribntion 791) Desiiair 800 Fear and Doubt 800 Hope 800 Disappointment 801 Memory 801 PllASI'.S OK FoRTt'NK. Fortune 801 Elements of Success 802 A Prophecy of F.ntcrprise 802 I'overty />. 802 Riches 8o2 iNTKi.i.KiriiAi, Arnvirv. Conversation 803 Argument 803 Oratory S04 The Stage 804 Learniiijj S04 Authors S05 Books S05 Criticism and Satire 806 Poets and Poetry 806 The Mind 807 Philosophy 80S Music SoS Sculpture SiX) TiiK Proi-kssions. The Clergy and the Pulpit 809 Medicine and Doctors 8o<) Lawyers and the Law S09 The Press 810 The Jester 810 PkKSONAI. AN1> Plllll.IC Ol'INloN. Praise 810 Flattery 810 Scandal and Slander 811 Reputation 811 Fame 811 Class and Casi'k. Aristocracy 812 Snobbery 812 Statecraft 812 Abuse of Authority 813 Tile People 813 MlSCl.l.l.ANKOl'S. SoliUule 813 Social Pleasures 814 Manners and Customs 814 DilTering Tastes 814 Quarrelling S15 Tritles 815 Craft S15 Temptation Si 5 Prudent Speech .' 815 Moderation 815 Idleness and Ennui S 1 5. Hang Sorrow! Si(, Night and Sleep Sli> FANCY. PoKMS 819 to 8()- Fkacmknts: ImaginnTlon 867 Conception and Execution sbj Cloud-Visions , 867 The Mind's Eye I 867 Spirits S6S Ghosts of the Dead 868 Witches , 868 Fairies 868 Water Sprites gfiQ Wood-Nymphs , . . . S69 TRAGEDY. I'OKMS Syj to S98 Fracmknts: The First Tragedy 899 Effects of Crime And Grief. . , 899 Portents and Fe irs 899 The King's Enemv 89(> POEMS AND FRAGMENTS. XI Revenge Sgg ForethouKht of Murder 900 Aderwards <)00 The Hardened Criminal qoo Suicide KMS 943 to 1 01 6 ILLUSTRATIONS. Full Page Portraits. 1. William Cullen Bryant, Frontispiece FACING PAGE 2. RuDYARD Kipling . . . xvi 3. The Jansen Shakespeare . 145 4. John Greenleaf Whittier . 158 5. James Russell Lowell . . 424 tacinq PAGB 6. Ralph Waldo Emerson . 589 7. Robert Browning . 617 8. Edgar Allan Poe 714 9. Goethe, at Eighty 825 10. Oliver Wendell Holmes 977 Homes of Poets. Bryant in his Library at Cedarmere sviii Reverse: Poem, "The Dead Master," by Richard Henry Stoddard. Longfellow's Home in Cambridge 45 Reverse: Poem, "In Memoriara," by Austin Dobson. Birthplace of John Howard Payne 175 Reverse: Poem, " Inscription on Monument," Whittier's Home in Amesbury 26S Reverse: Poem, "Whittier," by Louise A. McGafEey. Lowell's Home in Cambridge 544 Reverse: Poem, " Lowell," by Sarah K. Bolton. Home of Alfred (Lord) Tennyson 597 Reverse: Poem, " The Poet," by Aubrey De Vere. Emerson's Home in Concord 673 Reverse: Poem, " Concord," by Susan Coolidge. The Old Manse in Concord (Hawthorne and Emerson) 94(V Reverse: Poem, " Hawthorne," by Edmund Clarence Stedman. xii ILLUSTRATIONS. With Poems by Recent Authors. CbilliboolJ ant) goutfj. A Dutch Lullaby Eugene Field ... To front page 80 Portrait of Author. Photograph by Stein, Milwaukee, Wis. The Witch in the Glass Sarah M. B. Piatt 81 From Photograph of little Gekmaine Rejane, by AiMfi Dupont. Wixos Mary Louise Ritter lOtV " The Boat aud the Birds." Drawn by Thomas R. Manley. The First BLUF.niun James Whilcomh Itiley .... 107 Portrait ol'.Vuthor. Photograph by Patton, Indianapolis, Ind. ILofar. Perfume Edmund \V. Gosse 140 " Latakia, Attar, and Old Wine." Drawn by Harrt Fenn. Affaire r'Amour Margarelta Wade Deland ... 141 Portrait of Author. Photograph in Boston. My Sweetheart's Face Dr. John Allan Wyelh .... l&O Drawn by John Nelson Mauble. A Knot of Blue Dr. Samuel Minturn Peck . . . 191 After Photograph from Life by Moreno. CoNFESSlo Amantis Richard LeGalliennc 228 " My Books in the Twilight." Drawn by William H. Dkake. TiiK House Beautiful Robert Louis Stevemon .... 229 Portrait of Author. Photograph by Notman, Boston. Parting anti Absence. Memory Charles H. Liiders 268 " The Spirit Leaf." Drawn by Harry Fens. Parting Coventry Patmnre 26& Portrait of Author. Photograph by London Stereoscopic Co. xiii xiv ILLUSTRATIONS. !3Er£afactiunt anti Dcatfj. Augury Edith M. Thomas 300 " The Horse-Shoe " ; " Tlie Garden " ; " The Grave." Drawn \>y Haery Fenn. Ik I Should Die To-Night Belle E. Smilh 301 "Memento Mori." Drawn by J. B. Feasklin. Sonobo anil atibcrsttg. Fkom "Sonnets in Shadow " . . . . Aj-Io Bales 322 "Memorials.' Drawn by Hakky Fenn. Life Ella Wheeler Wilcox .... 323 Portrait of Author. Photograph by Eockwood, New York. ISdigion. Faith George Sanlayana 388 " Columbus and the Santa Maria." Drawn by Harry Fenn. Poems Emily Dickinson 389 " The Shadow on the Grass." Drawn by Thomas R. Manley. Nature. The Silence of the Hills William P. Foster 404 "Summer Afternoon." Drawn by Thomas K. Manley. Evening Archibald Lampman 405 "The Great Night Comes On." Drawn by Thomas K. Manley. GoLDENROD Elaine Goodale Eastman . . . 432 "A Fence Corner." Drawn by Hakry Fenn. A Twilight Fancy Dora Read Goodale 433 "Winter Landscape." After Photograph by Berlin Photographic Co., from Painting by L. Matifas. A September Violet Robert Underwood Johnson , . . 460 Drawn by Harry Fenn. The Joys of the Road Bliss Carman 461 Portrait of Author. Photograph by Rice, Windsor, N. S. A Yellow Pansy Helen Gray Cone ...... 494 Drawn by Harry Fenn. To AN Oriole Edgar Fawcett 495 Portrait of Author. Photograpli by Dummei:, Jamaica, L. I. Peace anl) EMar. At Gibraltar George E. Woodberry , . . • 634 " The Sunset Gun." Drawn by Harry Fenn. An Old Battlefield Frank L. Stanton 535 Drawn bv Edwin Forbes. ILLUSTRATIONS. XV liabor. The Man with the Hoe • Edwin Markluivi 552 "Labor." After Jean FRAS501S Millet. Patriotism anU jFrrtliom. Canada not Last William D. Lighthall 570 Venice; Kome; Florence; Canada. Drawn by Harky Fknn. Gifts Emma Lazarus 571 Portrait of Author. Photograph by Kurtz, Ne\? York. 2r[)E Sea. To .A.LL IN Haven Philip Bourke Marston .... 630 " On the Thames." After Etching by G. C. Walters. TuK Coastwise Lights of England • Rwhjard Kipling 631 " The Lighthouse." Drawn by Habrt Fenn. IScscriptibc. The Brooklyn Bridge Edna Dean Proctor 684 Drawn by C. J. Meeker. London John Davidson , . 685 "Old St. Paul's above the Smoke." Drawn by Harry Fenh. Sentiment anti Kcflrrtian. A Fancy from Fontenelle i usiin Dohson .730 Portrait of Author. Photograph by London Stekeoscopic Co. The Wild Ride Louise Imotjene Guiney .... 731 "Straight, grim, and abreast." Drawn by Edwin Forbes. The Booestall Clinton Scollard 766 "Old London Bookshop." Drawn by William H. Drake. For an Old Poet Henry Cuyler Bunner .... 767 Portrait of Author. Photograph by Rockwood, New York. Among the Redwoods Edward Rowland Sill .... 800 " The Columned Trees." Drawn by Hakry Fenn. iFancD. Beethoven's Third Symphony .... Richard Hovey 830 Portrait of Author. Photograph by Rice, Washington, D. C. The Voyage of Sleep \rlhur W. U. Eaton 881 " Fishing Lugger, at Night." After Painting by Emile liii^TON. XVI ILLUSTRATIONS. CoKN Sidney Lanier . . . . "The I'hmied Captain." Drawn l>y Hahky Fknn. VVordswouth's Grave William Watson . . . Portrait of autlior. I'liotograpli by London Stebkoscopic Co. 8G(> Personal. Life-Mask of Lincoln Richard Watson Gilder .... 930 VoLK's Bronze Cast from Life-Mask. By permission of the Centuuy Co. My Portrait Walt Whitnum 931 Portrait of Author. After Engraving by W. J. Linton. J^umoroua. The V-a-s-e James Jeffrey Roche 974 The Bryant Vase. Designed by James H. Whitehouse, of Tiffany & Co., N. Y., the makers ; presented to VVm. Cullen Bkyant, by popular subscrip- tion, in June, 1876, commemorating liis eiglitietli birthday in 1874. Now in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City. Nebuchadnezzau Irxoin Rnsscll 975 " He 's gentle as a chicken." Drawn by William H. Dhake. Manuscript and Autograph Fac-Similes. William Cullen Bryant (three page MS. "The Poet") . . xvii William Wordsworth ... 2 Edmond Clarence Stedman . 74 John Keats 74 Edgar Allan Poe ... 74 John Howard Payne . . .110 " H. H." — Hklen Hunt Jackson 110 Thomas Hood .... 314 William Gilmore Simms . . 314 Lkioh Hunt .... 350 Josiah Gilbert Holland . . 350 Alfred Tennyson . . . 350 Julia Ward Howe . . . 400 Walt Whitman . . . 402 George H. Boker . . . 498 T. Buchanan Read . . . 542 Nathaniel Parker Willis . . 544 John Greenleaf Whittier . 544 Paob Francis Scott Key . . . 560 Oliver Wendell Holmes . 562 Fitz-Greene Halleck . . . 562 Bayard Taylor . . . 606 George Perkins Morris . . 606 Elizabeth Barrett Browninq . 634- John Quincy Adams . . . 634 Jean Inqelow .... 674 George Gordon Noel, Loud Byron 728 Henry Wads worth Longfellow 818 Richard Henry Dana . . 870 Ralph Waldo Emerson . . 872 Thomas Gray .... 902 Harriet Beecher Stowe . . 902 Lydia Huntley Siqournky . 902 John G. Saxe . . . .942 Richard Henry Stoddard . 942 James Russell Lowell . . 942 'trail f'v CoUifr. Kefr;'.-{ii,<;-f fiy curCay •'/ MiCiiin's Magazine. RECESSIONAL. God of our fallxTS, known of old, — Lord of our lar-tlung l)attle line, — I5fnealh whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine, — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet. Lest we forget, — lest we forget ! Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire. Lo ! .all our poni|) of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre ! Judi^e of the nations, spare us yet. Lest we forget, — lest we forget ! Che tumidt and the shouting dies. The captains and the kings depart : Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, — An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet. Lest we forget, — lest we forget ! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not thee in awe, .Such boasting as the Gentiles use Or lesser breeds without the law, — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet. Lest we forget, — lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard, All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not thee to guard, For frantic boast anc happv with it in thv larger life Where Tinu' is not, and the sad word — I'arewell ! Rk HAki) Hfnrv SinnnAKD PufiHs/icfs : Cftar/t-s Scrrfiftfr^s Sons^ .Vt-w I'crit 'Blessings be witli tlicm, and eternal praise. Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares, — The Poets ! who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays '- " Personal Talk. Z^/^^^^-^^^^W-^-^ POETS AND POETRY ENGLISH LANGUAGE [MR. BRYANT'S INTRODUCTION TO THE FIRST KDITIOM] So large a collection of poems as this demands of its compiler an extensive familiarity with tlu' i)oetic', literaturu of our ]:iii,L;uii^je, botli of tlie early and tlie later time, and withal so liboral a taste as not to exclude any variety of poetic merit. At the request of the Publishers I undertook to write an Intro- duction to the present work, and in pursuance of tliis design I find that I have come into a somewhat closer personal relation with the book. In its progress it has passed entirely under my revision, and, altiiough not absolutely responsible for the compilation or its arrangement, I have, as requested, exer- fiised a free hand both in excluding and in adding matter according to my judgment of what was best adapted to the purposes of the enterprise. Such, liowever, is the wide range of English verse, and such the abundance of the materials, tliat a compilation of tliis kind must be like a bouquet gathered ii'om the fields in June, when hundreds of Howers will be left in unvisited spots as beautiful as those wliieli have been taken. It may happen, there- fore, that many wlio have learned to deligiit in sonu: ]iartieular ])oem will turn the.se pages, as tliey miglit th(Ase of other collections, without finding tlieir favorite. Nor should it l)e matter of surprise, considering the multitude of uutliors from wliom tiio compilation is made, if it be found that some are overlooked, es|iecially the more recent, of equal merit witli many whose poems appear in these pages. It may happen, also, that the compiler, in consequence of some particular association, lias been sensible of a beauty and a power of awakening emotions and recalling images in certain poems which other readers will fail to perceive. It should be considered, moreover, that in poetry, as in painting, different artists have different modes of presenting their conceptions, each of wliich may possess its peculiar merit, yet tliose whose taste is formed by contemplating tlio productions of one class take little pleasure in any otiier. Crabb Robinson relates that Wordsworth once admitted to him that he did not nmch admire contemporary poetry, not because of its want of poetic merit, but b(!cause he ]iaple of their time had nothing to do but to attend to long stories ; and Chaucer, who translated from the French the Bomatint of the Jioar. though a greater poet than any of those whom he took for his models, made small improvement upon them in this respect. His I'roi/lii^ atid Cry- sqide, with but little action and incident, is as long as either of the epics of Homer. The Ciniti^rbnn/ Talcs. Chaucer's best things, have less of this defect ; but even there the narrative is over-minute, and the personages, as Taine. the French critic, remarks, although they talk well, talk too much. The taste for this prolixity in narratives and conversations liad a long duration in Knglisli ]ioetrv, since we find the same tediousness, to call it by its true name, in Sliakespeare's VotKS and Adonic and liis f.iinrre. written more than two hun- dred years later. Yet in the mean time the old popular ballads of Englaud and Scotland had been composed, in which the incidents follow each other in t(uick succession, and the briefest possible speeches are uttered by the person- ages. The scholars and court poets doubtless disdained to learn anything of these poets of the people; and the Pandrii< of Cowley, who lived three hun- dred yeai-s after Chaucer, is as remarkable for the sluggish progress of tiie story and the tediousness of the harangues as for any other characteristics INTUODUCTION. .13 Between the time of Cliuiiccr ami tliat (iF Sidiu^y ami S] euser \vc liud little in the poetic literature of our lanj^uajfe to detain our atteutimi. That au(! ]iro(luct'd many obscure vtn-silii'rs, and metrical romances continued to be written alter the fashion nf tlie French and Italian poets, whom Chaucer acknowliMl^ed as his masters. Durinii; tliis period ap])eared Skelton, the poet ami jester, whose sjiecial talent was facility in rliyniin;:,', who rhymed as if he ciiuld not- hel]) it, — as if lie had (inly tn i)ut ]ien to paper, and the words leaped ol' their own accord into reiijular measun; with an inevitable jint;le at. the endiiiirs. Meantime our lan^uane was undergoing a process which gra.du- 'ally separated the nohlei- jiarts from the dross, rejecting the French additions for which there was no occasion, or which could not easily be made to taki^ upon themselves the familiar forms of our tongue. The prosody of English liecame also fixed in that period; the Ihial c, wiiich so perplexes the modern reader in Chaucer's verse, was no longer permittetl to figure as a distinct syl- lable. The poets, however, still allowed themselves the liberty of sometitnes making, aftwr the French manner, two syllaljles of the terminations Hon and ion, so that mdion became a word of three syllables and opinion a word of i'our. The Sonnets of Sidney, written on tlie Italian model, have all the grace and ingenuity of those of I'ctrarch. In the Fdcrie Queene of Spenser it seems to nu! that \vv. lind the English language, so far as .the purposes of poetry re(|uirc, in a degree of perfection beyond which it has not beon since carried, and I sujijiose never will bo. A vast assendilagc of jKxitic endowments con- triliuteil to the composition of the ]ioem, yvl I think it would not be easy to name one of the same length, and the work of a geiuus ei[ually great, in any language, which more fatigues the reader in a steady perusal from beginning to end. In it we have an invention ever awake, active, and apparently inex- haustible ; an allluence of imagery grand, beautiful, or magnificent, as the subject may reciuire ; wise observations on human life steeped in a poetic color- ing, and not without touches of pathos ; a wonderful mastery of versification, and the aptest forms of expression. We read at first with admiration, yet to this erelong succeeds a sense of satiety, and we lay down the book, not unwill- ing, however, after an interval, to take it up with renewed ailmiration. 1 ome heard an eminent poet say that he thought the second part of the Faerie Qiieene inferior to the first ; yet I am inclined to ascribe the remark rather to a falling nlf in the attention of tlie reader than in the merit of the work. A ])oet, how- ever, woiilil lie more likidy to persevere to the end than any other reader, since in every stanza he would meet with some lesson in his art. In that fortunate age of English literature, aro.se a greater than Spenser. Let me only say of Shakespeare, that in his dramas, amid certain faults im- jiutable to the taste of the Engli.sli ])nblic, there is to be found every conceivable kind of poetic excellence. At the .same time and immediately after him ilourished a group of dramatic poets who ilrew their inspiration from nature 44 INTRODITCTION. and wrote with manly vigor. One would naturally suppose that their example, along with the more illustrious ones of Spenser and Shakespeare, would influ- ence and form the taste of the succeeding age ; but almost before they had ceased to claim the attention of the public, and wliile the eminent divines, IJarrow, Jeremy Tayloi', and others, wrote nobly in prose with a genuine eloquence and a fervor scarcely less than poetic, appeared the school of writers inverse whom Johnson, by a phrase the propriety of which has been disputed, calls the metaphysical poets, — a class of wits whose whole aim was to extort admiration by ingenious conceits, thoughts of such unexpectedness and singu- larity that one wondered how they could ever come into the mind of the author. I'or what they regarded as poetic eflect they depended, not upon the sense of beauty or grandeur, not upon depth or earnestness of feeling, but simply upon surprise at quaint and strange resemblances, contrasts, and combinations of ideas. These were delivered for the most part in rugged diction, and in num- bers so harsh as to be almost luiinanageable by the reader. Cowley, a man of real genius, and of a more musical versitication than his fellows, was the most distinguished example of this school. Milton, born a little before Cowley, and like him an eminent poet in his teeus, is almost the only instance of escape from the infection of this vicious style ; his genius was of too robust a mould for such petty employments, and he would have made, if he had condescended to them, as ill a figure as his own Samson on the stage of a mountebank. Drydeu himself, in some of his earlier poems, appears as a pupil of this school ; but he soon outgrew — in gi'eat part, at least — the false taste of the time, and set an example of a nobler treatment of poetic subjects. Yet though the genitis of Dryden reacted against this perversion of the art of verse, it had not the power to raise the poetry of our language to the height which it occupied in the Elizabethan age. Within a limited range he was a true poet ; his imagination was far from fertile, nor had he much skill in awakening emotion, but he could treat certain subjects magnificently in verse, and often where his imagination fails him he is sustained by the ^•igor of his understanding and the largeness of his knowledge. He gave an example of versification in the heroic couplet, which has commanded the admiration of ■succeeding poets down to our time, — a versification manly, majestic, and of varied nu)dulation, of which Pope took only a certain part as the model of his own, and, contracting its range and reducing it to more regular jiauses, made it at first appear more musical to the reader, but in the end fatigued him by its monotony Dryden drew scarcely a single image from his own obser- vation of external nature, and Pope, though less insensible than he to natural bciuity, was still mei-ely the poet of the drawing-room. Yet he is the author of more happ}' lines, Avhich have passed into the common speech and are quoted as proverbial sayings, than any author we have save Shakespeare; and, whatever may be said in his disprai.se, he is likely to be quoted as long LON(}FELI.OW IN MEMORIAM Nee turpe}n sent-ctam Degere^ncc citkata curcntctn. " Not to be tuneless in old nge ! " Ah ! surely blest his pilgrimage, Who, in his winter's snow, Still sings with note as sweet and clear As in the morning of the year When the first violets blow ! Blest ! — but more blest, whom summer's heat. Whom spring's impulsive stir and beat. Have taught no feverish lure ; Whose Muse, benignant and serene, Still keeps his autumn chaplet green Because his verse is pure ! Lie calm, O white and laureate head ! Lie calm, O Dead, that art not dead. Since from the voiceless grave Thy voice shall speak to old and young While song yet speaks our F^nglish tongue By Charles' or Thamis' wave. Austin Dobson American Publishers : Dodd^ Mead fr' Co.. New York LUNGFiiLLOW'S HUMli AT CAMBRIDGE. Someivhat back from the village street Stands the old-/ashtoned country seat. Once~~ah ! once — ivtthin these halls One whom memory o/t recalls^ The Father of hts Country^ dwelt. INTRODUCTION. 45 as the English is a living language. Tlie footiDrints of Pope are not those of a giant, but he has left them scattered all over the held of our literature, although the fashion of writing like him has wholly passed away. Certain faculties of the poetic mind seem to have shuubered fi'om the time of Milton to that of Thomson, who showed the literary world of Great Britain, to its astonishment, what a profusion of materials for poetry Nature offers to him who directly consults her instead of taking his images at second-hand. Thomson's blank verse, however, is often swollen and bladdery to a painful degree. He seems to have imagined, like many other vi^riters of his time, that blank verse could not support itself without tlie aid of a stilted phraseology ; for tliat fine poem of his, in the Spen.serian stanza, tlie Castle of Indolence, shows that when he wrote in rhyme he did not think it necessary to depart from a natural style. Wordsworth is generally spoken of as one who gave to our literature that impulse which brouglit the poets back from the capricious forms of expression in vogue before his time to a certain fearless simplicity ; for it must be acknowledged that until he arose there was scarce any English poet who did not seem in some degree to labor under the apprehension of becoming too simple and natural, — to imagine that a certain pomp of words is necessary to elevate the style and make that grand and noble which in its direct ex- pression would be homely and trivial. Yet the poetry of Wordsworth was but the consummation of a tendency already existing and active. Cowper had already felt it in writing his Task, and in his longer rhymed poems had not only attempted a freer versification than that of Pope, but had clothed his thoughts in tlie manly Englisli of the better age of our poetry. Percy's Beliques had accustomed English readers to perceive the extreme beauty of the old ballads in their absolute simplicity, and siiown how much superior these were to such productions as Percy's own Hermit of Warkworth and Goldsmith's Edioin and Angelina, in their feeble elegance. Burns's inimitable Scottisli poems — his Englisli verses are tumid and wordy — had tauglit the same lesson. We may infer that the genius of Wordswortii was in a great degree influenced by these, just as he in his turn contributed to form the taste of those who wrote after him. It was long, however, before he reached the eminence which he now liolds in the estimation of the literary world. His Lyrical Ballads, published about the close of the last century, were at first little read, and of those who liked them there were few who were not afraid to express their admiration. Yet his fame has slowly climbed from stage to stage until now his influence is perceived in all the English poetry of the day. If this were the place to criticise his poetry, I should say, of his more stately poems in blank verse, that they often lack compression, — that the thought suffers by too great expansion. Wordsworth was unnecessarily afraid of being epigrammatic. He abhorred what is called a point as much as Dennis is said 46 INTRODUCTION. to have abhorred a pun. Yet I must own that even his most diffuse amplifi- cations have in them a certain grandeur that fills the mind. At a somewhat later period arose the poet Keats, who wrote in a manner which carried the reader back to the time when those charming passages of lyrical enthusiasm were produced which we occasionally find in the plays of Shakespeare, in those of Beaumont and Fletcher, and in Milton's Comus. The verses of Keats are occasionally disfigured, especially in his Enclymion, by a flatness almost childish, but in the finer passages they clothe the thought in the richest imagery and in words each of which is a poem. Lowell has justly called Keats " over-languaged," but there is scarce a word that we should be willing to part with in his Ode to the Nightingale, and that on a Grecian Urn, and the same thing may be said of the greater part of his Hyperion. His poems were ridiculed in the Edinburgh Eeview, but they survived the ridicule, and now, fifty years after their first publication, the poetry of the present day, by certain resemblances of manner, testifies to the admiration with which he is still read. The genius of Byron was of a more vigorous mould than that of Keats ; but notwithstanding Ids great popularity and the number of his imitators at one time, he made a less permanent impression on the character of English poetry. His misanthropy and gloom, his scoffing vein, and the fierceness of his animosities, after the first glow of admiration was over, had a repellent effect upon readers, and made them turn to more clieerful strains. Moore had in his time many imitators, but aU his gayety, his brilliant fancy, his somewhat feminine graces, and the elaborate music of his numbers, have not saved him from the fate of being imitated no more. Coleridge and Southey were of the same school with Wordsworth, and only added to the effect of his example npon our literature. Coleridge is the author of the two most perfect poetical translations which our language in his day could boast, those of Schiller's Piccolomini and Death of Wallenstein, in which the English verse falls in no respect short of the original German. Southey divides with Scott the honor of writing the first long narrative poems in our language which can be read without occasional weariness. Of the later poets, educated in part by the generation of authors which produced Wordsworth and Byron and in part by each other, yet possessing their individual peculiarities, I should perhaps speak with more reserve. The number of those wlio are attempting to win a name in this walk of literature is great, and several of them have already gained, and through many years held, the public favor. To some of them will be assigned an enduring station among the eminent of their class. There are two tendencies by which the seekers after poetic fame in our day are apt to be misled, through both the example of others and the applause of critics. One of these is the desire to extort admiration by striking novelties INTRODUCTION. 47 of expression ; and the other, the ambition to distinguish themselves by subtleties of thought, remote from the common apprehension. With regard to the first of these I have only to say what has been often said before, that, however favorable may be the idea which this lu.\uriance of poetic imagery and of epitliet at first gives us of the author's talent, our admiration soon exhausts itself We feel that the thouglit moves heavily under its load of garments, some of which perhaps strike us as tawdry and others as ill-fitting, and we lay down the book to take it up no more. The other mistake, if I may so call it, deserves more attention, since we find able critics speaking with high praise of passages in tlie poetry of the day to which the general reader is puzzled to attach a meaning. This is often the case when the words tliemselves seem simple enough, and keep within the range of the Saxon or household element of our language. Tlie obscurity lies sometimes in the phrase itself, and sometimes in the recondite or remote allusion. I will not say that certain minds are not affected by this, as others are by verses in plainer English. To the few it may be genuine poetry, although it may be a riddle to the mass of readers. I remember reading somewhere of a mathematician who was affected with a sense of sublimity by the happy solution of an algebraical or geometrical problem, and I have been assured by one who devoted himself to the science of mathematics that the phenomenon is no uncommon one. Let us beware, therefore, of assigning too narrow limits to the causes which produce the poetic exaltation of mind. The genius of tliose who write in this manner may be freely acknowledged, but they do not w rite for mankind at large. To me it seems that one of the most important requisites for a great poet is a luminous style. The elements of poetry lie in natural objects, in the \'icissitudes of human life, in the emotions of tlie human heart, and the rela- tions of man to man. He who can present them in combinations and lights which at once affect the mind with a deep sense of their truth and beauty is tiie poet for his own age and the ages that succeed it. It is no disparagement ■either to his skill or his power tliat he finds them near at hand ; the nearer they lie to the common track of tlie human intelligence, the more certain is lie of the sympathy of his own generation, and of those which shall come after him. The metaphysician, the subtile thinker, the dealer in abstruse specula- tions, whatever his skill in versification, misapplies it when he abandons the more convenient form of prose and perplexes himself with the attempt to express his ideas in poetic numbers. Let me say for the poets of the present day that in one important respect they have profited by the example of their immediate predecessors ; they have learned to go directly to nature ibr their imagery, instead of taking it from what had once been regarded as the common stock of the guild of poets. I liax'e often had occasion to verify this remark with no less delight than surprise 48 INTRODUCTION. on meeting in recent verse new images in their luitaniisliud lustre, like cuius fresh from the mint, unworn and unsoiled by pas.sing from pocket to pocket. It is curious, also, to observe how a certain set of liackneyed plirases, whicii Leigii Hunt, I beliovo, was tlie first to ridicule, and which were once used for the con- venience of rounding out a line or supplying a rliyme, have disappeared from our poetry, and how our blank verse in the hands of the most popular writers has droiipud its stiff Latinisms and all the awkward distortit)ns resorted to by, those who thought tliat by ])utting a sentence out of its proper shape they were writing like Milton. I have now brought this brief survey of the progress of our poetry down to the present time, and refer the reader, for samples of it in the dilferent stages of its existence, to those which are set before him in this volume. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT, INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES. ADAMS, JOHN QUINCY. (juiiity, M.T,s,. 1767-1848. Page The Wants of Man 732 ADAMS. SARAH FLOWER. '■ Nearer, my God, to thee" .... 373 ADDISON. JOSEPH. Ln^liiml, 1673-1719. Sempronius*3 Speech for War {Caio) . . 570 Soliloquy: On Immortality (C^/'(') . . 759 "The spacious firmament on high " {Spectator') 376 From: — Campaign, The, 539; ("ato, 310, 601, t'3'i 79'ii 799t ^00, 802 ; Letter from Italy, 807; Speciator, The, 724. AKENSIDE, MARK. kni:l^it.'l, i7-^c- 1770. Deliglus of Fancy {Pleasures of Imagination) 819 "The shape alone let otiiers prize " . . 129 Virtuoso, The 946 /"rijw ; — I'leasures of the Imagination . . 814 AKERMAN. LUCY EVELINA. AriR-rii .1. " Nothing but leaves " 370 ALDRICH, THOMAS BAILEY. I'onsmoiilii. N. H.. I.. 1836. After the Rain 43© Bahy Hell 79 Before the Rain 427 Inta^ilio Head of Minerva, On an . . . 749 Publishers ! Hnuylitnn. Mimiii, A Co.. Boston. ALEXANDER. CECIL FRANCES (Mrs.) Ireland, 18^3-1805. Burial of Moses 383 ALFORD, HENRY. iintflaiid, 18IU-1J.71. " Rise, said the Master, come unto the feast " 301 ALGER, WILLIAM ROUNSEVILLE. Freetown, M.iss.. Ii. 1821. Partine Lovers, The {Front the Chinese) . 236 *'Ti) Heaven aiwroaclied a Sufi Saint '* (■^'';l.iiul, I.S74- "<>«> Address to the Nightingale .... 4S0 BARON, ROBERT. l-.Ut;!.iiul, b, about 1630. /^»vwj ; — Mirza 3>2 BARRETT, EATON STANNARD. Eii^tliiiut. 1785- 1820. From : — Woman : Her Character and Influence 795 BARRY. MICHAEL JULAND. From : — " The Dublin Nation," Sept. 28, 1844 . 602 BARTON, BERNARD. Iii>;limil. 17.^4-1840. Hruce and the Spider 573 Caractacus 57' " Not ours the vows" 213 Sea, The 607 BASSE. WILLIAM. lii)>>l'iiKl. ibij- if>4'^- y^fvw .' — On Shakespeare .... 939 BAXTER, RICHARD. From : — Love breathing Thanks and Praise . s^s BAYLY, THOMAS HAYNES. 1-Ii>:l:iiui. 1707 -iSW. The Mistletoe Bough S91 From : — ls.\c of Beauty, 248; The Pilot, 632 ; The Rose that all are praising, 205 ; Why don't the men propose ? 214. BEATTIE, JAWES. Scotl.-uul. 171=;- liSoi. Hermit, The 737 Morning ( //it- Mnistrel ) . . . . 409 /*>vwi ; — I'he Minstrel. 493, 559, S12. BEAUMONT, FRANCIS. l£ngl.nirl, 158&- 1016. From: — Humorous Lieutettant, 310 ; Letter to Ben Jonson, 939. BEAUMONT, FRANCIS, and FLETCHER, JOHN. Ln^l;iiiij, 15S0-1616. ami 1576-1035. Folding the Flocks 469 '* Hence, all ye vain delights" (:V/Vrf Valour) 315 From: — .\ King and no King. 395; Chaucer. So'j; Faitliful Shei^hcrdess, 134; Four Plavs in One : The Trunnpit of Honor, 34S : Knight of Malta. 204; Love's Cure, 107, 815: Wit without Money, loS. BEDDOES. THOMAS LOVELL. l-m:Iaiul, iS.xj- i(^4Q. *' If thou wilt ease thine heart" . . . 303 "To Sea!" 630 BEERS, MRS. ETHELIN l£.h\OT {EtM Lynn), l.O'.lu'u. N, v.. K \Ai^ llitM in Or.iiiyc. N. J., 1879. The Picket-Guard 524 l'iibli--liers : Porter ..V Coatcs. rhiKidclphia. BENNETT. HENRY. Hn^LiU'l, b. .iboul 1-S5. St. Patrick wasa gentleman .... 1004 BENNETT, WILLIAM COX. Orccinvicli. \-.nti., 1820-1895. Baby May 76 Baby's Shoes 82 Invocation to Rain in Summer . , . 438 Worn Weilding-Riiig, Ihe .... 321 liENTON, MYRON B. AMK-n.,., N. v.. b. US.4, The Mowers .... ... 552 BERKELEY, GEORGE- kiijjIiUKl. 10^4-175^ ilislmp of Cloyne, Irel.ind. On the Prospect of planting Arts and Learning in America 587 BETHUNE, GEORGE WASHINGTON. Neu' York. iSos- iSo?, Hymn to Night ...... 763 BICKERSTAFF, ISAAC. En^lniu). -ibuiit 17^5- 1787. From : — Love in a Village, 559, Soo, 816. BLACKER, COLONEL. Ircl.iml From : — Oliver's Advice .... 602 BLAIR. ROBERT. Ln^;l-nnt, Oj'j- 174;. From: ~ 'Ihe Grave, 107, 120, 30'-', 310, 346, 396. BLAKE, WILLIAM. lini.n.iiul. l7^;-I8.^7. Piper, The 85 Tiger, The 468 BLAMIRE, SUSANNA. E»v:ijuui. 1747 - 1744. The Siller Croun 155 '' What ails this heart o' mine ? " . . 245 BLANCHARD, LAMAN. En;.; 1,1 1 kI. iHui- 1845. The Mother's Hope 84 BLAND. ROBERT, REV. EnybiKl. 177,1-1825. Home [From the Greek) .... 225 BLOOMFIELD, ROBERT. tn);l.nnil, i7r* - 1823. Farmer's Boy, The 55;! Lambs at Play 469 Moonlight in Summer ..... 432 Soldiei's Return. The ..... 530 UOKER, GEORGE HENRY. niil.«lcll'iu.l, f.i.. I8.'?-J8g.'. Black Regiment, The 595 Countess Laura 886 Dirge for a Soldier 531 Prince Adeb ..... . . 652 Publishers; J. H. I.i|>i>mcott & Co.. I'hiLiiielphia. BOLTON, SARAH T. Ncvvixiit, Ky.. 1815-1S93. Left on the Batile-Field 527 BONAR. HORATIUS. Scoilan.l. b, IS.'-*. " Beyond the smiling and the weeping " . 2g6 Master's Touch, The 3S8 BOOTH. BARTON. Encl.uul. itv^i - i-ii. From : — Song .... . . 796 BOTTA, ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH. iJcnniiij^ton, Vt.. b. iSij. Died in New York. 1691. On a Picture ..,-..,, 247 BOURDILLON, FRANCIS W. l-ny;laiui, now livini,'. Light 135 BOWLES. CAROLINE ANNE. Sec SOt'THKV, MRS. CAROLINE BOWLES BOWLES, WILLIAM LISLE. HnnLinil. 1763- 185a " Come to these scenes of peace " . . 403 Greenwood, The 454 Rhine. On the ■ . ... 447 BOWRING, SIR JOHN. " From the recesses of a lowly spirit " . . 375 Nishtingale, The (From the Portugese) . 479 Nightingale, The From tht Dutch) 479 INUEX 01'' AUTHORS AND TITLES. 51 DRADSTREET, ANNE. hii^l'iiid, I), lOiy, (1. AitiLTlc;!, iCi7a. From: — Contemplations (Pub. in 2d ed. of The Tenth Muse^ lately sprung up in A iuer- ica. Boston : 1678) BRAINARD, JOHN GARDINER CALKINS. New I.ondfiii, (.finii,, 17'/)- iH;;fj. *' I saw two clouds at morning " Niagara, TIic Fall of . • . BRANCH, MARY L. HOLLES. Brooklyn, N. Y,, b. New London, Conn., 1840. The Petrified Fern BKENAN. JOSEPH. ]rc-l;iii.l. I.. \'':-', ; .1. in New Orlt.-mis, 1857. "Come tu me, dearest " . . . , URETON, NICHOLAS. iiii^l.in-man of Krum- inacher) 445 Fislicr, The {From the German 0/ Goethr) . 825 Good Night {From the German 0/ Kdrufr) . 51;^ Men and IJoys {h'rout (he Germnit 0/ Kdrner) 58^ Nobleman and llie Pensioner, The {From the German 0/ r/rffcl ) 520 Sword Song, The {From the German 0/ Korncr) ^,g Winter Song {From the German of Ludwie flolty) .... . - 414 riil.Ii^licrs! Moui:tilnu, MiHIlll. Si Co.. Hostoii BROOKS. MARIA VtO'^^'H {Maria del Occtdente). Medfurd. M;iss,, i?'**; - ik.j^. "Day, in melting purple dying" . . . 245 Disappointment [Zophiel^ or the Bride 0/ Seven) 261 I'uhlishcrs : Lcc fi Shc-patd. I3oove of God, The {From the Provcn(a/) Mosquito, To a .... My Autumn Walk "O, fairest of the rural maids" Planting of the- Apple-Tree, The . Pfi'-'l, The {Manuscript facsimile) . Rtibert of JJncoln Snow-Shower, The .... Song m Marion's Men . Thanatopsis ..... To a Waterfowl .... From: — Autumn Woods, 494; March. 492 Scene on the Banks of the Hudson, 309. ^ PublKlicrs: U. A|pijklon & Co., New V'-rk, BRYDGE.S. SIR SAMUEL EGERTON. Echo and Silence 5'3 170 849 8B4 itiS 593 447 4.18 5S7 514 4.-0 411 166 750 45Z 4'j5 275 686 42s 388 487 535 ',10 457 78 476 440 589 307 481 865 5«^ '44 217 281 865 236 81 07 T02 7'.; I So r,,s, yl4 Kvclyn Mope 2S4 I'' lower's Nunc, The 14; Hervu Kiel . 617 How they brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix 513 111 ,1 Year 260 BUCHANAN, ROBERT. Scoll;iii 7^^^ ; Kpistle to J.imes bmiih, loS ; Jessy. 131; On L'aptain Grose's Peregrinations throuith Scotland, S05 ; Sensibility, 304 ; Vision, 'I'hf, 3oy. BUTLER, SAMUEL. UdcIaiuI, Itvvi- iNki. Hudibras' Sword and Dagger .... H udibras, The Logic of ... . Hudibr.is, The Religion of ... . From: - Hudibras. loS. 2o«;. 215, 309, 347> 39Si 3gb. 490, 540, 633. (>7i, S03, 804, S07, SoS, 809. BUTLER. \VILLL\M ALLEN. AllMiiy. N v.. 1695-1903. " Nothing to wear " rul>lislKr> : lloui;ln.in. MiUlin. \- Co.. Dostoi). BYRON, JOHN liliKl'Uxl. 1*^1 - '7t>.v A Pastoral ByRON. GEORGE GORDON NOEL. LORD. Enj;l«iul. 1784!- iHj4, " Adieu, adieu I my native shore " . Augusta, To ....... rollseum bv Moonliglu {Af Hnr,>M) Rover. Song of the { The Corsair) . Sea. The {ChihU Hariyiii) .... '* She walks in beauty " {,Htb*tw MeiotHts) Swimming ( /"«■*» Foscari) .... "The kiss, dear maid " . Thomas Moore. To Transient Heautv ( Tkf Giaour) W'Mcrioo (CAi/dr f/aro/,/) .... From: — Beppo, 731, 705, Soi, S14 : Bride of .Abvdos, 134, io6, 331, 309, ■;4i.7Jo: Childe H.irold, 133, i34,io6,a4i. a7i.396, 397. 490, 493, 541, 720, 735, 720, 7i»2. 7g6, Soo, SiJ. Sij. 867, S6g : Coniair, '*4S, 812, 938 ; Death of Sheridan, 940; Doge of Venice, 491 , l>on Juan, loa. 4S(. 1S8 14') 46S 334 '*- S47 21S 7S4 156 »38 "3 6S0 681 926 501 764 I 4'^ ' J38 333 166 58. 58' 580 685 3 SO 334 Q"l 4'S 45" iSS h'i3 503 7t'7 70J 446 636 607 130 6«9 =34 930 367 303, 304, 305, 315, jog, 310, 396, 400, 631, (.33, 671, 704. 70'^. 805, SoS.Soq,8M : English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, 315, 397, 800, S04, S05. So(>. ()40 ; Giaour, The, 305. 307, 371, 313, Si6 : Island, The, S14 ; Lara, 346. 490 : Letter, 793 : Manfred, 107, loS, 493: Slazeppa, S99 ; Par- isina, 4i)i. S99 ; Sardanapalus, 241. 794 : Waltz, The, S14 : " When we two parted," 241. CALDWELL. W1LLL\M W. Ncwlmryport. ^l,l^^.. l> is.;?. Rose-Bush, The {From the German) CALID.VSA. liuHa. ist Century n. c. Baby, Tlie i^Sir ll'tVh'ttm Joftes^s Jraits.) Woman (//(»'(rpe \f'ifasures 0/ Hope) .... Kiss, i'he First Lochiel's Warning Lord Ullin's Daughter ^Lud's Remonstrance, The .... Najwleon and the British Sailor . Poland River of Life, The Soldier's Dream, The " Ve mariners of England " ... From : — Drink ve to her, ,105 ; Gertrude, 494 : Pleasures of Hope, 204. J4S. 310. 347. jqs, 397, 795, Soo, 80J, Sio ; To the Rainbow, 494. CANNING, GEORGE. Englaiui, 1-70- iS:j;. Et>itaph on the ^L-^rquis of An^lesea's Leg Friend of Humanity and tlie knife-Grinder From:— 'Hew Morality, 121,806; The Pilot that weathered the Storm, 632. CAREW. LADY ELIZABETH. Revenge of Injuries uV(iri 136 ■44 141 433 >4» 19$ 095 34i 3«' iSS '7» INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES. 53 [.From the Latin of CARY, HENRY FRANCIS. ^' The I'airest tiling in mortal eyes {From the French 0/ Churles, Duke of Orleans) CARY. LUCIUS (Li)KD F.M.KI.AND). tii^rl.iiul, iMo-1641 Ben Jonson's Conimonnmct* liook . CARY, PHCEBE. Near Cinciiiiiali. (>., i8a4- ift/i. Dreams and Realities Lovers, The Nearer Home I-uhlisl'icrs : I'loiiflilon. Millliii. & Co., New York. CASIMIR THE GREAT, KING OF POLAND. '• It kindles all my soul {Fran: the Polish) CASWALL, EDWARD. lilliil-iiifl, I), i^;i4 " My God, I love thee " St. Francis Xavier) CELANO, THOMAS A. Il.ily. .iLiiut i-s ,„ ... Dies Ira; (John A. Dix's translation) ■ CHADWICK, lOHN WHITE. Marbk-lic.ia, M.i-.^.. l-. i«4>i. The Two Waitings CHALKHII.L, JOHN(Prob.ibly Izaak Walton). The Aii^kr CHAMUKRLAYNE, WILLIAM. liiij,'l,ind. ir.h, - o^-'i. From : — Chastity CHANNING, WILLIAM ELLERY. BObtoll. Mass., 1918-1903. Our Boat to the W.aves , , . . . Publisliers : AiiK-ricaii Uiiitari.111 Association, boston. CHAPMAN, GEORGE. Enjfland. i;i57-ioi4. Camp at Night, The (iliad) . . _ . "Muses that sing Love's sensual empine" From : — Blind Beggar of Alexandria, 203 : Re- venge, 120; Widows* Tears, Qoo. CHARLES, DUKE OF ORLEANS. Frailer. 1)51 7 1465. . "The fairest thing in mortal eyes {Henry J". Cctry^s Translation Spring CHATTERTON, THOMAS. linylaild. 1752 1770. Minstrel's Song CHAUCER, GEOFFREY. ElltrlaiKl. lv-'8-I4^-^ Canterbury Pilgrims, The {Canteriury rales) Compleynte of Chaucer to his Purse . Viisy, The {Leiremi 0/ Gooil ll-'amen) . Mornil^fi in ^lay {A'ni^'htes 'Falei _ . Frotn : — Assembly of Koules, 48g ; Canterbury "Tales: Prologue, 8og : Clerkes Talc, 231: Frankleines Tale, 398 ; Knightes Tale, 490, 492, 802; Manciples T.llc, 3g8 ; Nonnes Preestes Tale, 900; Troilus and Creseide, 108. CHERRY, ANDREW. England. 176.'- 1813. The Bay of Biscay CHESTERFIELD, EARL OF. iiliKtiilil. i6f,4-i7,7i-. , , . . From : — Advice to a Lady in Autumn . CHORLEY, HENRY FOTHERGILL. lingl.m.!. 18.8-1871- The Brave Old Oak 113 1005 375 533 3(10 353 = 77 668 796 630 389 388 866 991 820 CLARKE, JAMES FREEMAN. Hanover, N. H., 1810-1888. Cana The Caliph and Satan {Persian 0/ Thotuck) Publishers : tiou^ilitoii. Mililiii. & Co.. Boston. CLAUDIUS, MATl HIAS. Germany. 1741-1815. The Hen ( Translation) CLELAND, WILLIAM LiiKlanil, .il.i.iil ifj(ji-l689. Hallo, my Fancy CLEMMER, MARY HUDSON. Utica, N V . l839-i«fl4. By the Sea 743 CLEVELAND, JOHN. liiigl.iiiil, ifti I- lOS',, To the Memory of Ben Jonson . . 906 CLOUGH, ARTHUR HUGH, linglanii, i8ig-iH&i. QuS Cursuni Ventus 233 COFFIN, ROBERT BARRY {Barry Gray). Ships .at Sea 261 COLERIDGE, HARTLEY. Lllglaml, 179O- 1849. .Shakespeare . . . . . . . 906 " She is not fair to outward view" . . 129 COLERIDGE, SAMUEL TAYLOR. luii^lariH. 177.'- i8l4. , Answer to a Child's Question .... 474 Epigrams 954 Exchange, The ...... 192 Fancy in Nubibus 822 Good Great Man, The _ 739 Hymn before Sunrise m the Vale of Chamouni 376 Knight's Tomb, The 538 Kubl.i Kban 834 Love ......... 162 454 804 CHURCHILL, CHARLES. Engl.iii.l. 17)1-1764. , „ . „ • J From : — Prophecy of Famine, 807 : Kosciad CIBBER, COLLEY. Engl.and, 1671- 1757. The Blind I'.ov 343 From : — Richard III., Altered 204, 492, 539. 54'> 899 CLARE, JOHN. Eiilaii.l. i-,j-i8ft4. Laborer, The 557 Summer J-i «ds . . . • • ■ 4=7 Quarrel of Friends, The (CAr/j/ditf/) . . 116 Rime of the Ancient Mariner .... 854 From: — Christabel, 30S, 721, 726: Christmas Carol, 492 : Day Dream, ,So7 : Death of Wallen- stein, 4(;o, 800; Devil's Thoughts, 396; Epi- taph on an Infant, 107 : Fears ill Solitude, 395 ; Homeric Hexameter {From Schiller), 631; Wallenstein, 207 ; Youth and Age, 120. COLES, ABRAHAM. Newark, N, J , |HI)-|89I Stabat Mater Dolorosaf/'ww^A^ Z.(2^/«), COLLINS, ANNE. KilKd.niil, ah..iil 161.7. . " The winter being over " ... COLLIN.S, MORTIMER. England. i8'..7 - 1878. Comfort Darwin COLLINS, WILLIAM. England. 1720- 1756. " How sleep'the brave" 5^3 Passions, The ""'' From : — Ode on the Death of Thomson . COLMAN, GEORGE (The Younger). England. 1762- 18)6. Gluggity-Gliig {The Myrtle and the I me) . Sir Marmaduke Toby Tosspot ....-.• From : — Lodgings for Single Gentlemen CONGREVE, WILLIAM. Eiigl.'ind. 167.1- 1729. Silly Fair ., ' . ' Frotn : —Letter to Cohham, 793 : Mourning Bride, 207, 398, R09 ; Old Bachelor, 214. COOK, ELIZA. England, 1817-1889. Old Arm-Cliair, The COOKE, PHILIP PENDLETON. Mnrtiiislnirgli. \'a.. 1816- i8so. Life in the Autumn Woods COOKE, ROSE TERRY. llarlfnrd, ( uiin . i^;-(.-i892. Reve du Midi . ...... Publishers i Houghton. Mifflin, & Co., Boston. COOLIDGE, SUSAN. See Woolsev, Sarah C. 355 42a 974 99" 773 94 946 958 958 809 7'3 663 Vro r>4 INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES. COOPER, JAMES FENIMORE Burlington. N. J,. 1789-1851, My Brigantine {T!ie Heater Witch) . . 626 CORBET, RICHARD. Farewell to the Fairies 847 CORNWALL, BARRY. See Procter, B. W. CORNWELL, HENRY SYLVESTER. The Sunset City ... .823 COTTON, CHARLES. England. 1^130-1687. Conteniation 734 Retirement, The ...... 737 COTTON. NATHANIEL. i-nnl'iiul, 1^21- 1788. The Fireside 226 COWLEY, ABRAHAM. EuKland, 1618-1667, Chronicle, The ....... 191 Grasshopper, The [Greek of A nacreoti) . 4S4 Hymn to Light, From the .... 407 Invocation ^Davideis) ..... 772 Of Myself . . . . . . .730 From: — Anacreontiques, 494; Davideis, 793; For Hope, Soo ; Gold, 204 ; Motto, The, 811 ; On the Death of Crashaw, 39S ; Prophet, The, 804 : Waiting Maid, The, 795. COWPER, WILLIAM. En^arnJ. 1731-1800. Boadicea 572 Contradiction {Conversation^ . . . 780 Cricket, The 485 Diverting History of John Gilpin . . 959 Duelling {Comiersatioii) 7S0 England {'/V((.- Task: Book 11.) . . . 575 Freeman, The ( yy^^r Tusk: Book V.) , . 600 Happy Man, The {The Task: Book l^I.) . 715 Humanity (7'//*^ Task: Book VI.). . . 782 My Mother's Picture 92 Nightingale and Glow-Worm, The . . . S63 Nose and the Eyes, The . . . . 951 Rose, The 464 Royal George, On the Loss of the . . 612 Slaverv ( '/Vit? Task: Book II.) . . . 593 Sum o'f Life, The {The Task : Book I'l.) . 790 " Sweet stream, that winds " . . . . 106 Verses supposed to be written bv Alexander Selkirk . 738 Winter Morning (r/i^ Task: Book V.) . 435 Winter Noon {The Task: Book VI.) . 437 From: — Conversation, 558,724, Exhortation to Prayer. 398 ; Fable, A, 394 ; Light shining out of Darkness, 632 : Motto of Connoisseur No. III., 107; Mutual Forbearance, 215; Needless Alarm, 671, 793 ; On Friendship, 121 ; Pairing-Time Anticipated, 215, 495 ; Progress of Error, 793 ; Retired Cat, S02 ; Retirement, 120^ 396, 724, 815 ; Stanzas subjoined to a Bill of Mortality, 308; Table Talk. 601, 602; Task, The: Sofa, 493, 672; Timepiece, 232, S06, 809, S14. 815; Winter Evenuig, 492, 495, Sio : Winter Morning Walk. 394, 493, 539, 541 ; Tirocinium, 398 ; To an Afflicted Protestant Lady, 348; Transla- tion from the Greek, 271 ; Translation of Horace, S15 ; Truth, 397. 493. COZZENS, FREDERICK SWARTWOUT. New York. 1818-1S09. An Experience and a Moral . . . .253 Publishers: Houijhton, Mifflin, & Co., Boston. CRABRE, GEORGE. Hnj^liirul. 1754- iS^^. •Approach of Age, The ( Ta/es of the Hall) . 323 Quack Medicines {The Borough) . 7S3 From : Birth of Flattery, 798 ; Parish Register, 805. CRAIK, DINAH MARIA MULOCK. I-:n'^'l.iiul. i8-'(^i88-. Alma River, By the 516 ■' Buried to-day " ..... 272 Dead Czar Nicholas, The .... 929 Douglas, Douglas, tender and true . 2S9 Fletcher Harper, To the Memory of . . 935 Her Likenes-* ...... 130- Lancashire Doxology, A . . . . . 556 Now and Afterwards ..... 295 Onlv a Woman 25S Philip, mv King ...... 75 CRANCH, CHRISTOPHER PEARSE. Alcx.mdria. D. C, 1813-1392. Thought 731 Publishers : Houghton, Mifflin, & Co., and Roberts Bros., Boston. CRASHAW, RICHARD. England. 1600-1650. Nightingale's Song {Music'' s Duet) . . . 774 Supposed Mistress, Wishes to fais . . 192 The Cheap Physician {In Praise 0/ Lessius's Rule 0/ Health) 546 " Two men went up to the Temple to pray.'* 362 Water turned into W ine 362 Widow's Mites, The 362 CRAWFORD, MRS. JULIA. IrcLini!. " We parted in silence " . . . • 24a CROLV, REV. GEORGE, LL.D. Ireland. 1780- i860. Catiline to the Roman Army [Cati/itte) . . 501 Genius of Death, The ..... 744. Leonidas, The Death of 564 CROSS, MARIA EVANS LF.WF.S {George Eliot). Eniiland. 1819-1880. *' Day is Dying" (7^/^ ^/idw/j/i G/)ty) . . 411 '*0, may I join tlie choir invisible " . . 760 CROWQUILL, ALFRED. See Forrester, Alfred A. CUNNINGHAM, ALLAN. Scotland. 1784-1842. "Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie " . 20S Poet's Bridal-Day Song, The . . . 219 Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea, A . . . 626 CUNNINGHAM, JOHN. Irelaml, 1729- 1773. Morning 40S CUTTER, GEORGE W. Massacluiselts, b. 1801. Song of the Lightning 864 Song of Steam ...... 555 DANA, RICHARD HENRY. Cambridei.-. Mass.. 1787- 1870. Beach Bird, The Little 48? Husband and Wife's Grave, The . . 304 Island. The {Th^ Buccaneer) .... 691 Pleasure- Boat, The 666 Soul. The 368. Publishers : Charles bcnbner's Sons. New ■\'ork. DANIEL, SAMUEL. Entjiand. i5(>2-i6i9. To Delia 4>4 Love is a Sickness 136 From : — On the Earl of Southampton, 34S ; Son- net, 204 ; To the Countess of Cumberland, S08. DANTE. Italy. i?65-i:i:;i. From: — Inferno . . . - 346,396. DARLEY, GEORGE. Ireland, 1785-1846. Gambols of Children, The . . . . Sj Song of the Summer Winds . . . 425 DARWIN, ERASMUS. Kni;land. 1731 - 1B02. From: — Botanic Garden .... 802 DAVIES, SIR JOHN. Ent.;land. i^-;o-WA. The Dancing of the Air 45* Frofn : — Contention betwixt a Wife, &c . .231 DAVIS, THOMAS. Ireland. 1814-1K4S. Sack of Baltimore, The 880 Welcome, The 152 DEKKER, THOMAS. Hnijl.ind, about 1^-4 -about 1641. The Happy Heart {Fitient Grisself) . . 550 From : — Honest Whore, The, 723 : Old Forluna- tus, 30S. INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES. 55 DE LISLE, ROUGET. France. The Surni written at Strasburg. in 1792. The Marseilles Hymn {Abbrev. Translation) 5S4 DENHAM, SIR JOHN. l-:jii,'l.ind. 1615- if/->S, From: — Cooper's Hill, 720, 723; Elegy on Cowley, 939- DE VERE, AUBREY THOMAS. Ireland, L.. 1814 Early Friendship iii " Sad is our youth, for it is ever going " . 316 DIBDIN. CHARLES. liii.^l.in-l. 1745- ■'■M. Heaving of the Lead, The .... 627 Poor Jack 615 Tom Bowling 629 DIBDIN, THOMAS. bn'^'land, 1771 - i::;4'- All 's Well ( The Briiisk Fieei) ... 627 /'r.jw ; — The Tight Little Island . . . 602 DICKENS. CHARLES. England. 1812- 1870, Ivy Green, The ... . . 465 DICKINSON, CHARLES M- Luwvilk. N. v.. h. 1842. The Children .230 DICKSON, DAVID. hiii,dand, 158^-1662. The New Jerusalem 558 DIMOND, WILLIAM Iin;^l.-inJ. 1S0D-1837. The Mariner's Dream 614 DIX. JOHN ADAMS. bubCiw-.-n. N. 11,. i7^S-i8;g. Dies Irse [Latin of Thomas h Celano) . . 353 DOBELL, SYDNEY. hn-Iand. 1824-1375. Home, Wounded 325 How's my Boy? ... ... 616 Milkmaid's Song, The 168 DOBSON, AUSTIN. linj^'laiul, b. about 1840. Before Sedan ... .... 529 For a Copy of Theocritus {Essays in old French Forms of Verse) .... 405 Growing Gray 755 On a Fan 749 Romaunt of the Rose {Vignettes in Rhytmf) . 266 Sun Dial, The 184 DODDRIDGE, PHILIP. hiigland. 1702-1751. Amazing, beauteous change !" . . . 377 From : — Epigram on his Family Arms . - 794 DODGE, MARY MAPES. New Vurk City, 1838- The Two Mysteries 297 DOLLIVER, CLARA G. America. No Baby in the House . ... 80 DONNE, DR. JOHN. Enjilaiid, 1^71-1631, The Will . _ 791 From: — Comparison. The, ^^95 ; Divine Poems: On the Sacrament, 39S; Triple Fool, The, 798 ; Valediction forbidding Mourning, 248. DORR, JULIA C. R. Charlebtnn. S. C, b. 1825. Outgrown 263 Publishers : J. B. Lippincott & Co.. Philadelphia. DORSET, CHARLES SACKVILLE, EARL OF. En^jland. 1637-1709. The Fire of Love (Exatnen Miscellaneum) . 202 DOUGLAS, MARIAN. See Green, .\nnie D. DOUGLASS, WILLIAM. Kirkeudbtijfhl, Scotland. Annie Laurie 155 DOWLAND, JOHN. England. 1562-1615. Sleep . . . 762 DOYLE, SIR FRANCIS HASTINGS. England. iRio-1888 The Private of the Buffs , . , . 514 DRAKE, JOSEPH RODMAN. New York City. 1795-1820. American Flag, The 592 Culprit Fay, Ihe 840 DRAYTON, MICHAEL. England, 1563 -1631. Ballad of Agincourt, The 502 " Come, let us kisse and parte " . . . 239 FroTH : — To Henry Reynolds .... 93S DRUMMOND, WILLIAM. Scotland. 15S5-1640. Nightingale, To a 479 DRYDEN, JOHN. England. 1631 - 1700. Ah, how sweet ! {Tyrajtidc Loi'e') . . . 145 Alexander's Feast ; or, the Power of Music. 771 Character of the Earl of Shaftesbury (-4 ^ja?c?« a7td A chitopliel) 90S Portrait of John Milton, Lines written under 907 Song for St. Cecilia's Day, A, 1687. 775 Veni Creator Spiritus {From the Latin). . 357 Zimri (Absalom and A chito/>/u-l) . . 905 From : — Absalom and Achitophel, 490, 601, 79S ; All for Love, 207 ; Amphicirion, 2^8 : Aurung- Zebe, 793 ; Cock and the Fox, 4S9 ; Conquest of Grenada, 345, 798: Cymon and Iphigenia, 204, 206, 671, 721 ; Don Sebastian, 813 ; Elegy on Mrs. Killigrew, 311 : Epistle to Congrtve, 120; Hind and Panther, 39S ; Imitation of Horace, ^92, 793, 806; Marriage i la Mode, 203 : CEdipus, 309; Oliver Cromwell, 930 ; On the Death of a very young Gentleman, 309: Palamon and Arcite, 207: Tempest, 725' Threnodia Augustalis, 725; Trans. Ovid'; Metamorjihoses, 493 ; Tyrannic Love, 539. DSCHELLALEDDIN RUMI. Persia. " To heaven approached a Sufi saint " ( W. R. Alger s Translation) ..... 365 DUFFERIN, LADY (Helen Selina Sheridan). Ireland. 1607 -lyo;. Lament of the Irish Emigrant .... 292 DUNLOP, JOHN. Scotlaiul, i755-i32lj. " Dinna ask me " i6i DWIGHT, JOHN SULLIVAN. Boston. Mass., 1813-131)3. Landlady's Daughter, The {From the German ofUhland) .142 True Rest 557 DWIGHT, TIMOTHY. Northampton. Mass., 1752-1817. Columbia 588- DYER, JOHN. Wales, 1 700 -1 758. Grongar Hill . 443 Front: — Ruins of Rome 725 DYER, SIR EDWARD. Eiiyland, about i54o-i'x>7. " My minde to me a kingdom is " . . . 729 EASTMAN, CHARLES GAMAGE. Burlinmon. Vt., i8l6-it!6i. A Picture 229 A Snow-Storm 440 EDWARDS, AMELIA BLANDFORD. Enirland, 1831-1802. " Give me three grains of com, mother" . 33S ELIOT, GEORGE. See Cross, Maria Evans Lewes. ELLIOT, EBENEZER {The Com- Laiv Rhymer). England. 1781-1849. Burns 914 Corn-Law Hymn, The ..... 557 Spring 421 EMERSON, RALPH WALDO. Boston. Mass . i^-^-ti^-^. Boston Hymn 597 Brahma 746 Concord Monument Hymn .... 589 Each and All . .... 405 Friendship 112 Good By 744 Humble-Bee, To the 484 Letters 746 m I.NliKX OK AUTllOUS AND TITLES. I'rolilcin, The . Klioili.ia, Tho Sea, 'I'ho . Srmw-Morm, 'I'Ir' . 7:15 4'.i f>io ■IJ9 I'lllillilli'IH, lluuulll'ill, Mlllllii. «!<'>, Il.i.,luii. I'.UASMUS. I\i'll< Khllll, 1407- l;^t^>. /■>■('#«." — ApciilicKiHH 540 KVKUKTT, IIAVIl). l'ilii> .1,111. M;^^,, i;'>.j- iHi) /''row : LiiiTN wiittuu forn School Dci'l.unaium 107 KVickKir, luiuAui). I>M..1 1.1, Ma-, . i;,j,i- iim^v niiKi* 111 Altilic Ulc VlHinnlli . KYTINHI.;, MAKliAUKT. 78 J74 31)0 61a 778 «1J 554 105 ll.iliy l.imiHO ..... 1''aiii.;k, I'Kkdkkhk wii.i.iam. l..iii:l I. I. iiii.i-.i»..i ^'O. Iliiw llu' lliiiilulil 111 Coil UllT.lClll , 'I'lln Uitillt luUHt Will .... li'Al.lONKU, WILLIAM. Sm.11,111,1. i,-|,,.1,.i.j. 'I'llC SllipwiclU KA N SI I AW |.;, (Aril i.;k 1 n k. I iii..|,i,i.l. I .uii'i {..111 lit mill . I'litiiry. A Kulillc. (The l.oucr It.) . rUNNKk, (.OKNKLIUS UKOKGK. I'l.iU.l.iu... I< I . iHjj- 1H47. ('.ull-VVood rEKl'.DSON, SIR SAMUEL. I1..I11111I. lKl<^. l.'.ii^ilirt nf llie ,.\iicluir, "I'hc . . I'li'dy (oil 111 l.iiili l>,in, riio li'IKI.IlINi;, IIKNUY. ImikI I. i.'.i,-' i,-,.i " A lunuiiifi wr will K*' .... 66j Koam Heel 111' Olil KiVjiLinil, 'The . . . 575 Fri'm : rnvnit tl.inleu TiiiKeily, 8n_\ ; Tom 'i'liumli llie I 111'. 11, 71;;. l.'ll.'I.DS, lAMI'.S TllllMAS. r.ili-iHii.iilli. N. II., iHir.-iilili N.uitiuUel Slt'op, (hop, i*li>w toiirs" . , . . ym : -- Nice \';iliuir, joO ; Qiioeu of Coiiiuh, ,14^1 Upon nil Uonest Mnu'n l.'ortune, 7i>.ii 79;. FORI), lOllN. 1 iii;l.iii.|, i-,:"i-.ili.iilt iflW, The Mimic.il Itiiel (7"*i» Lnvtr's MtloHCkofy) 694 I'OURK.STKK, AllRKU II. (A irrrd CrowtNll/ ). iMlljIilllil. \\ IH.KI To my NiiMc lolj l.'OSini'K. WILLIAM WIIIIKMAN. CUi, iiin.ili. 11 . IK....- on. J The ^L\i>e 45,S I'OSTKR, SI'KI'IIK.N OH.LINS. l'lll.l.ll|^;. I'.i , i:.;i.-iSft4 Mv Olil Kenuicky Home . . . 3.18 |."0X, WILLIAM lOUNSllN. I lllll.lll.l. 1..«.-I!i04' The NlAi-tyv'H Hymn ((#/»-w>iM (•/ i^M/Vr) . 3(15 KRANKI.IN. ill'.NJAMlN. PApur . 075 KkKIMCKATH. FKRDINAND. i.Ltiiiiiiiy, i«i.r-i8;o. Licin'd Kldu, The {FroM th« German) . . 467 GAI.LACIIKU, WILLIAM D. l>lllliHl>'lplll,l, l-.i., h. \H.M. Auliiinn, Tlio ..,.,.. 434 (lAKUK'K, DAVIIJ. l;IH;l.ni,|, i;.(,- 1;;.,. J''roM : — lk'in(» of Oak, 631 ; Prologue on quiliinn llic Stanc in 1770, S04. C'.AKRISON, WILLIAM LLOYD. Now IniryiKiit, M.ii".., iM()/«;— '1 he Dispensary . . . jixj, 801 GASCOIONK, GEORGii. hllljinii.l. i^i7-i5?7' I riiu V;inity uf the Hcanliful . . . •712 From : — The Swiftness ol'Titne , . 7m GAV, inilN. I'.iikI'iii'Ii ir>HH- 17 (J. I llhuik-eycd Sus;ui 2.15 I Ffotn : ~- Ucnniu'i* Opera, lai, i u* ^"5. 4')h Th . 7>/S < Dl(>iic,3u7 ; 1 late and M;niy Kriendn, 131, i^,( ; Mnther, Niiiho, ;nul l''.nry. 2\i : My "wn Lpilai)h, 79J ; P.iinlcr whu pk'.ised Ni>biidy »n»l I'A'i'i vlimlv, Sti5, Hio; Rui.il Sports, 671 ; Sht'phi-id .nul I'hilosnphcr, 804 ; Sick Man and I till- An^i'l, 7.>.( ; Stpiiro and his Cur, lai. GAVLOKD. WILLIS. \ LiiiL'K written in nn Album .... 1015 GliUHAKDT, PAUL. Ciuriiiiiuy, itH); - i6;6, I The Dying Saviour 373 GIBBONS, THOMAS. ' liliKlriml. i^Jii-ijHs. Frotn : — when Tcsus dwell .... 797 GITKORD, RUTIARD. . I UKlmi.l. i;j',-iH.>;. From I Gonteniplation .... 559 GILBKRT, WILLIAM SfllWKNCK. iMiUlmiil. I'l iHtC Gapiain Recce 970 To the 'rriretdial Glolu- .... loii V.n I. id ihi- " N.nuy lU-II." The {Bab liiUiatls) ghJJ GILDKK, RUHAUD WA I'SON. 11.11. l.'Hiown. Ni J„ l>. iti44* Dawn 409 rii1ill>>)it'i\ I (.'linrlcs Scrllmer't Suns. New York. GILMORK, lAMKS K. (Kiimumi Kirkt). lloHl.'li, Mi)ss , 1l iSji, j Three Days 751 GLAZIKR, WILLIAM BKLCHKR. llallnwrll Mr., l>. i»j-,. \ Cape-Gottage nt Sunset 411 I GLUCK, . Gorniiiiiv. I To Death ( TraHstatum) 295 j GOKTHl-:, JOIIANN WOLKGANC; VON, ilcrniituv i:4v)- 0*11 I Brothers, The ( TtaHslittum) .... 761 i'"isher. The /('. T. Urooks's TftiHslittion) . 825 Kinnod'hulc, Tho(//(ij'(m/ Tayior's TraHs.) S6a GOLDSMIIIl. OLIVKR. Deserted Vdlane. The dSft^ lleiniii, rhe{ Ikf Ih^utif "''i*«A#W) . 138 ll..nuM/Vi/ rr.i(y//,-p) aag M.id.iinr Hl.ii/e, Klejiv on .... q^o M.id Hot;. F.lecv on the De.itli of a . . 048 On Woin.ni I / i\:ir 0/ U'.iW/u/J) . 336 Ftom : — Art ot Poetry on a New Plan, 540 ; t.'ap- livity. The, ,147. 34s, StK» , Good-natured Man, Si 3 : Retaliation, 7^4 ; Traveller. 3x3. i4S, 3o(», ,^i>S, ('03, (>3J, Sog. 8ia ; Vicar ol 'Wakelield : On Woman, J71. GOULD. HANNAH FRANCES. The V'mst 96 t'.RAHAM. JAMliS, MARQUESS OF MON- TROSE. Scv>tt,)nil, if>ij-ih^>. *' My di*ar and only love" .... 150 INDKX OF AIJTIIOUS AND TITLES. 67 OKAHAM, ROHKKT, OK GAKI MOKK. '* li duu^lity dccdtt my lady plcanc " . . 1)0 GRAHAM K, lAMKS. SM.ll.llj.l. l/'t',- lH(H, The Sabbiith 37« GRANT, SIR ROHKRT. SLf.lllllHl. 17Hr,-iH[H. Litany 358 (;i; I'ronrenB of l'oL*«y, an^, 8^7, (^iv GREt:N, ANNIE IJ. [Mtirinn Dougias). IlrUt'.l, N. It. Two Pictures 22- \vy^. Content (h'arrweUto Follie) . . . ■ 7^' Slic|)licrd and the KiuK. 'I'lio . . i,i'' GREENWOOD. GRACE. Si;i! I.tl'l'IM ni I, SAHA J. GRK{;ORY THE (;RKAT, ST. It.lly, ■An-i-'.i. barkneHd IN llurininK(7' ^^- Nfnlf's 'f rnns.) . 360 Vcni Creator SplritUH {Dryden's Trans.) 357 HABINGTON, WILLIAM. kiini"!"'. I'-".- I'M*; /•Vcm ; — Canliira 3" HALLKCK, KITZ-GREENE. (iuilfnr'l, ' 'iiiri , i7'/i- iWiT, Alnwick Ca»tle ^'77 Biir?iH 9' 5 Fortune (Fantiy) 777 JoHcph Rodman Drake .... 937 Marct) Ho/zariH ...... 5^' Weehawkrn and the New York Bay [Fatitiy) 68s From: — Connecticut ...... <'<'\ I'lihlUlirr- I 1>. Appl< I..11 At Cn,, New York. HALI'INE, CHARLES G, {Miles O' Re illy). Qiiakerdnm —The Formal Call . . . IS^J PiililKlHTs i Harper rt( Urotli.T'.. N<;w Ynrk. HAMILTON, ELIZABETH. Si ml. in. I. v)'y,-\M<. My ain FinrBitlc 227 HARRINGTON, SIR JOHN. ]:iiulaiinii;'. N Y . iH|<>-i9oa. Dickcnn in Camp ..... . 92'> Dow'n I'lat 9'/» Her Letter i99 Jim W7 Plain LanKua^c from Truthful Jamc(i(Heathen Chinrr) 9HS Plif.ccnf: Skull, To llic 90" Ramon 897 Society uiKin the Staninlauv, The . 988 I'liljlUlirrft I llfjiiiflituii, Mllllli), Hi Co., BoHtuii, HAKTE, WALTER. W..lr.,. ,;rn.,-,774. A Solilotfuy 484 IIAKVKY, STKPHI'^N. lMli;l,U.r|. Front: - TranRlalioii of Jiivcnal'H SaiirL- IX. Hii HAY, JOHN. Srilcui, hid , li. iK^'j. Banly Tim 998 Little Hreechen 91;'; Woman'w Love ^70 I'lllillxlKT!. I Ilntlt^llloll. Mlllllll, \- Co., llf».t"n. HAYNK. PAUL HAMILTON. Cliiirlckluii, .S. C, iKjo- iHH(>. Love Rcoriiti Degrccn ( Mountain of the Lovers) i3'> Pro- existence ?('<> Puhllslicr-. I I'.. J. Male & Son. New V.jfk. IIEBER, REfHNALD. IjlKliilid, i7Hi-iHy.. " If thou wert liy my fiide, my love " . . 319 Front: lOjiiphany, 397; Gulitian, 7^4; Linen writlcti toa March, 491 ; MiNhionary Hymn, 395. HKnGE, FREDERIC HENRY. Cmil.rldKc;. M.h.h., b. iH-ij. "A iniKh'y forticHw in our Grul " (From the German of Martin l.iithcr) . 371 HEGGE, KOBKR'I". I'.D^hniil. i^-fn- t'lj'i Front: -On Love ...... 304 HEINF;, HICINRICIL (icniiJiiiy, i7'j7- iH.!?. I''ihher't( Cottauc, The (C- O. Lelatid's Trans.) <^'i\ I. ore-lei, The [Translation) .... 8/5 HICMANS, FELICIA D()koriII':A. I i.Hlim.l, 17'M-iHif;. (.'aHahianca ...... ^14 HoinuN of {''upland, The .... 229 LandiuK of ilif I'ilKrim Fathern, The , . 587 MetituiK (tf 111'- Ship-i.Thc . . . 115 MiKnon'H Sfnit idrrmun of Goethe) . . 789 TreanureH of the I)ei-p, The, ^19 Front: GravcK of a Hfnifiehold, 111 ; Hour of Death, The, V/K ; Wordnwtirth, 940. HERBERT, GEORGE. Church Porch, The 364 Flf)wer, The 768 GiftHof God. The 778 Life 741 Praiwr V>lt "Said I not no?" ^fi(> Virtue Immortal . . , . 301 From: Annwer, The, 121; Church Militant, \')%: Coiuilry Par«r)n, 398 ; Devil's ProKrcM, :i7i ; Man, y-ii : Ptdley, 'I'hc, 395. HKRRICK, Kf)I{ER'r. f iiKl'ind, ivyt - "-Ti- Ben Jontion, (Jde to 907 BIoHHomn, To ...... a^,^' DaffndilH 4'M Delinht in DiHordcr 7'3 Holy Si.irit, The ^$') KJH^ 'Hie iHr, ].rul, A True 3''»i " Sweet, lie not proml " .... 1^3 Violetn 4'" VirninH, To the 7'!4 '* When an in nilkn my Julia Eoeii" . 126 /'Vow* ; — Cherry Ripe, 134: "Love mr liitic, love me huin^" 207 ; Ni^hl Piece to Julia, i.m ; Rock of Knhien and 0"''>''''ic "f Pearl", 134; Seek and find, 800; Upon her Feel, 721. HERVEY, THf)MAS KIBBLE. JitiKlnnd, iK<)4~ !«'/>■ I^ovc ......... 2t'H The Devil at Home (The DeviVt Progress) 951 From: — The Dcvil'ti Progrcsit ... 371 HEYWOOD, JOHN. I'tiKl'lli'l, rl. ir/,^. From : " Be merry, friends" . . ■ 347 m IMHOX iiK Ali'l'IKillN AND TITI.IW. HKVWDOp, tHOMAH, ^' I'mlt ilouili nwiiy" I'lMitiii, 'rii» PtTim : — A|iuliigv tut Ai'lun tllUltlN«. JIIHN. l--iiuliiii.|. liiii.j ..r Ui II I'llfiili^ili IIILI., AAUliN, f>'*r*m : — I'titllMBtip lit /ntrt, ^uq i Vecsen wili- li>h 1111 n VVIiiiliiw 111 Ruiillniiil, Bim, • 111,1,. lllilMAS Ni'iv |liiii|.iil,lt. N. I., Ii laio, I'lll' lliiliiilluk ... IIINKf^i MAMl'KL UllilluP ii|> NuRWii;l4|. l-iii>litll'l. irm ifl?-* Iliiliy Hli-cii" ,.,.,. hdhakt, mhs. cmawi.er l-liul;!!!'! The rlinniiCTl t 'ni«» . .... llll|i|'MAN, L'tlAHI.If.N |i-KNNn, f Viilk I IIVi 1B.«-1II8( 4' "J Iff Hiiiiu'irilif Hlilfl, Tlie •' WMwl .■an 1 « CimlM, f lillmkhilii « Nl'W Viilk I IIVi IB.' Mi.>"ierey , I'liliil.li.n t Pmli'l t, lAMIrS, ilhii,!, !::■• lOw. Jmk |mIiii«1iiiiI'i III!" 'I'lll KliiUPiiv U'fwy^f'i It'tiW MOUIt, lAMhS Bt"lhii'l, i: Mm I IV R"" SLvlnili. lli» WliPii ilii" Kvs iiime» llnme . Wi'iiisii I'li'li, 'rile , . , . ittii,i,ANH, jtmiAM lUi.ni'ur, Mi'l, hvUmvli, ^lll=^., l»w-l9»l (.'imll» Mi.'iiUl,«f')V«-S'ni.W) . l*llMUll>-Ut I ll.l^. H>|lUn..r,t ^nlW, NvIV Villi*, HOt.MK.H, (iLIVHIl WKNIIKI,!., Unllllilliliii'. Mil"., iftm-lftt*. 11111 iiiiil liie , llin>«. Till" , . 1 ■ 1 'liiiiiili.'iiliilii 111 ilie HMItiulnua, Tli« > Knlviliil .,..>> I..il«l I, Pitt, The . , . I I lilf Itii i\ Rm-liil MeetlitR illil lniiiKlile" I Mil Mitii tii«iiiiiil, Mri44., inin^ 1041 rllli'P l,iive« , , , l'lll,||.ll,'l,|| I. II. I l|i|,l> I .\ I'll,. I'llll,l,|rl,,lll,l llnl'KlNSDN. |(iH|i:i'll l'lill,i-l.-l|,lil,i, l',i' I-;., me /'•.•m lliiil I iiliiliiliin . , . . llnl'l'IN. \V1I,I,I.\M I I'liiiillii Miiilili'i- .... llllUAl'KllJIIIN lllr. llllH,\ IHIH M.Afl'tlSj. ll.illM'i n 111 , /■'#.'«* .' -■ noiili i , OiIp i| \Att/ttm's '/'»rt»*I,) . Ilnlllill ION, 1,(11(11 |Kiiii,\nii MiiNiKTiiN Mll.NPil) I'lluliiilil, tll,>^lrtH« 1 iKlikllin (l.iiiil Nl|>lil mill C, I MiiiiiliiB . I.i'llilnil rliiiii lii>.> M1.11 ..I lllil . . .... /=>f»w ; - Tirtueilv 111 lliP I.ni- ikMinutie IlilVir,!, KIIWAKIl, Spp l.ilBIl TllliRlllW. iinwAun. nii.NUV. Hi'.. m'tiiii-\, l^\Ht lit*. imWAUli, NIK Udllli'.K'l'. r-iiuliiiiil. i'i"i' in-jii. Ftvm : The llllinl l.mlv . . . . iinwii;, I in. I A wAun. N.',. \..|l. 1 111. I' i»i.. Illtlllii llvillllUl llll> UplilllillL' . , . . Kiivnl lliii'nt, 'I'lie I'lililUli.'H 1 ll.iiiitlitiiii, Minllli, iV t'li., Ilinliiii. llDWni', MAUV. (•it 11) J in 74" 4!»g I'ltHIBhl Uiivliiliili llip lleniUiiinii K^^m ■ — Ihiiiiin 1 l>iiiiluli.-i. 1 M.iiiiilii.iH. Miillln. ,v 1 Ht'ii,r\M.i'i>\vni.MKiNHH'iU'iiwisriini. 1 , .1111.1111 . I'lll- 1***1. llv>MK, JOHN. BtiWIlil. Ir54-1** IVJO HtAMKU. Ul'-rr... tV. I I'lllllty, W, I" ■nii't «m|in( Nl»linWiit.^f «:%«/•**»•* tWiM.> 414 >iWm : — lllrtvl l/Nyi-'j /Vvtm-.j. un, fi>«i fi»4i Wf I t Vlvwev 1 r.^'« /V(»(»ji)i till 4lti>. MtWll, THOMAS, IsilUlflllil, l-'l»- Iftlv Alt Hi IliwkKeeiilH* Antiiw" PK.l' ■ riitf , Oi. , \\«m, Th«. I ,\ll'' ' ' IV . fiiiilii. , ■•,!iHei«lw,l wmewtlwi" Miniitim Muliimloiw Nil .... \m'iiiiMl5>Ki'l\l' Unili *«f 4(V> OS li^M t'liulililil. i.-wj infts. (Ue 111 VliiweiB. 'I'he , IIOWITT. Wll.l.lAM. luivililli,!, I -in -i»;o. Iip|inniiip 111 (he Swnlliiw. I'lie Siiiiiiiipi N111111, A ..... IIOWI.ANII. MAUV WOOI.SKV. iMlillilii.l, 1> IKVI.I \.,» Villi., 11W(. rli"i S|\viiin li'linveiK . . ■ ■ • Up«i riililLlwi. 1 |i. I". IliiHiiii .\ Viv. New Viwk, iiorr. uAi.iMi, Np« v.iiV, iPi«-ii>riv 01,1 . . . SiiHW. - A WhUiM .Stielvh ... IHUtO. VU'ntK, llltlll..'. |l>.1-»-lPllT AViwt ,'— rhe lt|liiiii!(trA''irfr«(«'* ?VrtiM.) ni'MK, Al,KXANl)li:U, R.-.illnil.l, i-u 1--^ 'I'lie St«iv Hlo Simmiti I>vvnlTo\\p»t ..... ji'itivip*' Song U.<»lio <»f t'lk^^mts ffrf>t>A*4M() Oliivp mill llie l.diiin, The , , , . Owi«h>i|i|iei mill v'lickel, 'IVuh* . i«Hni ..... "> Iphhv kiwetl me" . , . j,o\« I eiierammle In Flo\\«y« , > Mnliiiiiiiul . . , , k SllPe»lll» ...... Tnimiwi" of l>>wllin«ii-lH. The AVv»» ISili\l>« nml INwtiv-K. 4S0 1 The St«« Kiniiiiii 4vit MDHtMS. tAMKS. ^rtfttflll,!, ^-l^l -lA'i /%vi»i ; — I'he VillAiw Oiwte , 4 iiri 4fif' 4ri' 41.. ««5 44.1 llftS 4«P 4ii.. 6»> 405 INIlKX (IK Ali'l'lliiKS ANIi 'I'iri.KS, fiO INiil,l.()W, ll'.AN. I ni/l.i||.|, li, I'lr. Illi/li IIiIk "II III" I'lnal >i( l.llKiillinlflli! I.llti' « l.nv> Ii III III" MM M-ililiiM Willi •! Mlllillil! I'llll, A M.n.irniiii.1. < Si'Vflii 'llliii-n 'Iw'i . . , . hcVdii 'I iliicft 'I liinn , , , . , Nnvflii 'riiiino r mil Npvrn 'I'liMOfl Mi« INIKK.IiMMV, ■niiiMAH, hffft tUllMAM, M. 11 JACKSilN, lim.KN HUNT, Aiiili^'nl, MtiM,, inii-iRiit). My l.nijni'y t'ul'luti'.fN I Mohorlq llfiiQ., ntiDl'iM. JACKMON, III^NKV U, nnvriiiii.ih, l.n.. I' lOi" My Wllpiiiiill'hllil JAini'ONK, IKA, llnlv, •■ I v>''i Hialwi Mnler I )iil(iriiiiii (f >/*»'» TniHiliillm) IKNKM, laiWAKI) A, N..*|."H, M, II , I., iiiiv (tiilUK n'l'l ( I'iMhiK JI'.NNKK. Iil< KliWAKI), I'lllllun'l, i;(v in.i Hl|ill> nf Uolll »l 1 tdllNHDN. C, liiiu I'tiim : - W\{<,\\MiV JrillN'iliN, HliWAKII, M,l). I li,/l.ri..|, I'lil., in,/, ^riio Wnltir llilnltor JOHNSON, hami;ki., I'ltuliiml, It"! i/"J (Ihiili.. XII (/'.iw//!- "/■//«/«,(« IVIthii) hll'llli'QIio.ltn , I . , I ( 'III iiiiifiiiw ( Itetm] ■...., I'riim: Kiilliiiili, 'H" I Kplioiil «' I'lilllln.. Niii I MiiKDiiililitil liilliililtiiiillliS "'I'luvnlliii,'' M-i/ ; l.iiiiiloii, H^i ii'i'il Kaiiililni, Tim. v;4 . Vitiiily III tliliiMii WlallflQ, I'ti, ''.'14, VnioMt) nil Hiil."ii l.rn.1, en. JONI'.M, NIK WII.I.IAM, IiukI'IiiM, iiY' ifii Ilnliy, Till- lA/v/// //« Siuitlirll ,if CdlliUui) " Wlial iiiii»hlillo»it Hlnlnf" /^riiiH ! --^ A I'umlttii HiHiK "( I lull/ JONMON, IIKN, I'll/I.Mi.l, i-.M I'M? 'Iliiiilt III Hi" "Illy Willi lliliio nyos " (/'>"!« //«■ OOf* .1/ I'lilhkliiillD) Kiillniili III! 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KINOlll.lCV.CIIAId.KH, I "nl , iiii'( iiir, ■ lull lull III MniKltliil I'lllMWoll, A Mi'iiy I..11I4, 'I'lid , , . , I'miikIi Khviiin nil n KiiiikIi Mmisr, A ■iiiiiil.ii' li" , 'iiilili III 111" l<)v"i . . , , I rlii"" I'lnlmrq, Tlii, . . t 1 KINNKV, COATHM, I V,|||, N Y , li, ,9*1), kniii mi llif, Uoiif , KNOWI.HH, JAMKH HIIKIUDAN, li'-liiiiit, i/tiA imj HwUm\«l»\{ll',i//./.,/^i«) . I.AMII, CIIAIU.KH, '■III'' I, i/r. 1*111 I'lill'tliii'iil l'iii"W"ll I'l Tiilmiiiiii, A . , ll"<.i"i Il'iin,pl,p"|i"i, 'I'll" < Olil li'iinillliii I'nrpi,, 'I'lin . I.AMII, MAKV 1 Ill/lrUPl. I/'.- 111,1/ riM/i/Qlii^ ,1 Nniii" ...... I.ANDON, I.Kri'l'IA I'.I.IZAIIIcril, I'iikIimi'I. iU'" 111,1. llpiilh mill III" V'liilli KpiiiiiIii (.'iiiivlit, 'I'tln .... I.ANDOK, WAI.'I'KH MAVAOK, I'lii'lnii'l. til; - iif., llilll|J"llU llll'l AljMIIIPIIIlliill . f , Mill iiiiliiy, 'I'll ..It,. MiiIiI'k I.HlllPllI, 'Ih" . , , , ' III" Oiiiy I l.ili, 'llin , , . , f I.ANIKK, HlliNKV ( liiiili>»ii/ii, 11, 1 ., iii4#-iiiiii. l^roml rpiilniiiilm Mmllltill'ili nf (liiliilillila I'lililltll.ia I I, 11, l.l|.|/lllii.ll NiM, I'llllmlull'lllil, I/AMCOM. I.IK'V. I.l/W.'il, IWiUtt, lll/1-llt.M, lly llm KliPulili I'llhllal I'I'.iiulil'Hi, Minllll, It I'm,, lltnluli, \,VM., NA'niANim,, I'imt , I'.-,-, >•;>. /''r.'m ; — A liimiiiilgr llin ( Irani . , fi\,nt 1"» Jjit %i'i •I'M >,4H ,1!, 411/ 'li *l)a '/.« >tj 60 INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES. \\y LEIGH, HENRY S. ilnyland. Only Seven . ioo6 LELAND, CHARLES G. l'Ililadcl|jhia, I'ii,, 1824-1901. Fisher's Cottage, The {From German of Heinrich Heine) ....-• 6gi Hans Breitmann's Party .... 999 Ritter Hiico 1000 Publishers : T. 13. Peterson & Bros., Philadelphia. LEONIDAS. Alexandria. 59-129. \iome{Roberi Biand^s Translation) . . 225 On t!ie Pictureof an Infant(.S'. Rogers's Trans.) Si L'ESTRANGE, ROGER. Hngland, 1616-17^4, In Prison 731 From : — The Boys and the Frogs . • 108 LEVER, CHARLES JAMES. Ireland, i8..x>- 1872- Widow Malone 1003 LEWIS, MATTHEW GREGORY. Enw;land, 1775- 181B. Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imogine . . 861 The Maniac 339 LEYDEN, JOHN. Scolland, 1775- iSii- Daisy, Tlie 463 Noontide 410 Sabbath Morning, The 410 LILLY, lOHN. England. 1553- 1600. From : — Endymion 120 LIPPINCOTT, SARA JANE (Grace Greenwood). Ponipey. N. V . b. la-.'j. Horseback Ride, The 665 Poet of To-day, The 767 Publishers : Jas. R. Osgood & Co., Boston. LOCKER-LAMPSON, FREDERICK, England. i82i-i8o5. On an Old Muff 972 Widow's Mite, The 282 LOCKHART, JOHN GIBSON. Scotland. 17^1-1854, Lord of Butrago, The {From the Spanish) . 507 Zara's Ear- Rings {./^r<;;« the Spanish) . . 171 LODGE, THOMAS. England. 1556- 1625. Rosalind's Complaint 194 Rosaline 127 LOGAN, JOHN. Scotland, 1748- 1788. Cuckoo, To the 471 "Thy braes were bonny " .... 288 LOGAU, FRIEDERICH VON. Germany Retribution {Longfelloui's Translation) . . 747 LONGFELLOW, HENRY WADSWORTH. Portland. Maine. 1807 -1882. Agnssiz, Fiftieth Birthday of . . . . 935 Carillon 716 Children's Hour, The 98 Daybreak 408 Divina Commedia ...... 707 Excelsior 777 Footsteps of Angels . . . . . 273 God's Acre ....... 305 Household Sovereign, The {Hanging 0/ tJie Crane) .....••. 79 Hymn to the Night 416 Maidenhood ....... 104 Mnonlighton the Prairie {Evangeline) , 432 Nuremberg 678 Paul Revere's Ride 590 . —Primeval Forest [Evangeline) . . . 453 Psalm of Life, A 769 Rain in Summer ...... 428 Rainy Day, The 344 Reaper and the Flowers, The . . . 276 Resignation ....... 272 Retribution (German 0/ F. von Logan), . 747 Sea-Weed . . .... 622 Snow-Flakes 440 Village Blacksmith, The .... 550 From: — Building of the Ship, 631 ; Endymion, 345, 800; Evangehne, 492 : Fire of Drift-wood, 801 ; Flowers, 494 ; Goblet of Life, 345 ; Gold- en Legend, 794 : Hawthorne, 940 ; Hyperion, 348 ; Ladder of St. Augustine, 399 ; Light of Stars, 348, S02 ; Midnight Mass, 494 ; Sunrise on the Hills, 490 ; Day is done, 490, 8x3, 816. Publishers. Hoitgliton, Milflni, &l Co.. Boston. LOVELACE. RICHARD. England. 1618- lOs^- Althea from Prison, To 146 Lucasta, To 242 Lucasta, on Going to the Wars, To . . 235 LOVELL, MARIA. T^ri'w.'—Ingomar the Barbarian . . . . 205 LOVER. SAMUEL. Ireland, 1797- 1866. Angel's Whisper, The 81 Birth of St. Patrick, The .... 1004 Father Land and Mother Tongue . . . 77S Low-backed Car, The 197 Rory O' More 196 Widow Machree 200 LOVERIDGE, RICHARD. England, Higliteenth Cenlnry Stanzas added to "The Roast Beef of Old England" ....... 575 LOWELL, JAMES RUSSELL. Cambridge, M.ibs., 1819-1891. Abraham Lincoln ...... gjo Auf Wiedersehen ! (/^7-(7m 6'«ww/^r) . .170 Courtin', I'he ...... 993 First Snow-Fall, The 275 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, To 937 June {The Vision 0/ S ir Laitn/al) . . . 424 Sonnets 216 Summer Storm ...... 429 Washington ....... 927 What Mr. Robinson thinks {Bigloiv Papers). 1)94 William Lloyd Garrison .... 932 Winter Pictures {Tlie I'ision 0/ S ir Launfal) 43S Winter Evening Hymn to my Fire . 228 Yussouf . 76S From'. — Biglow Papers, 493, 539, 541, 55S ; I rent, 723 : Love, 215 : Ode to Freedom, 604 ; Rhcecus, 1^69 : Sirens, The, 631 ; Sonnet, 796, 807 ; To the Dandelion, 495. Publishers : Houghtun. Mifflin. & Co,. Boston. LOWELL, MARIA WHITE. Watertown. Mass., 1821- 1853. The Morning Glory 280 Publishers : Houghton, Mifflin. & Co.. Boston. LOWELL, ROBERT T. S. Cambridge, Mass., 1816-1891. The Relief of Lucknow 515 Publishers : E. P. Dutton & Co.. New York. LUDLOW, FITZ HUGH- Poughkeepsie, N. Y., 1837-1870. Too Late 755 LUTHER, MARTIN. Germany. 148? -1546- "A mighty fortress is our God" {F. H. Hedge s Translation) 371 Martyrs' Hymn, The (IK J. Fox's Trans.) 365 LYLY, JOHN. England, 1554- 1600. Cupid and Campaspe 1S6 From : — Alexander and Campaspe . . . 495 LYTLE, WILLIAM HAINES. Cincinnati. O.. iS.r6-i86^. Antnnv and Cleopatra 196 LYTTLETON, GEORGE, LORD. England. 1708-1773. '"Tell me, my heart, if this be love" . . 137 From : ~ Advice to a Lady, 2141 7951 Epigram, 204 ; Irregular Ode, 215 ; Prologue to Thom- son's " Coriolanus," S06 ; Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country, 13;? ; Stanza for Thomson's "Castle of Indolence," 940. LYTTON, EDWARD BULWER, LORD. England, 1805- 1S73. From : — Lady of Lyons, 203 ; New Timon, 723,813; Richelieu, 541, S02, S05. INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES. 61 LVTTON. ROBERT BULWER, LORD {Qwen Meredith). England. igji-iSji. Aux Iialiens 264 Chess-Board, The itio Portrait, The 265 Possession 202 Froiti: — Lucile S14 MACAULAV, THOMAS BABINGTON, LORD Horaiius at the Bridge 5^5 Naseby 57& Roman tailier's Sacrifice, The {Virgmia) . 873 MAC-CARTHY, DENIS FLORENCE. Ireland, i8i7-iS8ii- Ireland 579 l^ahor 'Song {Beil-ftntnder) . . . . 55^ Love and Time 150 Summer Longings 4^9 MACDONALD, GEORGE. England, b. iSv.>4. Baby, The . 78 Earl O'Quarterdeck . . . 646 MACE, FRANCIS LAUGHTON. Banyor, Mc. 1816. "Only wainng "... • . . 368 MACKAY, CHARLES. Scotland, 1814-1889. Cleon and I 732 Small Beginnings ...... 779 " Tell mcj ye winged winds " . . . . 369 Tubal Cam ....... 537 MAGINN, WILLIAM. Ireland, 1793- 184=. Waiting for the Grapes 190 MAHONY, FRANCIS {Father Prout). Ireland. 1805- 1S66. Bells 01 Shandon, The 715 Bonaparte, Popular Recollections of {From. Biranger) ....... 913 Flight into Egypt, The . . ." . .382 MALLET, DAVID. Scotland, 1700-1765. ^ri3»:: — Mustapha 539 MANGAN, JAMES CLARENCE. Ireland, 1803-1849. The Sunken City {German 0/ Mueller) . . 825 MANNERS, JOHN, LORD. England, Pub. 1841. Frotn: — England's Trust, and Other Poems . 812 MARLOWE, CHRISTOPHER. EnKlaiiil, 1564- 1593. The Passionate Shepherd to his Love . . 157 Frotn: — Edward II., Sgg : Faustus, 134, 396; Hero and Leander, 203 ; Jew of Malta, 726. MARSDEN, WILLIAM. England. 1754- \'i'>P- What IS Time? 74S MARSTON, JOHN. England, Time of (Jueen Elizabeth and James I. From.'. — A Scholar and his Dog . . . 808 MARVELL, ANDREW. England, 1620- 167S, Death of the While Fawn .... 259 Drop of Dew, A 430 Song of the Emigrants in Bermuda . . 625 From: — An Horalian Ode: Upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland, 539; The Garden, 719, 813 ; The Loyal Scot, 796. MARY. Queen of Hungary, d. 1558. Prayer 365 MASSEY, GERALD. England, b. 182S. " O, lay thy hand in mine, dear" . , . 221 Our Wee While Rose 83 MASSINGER, PHILIP. England, 1584- 1640. From: — The Maid of Honor, 120, 900; A New Way to pay Old Debts . . . 541 MAY, THOMAS. England, about 1594-1650. From: — Henry II., 248; Continuation of Lucan, 311. McMASTER, GUY HUMPHREY. Clyde, N. V. 1929-1887. Carmen Bellicosum .... 590 MATURIN, CHARLES ROBERT. lingland, 1782 - 1S24. Front : — Bertram, 632, Soo. MEEK, ALEXANDER BEAUFORT. Culuinbia. S. C, 1814-1803. Balaklava 516 MEREDITH, OWEN. See LYTTON, Robert Bulwer. MERIVALE, JOHN HERMAN. Englantl, 1779- 1844. The Vow {From the Greek) .... 268 MESSINGER, ROBERT HINCKLEY. Boston, Mass., 1811-1874. Give me the Old iiS METASTASIO. PIERRE A. D. B. Italy. 1698- 1782. Without and Within {Translation) . . 757 MICKLE, WILLIAM JULIUS. Scotland. i7-!4-i7^ The Sailor's Wife 246 From : — Cumnor Hall ... . 491 MILLER, CINCINNATUS HINER (7<'^?«/«) Indiana, b. 1841. People's Song of Peace, The . . . 598 MILLER, WILLIAM. Sen I land. Willie Winkie 83 MILMAN. HENRY HART. England, 1701 - i86g. t\ehr&\\ V^^AAm^i Fall o/yernsalem) . . 212 Jewish Hymn in Babylon . . . 372 MILNES, RICHARD MONCKTON. See HOUGHTON, LORD. MILTON, JOHN. England. looS- 1674. AAnm :\nd ILve {Paradise Lost) . . . 711 Adam describing Eve {Paradise Lost) . 209 Adam's Morning Hymn in Paradise . . 363 Adam to Eve . . . . . . 216 Battle of the Angels {Paradise Lost) . . 500 Blindness, On his 366 Blindness, On his own ( To Cyriack Skinner) 735 Cromwell, To the Lord-General . . . gog Epitaph on Shakespeare .... 906 Evening in Paradise {Paradise Lost) . . 413 Faithful Angel, The (Paradise Lost) . . 387 Haunt of the Sorcerer {Co?nus) . . . 830 II Penseroso . _ 786 Invocation to Light {Paradise Lost) . . 407 L'Allegro 785 Lady lost in the Wood {Comus) . . . 829 May Morning ...... 422 Nymph of the Severn {Comns) . . . 830 Samson on his Blindness {Samson Agonistes) 321 Selections from " Paradise Lost " . . 321 From: — Comus, 491, 55S, 726, 796, 869: Ly- cidas, 203, 490, 404, 405, 812; On his Being Arrived to the Age of Twenty-three, 3Q5 ; On the Detraction which Followed my Writing Certain Treatises, II,, 601 ; Paradise Lost, 121, 203, 204, 205, 206, 207, 215, 232, 310, 346, 348) 394i 395. 396, 398, 3V9t 490. 49i» 492. 494, 496, 539. 540. 558, 6oi, 719, 722, 724, 725, 794, 798, 799, 801, 803, 807, 808, 812, 814, 815, 816, 868, 899; Paradise Regained, 107, 490, 720, 800, 804, 811; Samson Agonistes, 631, 794; To the Lady Margaret Ley, 939; To the Nightingale, 496; Translation of Horace, 632. MITCHELL, WALTER F. New B,,-- 1757, P'rom: — Fables: Happy Marriage, The, 215 ; Spider and the Bee, Ihe, 134, 795. MOORE, THOMAS. Irclaiiil. i77t)- 1^52. *' Alas ! how light a cause may move" . . 264 "As by the shore, at break of day " . . 577 *' As slow our ship " ..... 237 "Believe me, if all those endearing young charms '* 174 Black and Blue Eyes 131 Campbell, To 920 Canadian Boat-Song, A 665 "Come, rest in this bosom "... 1S5 " Farewell, but whenever " . . . . 240 ** Farewell to thee, .^niby's daughter " {Fire- li 'or shippers) 294 " Fly to the desert, tly with me "{From Light 0/ Ihe Harem) ...... 151 Go where Glory waits thee .... 237 "I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled " 22S Linda to }\AitA{Fire-li''orskippers) . . 251 Love's Young Dream 262 "Oft. in the stilly night" .... 31S " O, breathe not his name" .... 921 Orator Puff 962 Origin of the Harp. The 865 Sprmg {From the Greek of AnacreoH) . 422 Svria ( Paradise and the Peri) . . . 451 'I'emplc to Friendship, A . . . . lao " The harp that once through T.ira's halls " . 577 "Those evening bells" .... 716 " *T is the last rose of summer " . . . 465 Vale of Avoca, The n6 Vale of Cashmere, The {Light of the Harem) 452 Verses written in an Album .... 133 From : All that 's bright must fade, 793 ; Blue Stocking, 816; "How shall I woo?" 121; HI Omens, 205; "I s;iw thy form," 24S : Lalla Rookh : Fire- Worshippers, 34S, — Light of the Harem, 203, — Paradise and the Peri, 396, — Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, 120, 397. 793 : Lines on the Death of Sheridan, 940 ; Nly Heart and Lute, 7q5 ; " O, the sight entrancing," 539, 602: "Rich and Rare," 721: Sacred Songs, 348, 399; The Time I 've lost, 203, 204 ; To ., 204; "While gazing on the Aloon's Light," 491 ; Young N^ay Moon, 205. MORE, HANNAH. Eilt^laild. 1744- 18?^. Frotn ; — Florio 812 MORLAIX, BERNARD DE. I'Vaiicc, lalh Century. Bciietlictine Monk., The Celestial Country {Joliti Mason Nettle's Translation) . . . . . • 35i MORRIS, CHARLES. Uiii^laml. 1739-16(2. From : — Town and Country. . . . S14 MORRIS, GEORGE PERKINS. Phil.i.iclphi.i. I'a.. iSu;-i864. My Mather's Bible 100 Tlie Retort , , 996 " Woodman, spare that tree " . . . . io« MORRIS. J. W. America. Collusion between a Alegaiter and a Water- Snaik ........ 1000 MORRIS. WILLIAM. liii^ilan.l, li. i8u. Atalanta Conquered ( The Earthly Paradise) 165 Atal.inta Victorious ** '' " 164 March 418 Riding Together. 883 MOSS, THOMAS. En^laiul. almul 1740 -1808. The Beggar 340 MOTHERWELL, WILLIAM. Scotland. 1797- 18^5. Jeanie Morrison ...... 242 " My heid is like to rend, Willie " . . 269 ''They come ! tlie merry summer months" . 423 MOULTON, ELLEN LOUISE CHANDLER. Fomfrct, Ctmii.. b. i,si5. Late Spring, The 322 MOULTRIE, JOHN. England. Hub. 1839. Forget thee 16 r The Three Sons ....... 00 MUELLER, WILLIAM. Oeriiiaiiy. 1704- 1SJ7. The Sunken V\\y {yames Clarence Mangan's Translation^ . . . .825 MULOCK, DINAH MARIA. SeeCK.MK, Dinah Mulock. MUNBY, ARTHUR J. England. Apris 776 NABB. From : — Microcosmos 34S NAIRNE, CAROLINA. BARONESS. Scutland, 1776- 1^4=;. Laird o' Cockpen, The ..... 200 Land o' the Lea!, The agfr NASH, THOMAS England, 155S-1&00. " Spring, the sweet Spring " . . . . 432 NEALE, JOHN MASON. England. iSiS-ise*. Art thou Weary ? {From the Latin of St. Stephen the Sabaite) 364 Celestial Countn.*, The {From the Latin of Bernard de Morlaix) .... 351 *■ Darkness is thinning" [From the Latin of St. Gregory the Great) . . 360 NEELE. HENRY. England, 179S-1S28. " Moan, moan, ye dying gales" . . . 315 NEWELL, ROBERT HENRY (0^-//ic;« C. AV^). New York City, 1836-1901. Poems received in Response to an Advertised Call for a National Anthem .... 1007 Publishers : Loc & Slicp.ird. Boston. NEW ENGLAND PRIMER. Quotations 107, 30S, 397 NEWMAN. JOHN HENRY. England, i8oi-i&». r'lowers without Fruit 7S9 The Pillar of the Cloud 364 NICHOLS. MRS. REBECCA S. Greenwich. N. 1. l'ul>. 1S44. The Philosopher Toad 694 INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES. 63 NICOLL, ROBERT. Scutl.miJ, 1814-1837. We are Brethren a* .••*.. 117 NOEL, THOMAS. Hmjlancl. \'nb. 1841. The Pauper's Drive 341 NORRIS. JOHN. Hii>^l.iini. i'j'i7- 1711. My Little Saint i;?! Frotn : — The Parting 347 NORTH, CHRISTOPHER. See Wilson, John. NORTON, CAROLINE ELIZABETH S., HON. England, 1808- l^^t. Arab to his Favorite Steed, The . . . 664 Bingen on the Rhine 521 King of Denmark's Ride, The . . . 293 Love Not 320 Mother's Heart, The 83 " We have been friends together" . , 116 Frotn: — The Dream 232 O'BRIEN, FITZJAMES. IrelanrJ, b. 1829 ; d. wounded, in Virginia, 1862, Kane 913 O'KEEFE, JOHN. Ireland. 1747 - 1833. *' I am a friar of orders gray " {Robitt Hood) . 964 OLDMIXON, JOHN. England. i(j7-!-i742 From: — Governor of Cyprus . . . . 271 OLIPHANT, THOMAS. EngLind. '* Where are the men ? " {From tJie Welsh of Talhaiarn) ....... 530 O'REILLY, JOHN BOYLE. Ireland, 1844-1890. •' My Native Land 579 Publi^ncrs ! Roberts Brothers, Boston. O'REILLY, MILES. SCL- HALPINE. CHARLES G. ORRERY, CHARLES BOYLE, EARL OF. England, 1676- 17)1. From. : — Henry V. 120 OSGOOD, FRANCES SARGENT. Boston, Mass., 1812-1850. To Labor is to Pray 556 OSGOOD, KATE PUTNAM. Fryebur^, Me., b, 1843. Driving Home the Cows ..... 531 Publishers 1 Houghton. Mifflin, & Co.. Boston. O'SULLIVAN, JOHN L. America. From: — The Djinns (Fro?n the French 0/ Victor Hugo 868 OTWAY, THOMAS. England, 1651 -1685, JafBer parting with Belvidera {Venice Pre- served ........ 239 From : — Caius Marius, 725 ; Don Carlos, 108 ; Orphan, The, 23a, 795; Venice Preserved, 133, 206. OVERBURY, SIR THOMAS. Eniiland. 1581- !6ii. From : — A Wife, 232, 796. OVID. [PuBLius OviDius Naso.] Italy. 43 B, C. -18 A. D. From : — Metamorphoses {DryderCs Transla- tion), 493; Metamorphoses (r^^fr attd Stotte- street^s Translation), 395. PAINE, THOMAS. England, 1736- iftn^^. The Castle in the Air 823 PALMER, JOHN WILLIAMSON. Baltimore. Md., b, 1825 '* For Charlie's sake " 277 Thread and Song 104 Publishers : Charles Scriboer's Sons, N*w York. PALMER, RAY. Rhode Island. 1808-1887. " I saw thee " 393 The Soul's Cry 394 Publisher : A. D. F. Randolph, New York. PALMER. WILLIAM PITT. Stockbridge. Mass., i8os>i884. The Smack in School 90 PARKER, MARTYN. England, XVII. Century. From : — Ye Gentlemen of England . . 632 PARKER, THEODORE. Lexinjjton. Mass., iSiu-iBbfj. ' • The Way, the Truth, and the Life * ' . .389 Publishers : D. Appltton & Co.. New York. PARNELL, THOMAS. England, 1679- 1717. " When your beauty appears "... 185 From : — An Elegy to an Old Beauty, 134 ; Her- mit, The, 399, 490 ; Pervigilium Veneris, 207. PARSONS, THOMAS WILLIAM. Boston, Mass., 1810-1892. On a Bust of Dante 90S Publishers : Houghton, MifHin & Co., Boston. PATMORE, COVENTRY. England, 1823-1896. Rose of the World, The 12a Sly Thoughts 186 Sweet Meeting of Desires .... 170 Tribute, The 126 PAYNE, JOHN HOWARD. New York City, 179.- 1852. Home, Sweet Home (Clan\ the Maid of Milan) 225 Brutus's Oration over the Body of Lucretia {Brutus) 875 Publisher ; S. French & Son, New York. PEALE, REMBRANDT. Near I'liiladelj.hia, Pa., 1778 -i860. Faith and Hope 231 PEELE, GEORGE. England, 1552-1598 From : — The Arraignment of Paris : Cupid's Curse 307 PERCIVAL, JAMES GATES. Berlin, Conn,, 1795-1856. May 423 Coral Grove. The 624 Seneca Lake 449 From : — The Graves of the Patriots . . 601 Publishers : Houyhton, Mifflin, &c Co., Boston. PERCY, FLORENCE. See ALLEN. Elizabeth Akers. PERCY, THOMAS BISHOP. England. 1728- i8ir. Friar of Orders Gray, The *' O Nanny, wilt thou gang wi' me ? *' . From : — Winifreda PERRY. NORA. Providence, R. I., 1841-1896. Love-Knot, The 190 PETTEE, G. W. Canada. Sleigh Song 670 PFEFFEL. Germany. 1736-1809. The Nobleman and the Pensioner (C^r/« T. Brooks's Translation) 520 PHILIPS, JOHN. England, 1676-1708. The Splendid Shilling 947 PHILLIPS, AMBROSE. England. 1675-1749. " Blest as the immortal gods " {From the Greek) 184 PHILOSTRATUS. Greece. Second Century. " Drink to nie only with thine eyes " ( Trans- lation 0/ Ben yonson) 125 PIERPONT, JOHN. Litchfield, Cnnn.. 1785- 1866. My Child 278"- Not on the Battle-Field • • • • 534 Warren's Address .... . 500 Whittling 979 Frofn : — A Word from a Petitioner . . . 604 PINKNEY. EDWARD COATE. Annapolis, Md., 1802- i8a8. A Health , . 129 137 156 215 64 INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES. PITT, WILLIAM. England, d. 1840. The Sailor's Consolation 630 POE, EDGAR ALLAN. Baltimore. Md.. 1811-1849. Annabel Lee 285 Annie, For Bells. The Raven, The From ; — To F. S. O Publisher : W, J. Widdleton, New York. POLLOK, ROBERT. Scotland, 1709- 1827. Byron (Course of Time) . Ocean " '' . . Froin : — Course of Time 299 714 852 796 . 918 610 3461 797 POMFRET. JOHN. England, 1667- 17C3. Froitt : — Verses to his Friend under Afflic- tion, 312, 347. POPE, ALEXANDER. England. 1688-1744. Addison {Frolog^ie to The Satires) . . . 9'o Be]\nd3i { T/ie Fape 0/ the Loci) . . . 12S Dying Christian to his Soul, The . . . 365 Fame (Essay on Man) . • . . 780 Greatness " " 7S1 Happiness '* *' .... 736 Nature's Chain C£'ij«>' *?« jl/aw) . . . 405 Ode to Solitude 225 Poet's Friend, The {Essay on Man) . .911 Reason and Instinct " " . . 781 Ruling Passion, The (-■l/fnz/^j.frty.r) . . 779 Scandal (Prologue to the Satires) . . 7S1 Sporus, — Lord Her\'ev " . . . . 909 Tg\\^\,'Y\\g {Rape 0/ the Lock) . . . Til Universal Prayer, The . . . . _ • 37° From : — Dunciad, The, 396, 724, 803, 807 ; Eloisa to Abelard, 215,248 ; Epigram from Boiieau, 810; Epilogue to Satires, 797 ; Epistle IL, 107 ; Epistle to Mr. Addison, 120; Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. 107, 805,815; Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford, 801 ; Epitaph on Gay, 724 ; Epitaph on Hon. S. Harcourt, 120; Essay on Criticism, 798, 799, S03, S05, S06, S07, S12 ; Essay on Man, 107, 394. 395) 397( 39S< 399. 489. 496, 792, 793, 796, 799, 800, 801, 803, S07, 808, 812, 815, 938, 939 ; Imitations of Horace, 793, 796, S03, S04, 806, 807, Sii, S14 ; Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry, 205 ; Moral Essays, 215, 231, 232, 396, 723, 795, 797. 798, 799, S05, 804, S05, 80S, S12. 814 ; Pro- logue to Addison's Cato, 602 ; Rape of the Lock, 203, 799, 810, Sii, 814, S15 ; Temple of Fame, 811 ; To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, 311, 312 ; Translation of Homer's Iliad, 120, 792, 797 ; Translation of Homer's Odyssey. 121, 207, 4S9 ; Wife of Bath : Prologue, S05 ; Wind- sor Forest, 671, 672, S15. PORTEUS, BEILBY. England, 1731 - 1S08, From : — Death, 311, 539, 541, 559, 794- PRAED, WINTHROP MACKWORTH. Entjland, 1802-iSw. Belle of the Ball, The 97' Camp-bell 920 From: — "I remember, I remember," 108; School and Schoolfellows, 309. PRENTICE. GEORGE DENISON. I'rt'ston, Conn . 1S02- 1870. The Closing Year 752 PRIEST, NANCY AMELIA WOODBURY. .\iiii.Tica, 1837 - 1870. Heaven ........ 3^S Over the River 276 PRINGLE, THOMAS. Scotland, 17S9-1834- *' Afar in the desert " 319 PRIOR. MATTHEW. England. 1664-1721, "To the Honorable Charles Montague . 73° From: — Henry and Emma, 721 ; Upon a Pas- sage in the Scaligerana, S03. PROCTER. ADELAIDE ANNE. En>;land, 1826-1864. Doubting Heart, A ji8 Judge Not 784 Lost Chord, A 760 Woman's Answer, A .... . 143 Woman's Question, A .... . 143 Front : — Hearts 271 PROCTER, BRYAN W. {Barr}' Cornwall). England, 1787-1874. Address to the Ocean 611 Blood Horse, The 467 Golden Girl, A 132 History of a Life 741 Owl, The 483 Poet's Song to his Wife, The . . . 219 Sea, I1ie 625 " Sit dowTi, sad soul " ..... 369 " Softly woo away her breath" . . . 296 Song of Wood Nymphs .... 835 Stormy Petrel, The 483 White Squall, The 629 PROUT, FATHER. See Mahony, Francis. PULTENEY, WILLIAM, EARL OF BATH. England. 1682-176.1. /'?-£77K ; ^ 1 he Honest Jury .... Sio PUNCH. Published in London. Bomba. King of Naples, Death-Bed of , . 922 Collegian to his Bride, The .... 992 Jones at the Barber's Shop . . . .1011 Roasted Sucking Pig 1013 QUARLES, FRANCIS. Eii^'laiul. 159^-1044- Delight in God 360 Vanity of the World, The . . . _ . 743 From: — Emblems, 214, 309, 489, 79S ; Divine Poems, 309. RALEIGH, SIR WALTER. England. 1552-1618. Lines found in his Bible 745 Nymph's Reply, The 158 Pilgrimage, I'he 361 Soul's Errand, The 745 From : — The Silent Lover 204 RAMSAY. ALLAN. Scotland, 1685- 175S. '■ At setting day and rising morn" . . . i6r Lochaber no more 237 RANDOLPH, ANSON D. F. Woodbruli^e. N. J.. 1820-18961 Hopefully Waiting 39' RANDOLPH, THOMAS. England. n>..>-i634. Fairies' Song {Lei^h Hitnfs Translation) . S35 To a Lady admiring herself in a Looking- glass 125 RASCAS, BERNARD. I'rovence, Erance, The Love of God { IV. C Bryants Tram.) . 3S8 RAY, WILLIAM. England, pub, 1752. Frofn : — History of the Rebelhon . . 540 RAYMOND, ROSSITER W. Cinciiinali, O . I' 1840. Troop*it's'Dt!iih,T\\s [From the German) . 518 READ, THOMAS BUCHANAN. Chester. Pa.. i82-;-i872. Angler, The 669 Br.ive at Home, The 563 Closing Scene, The 710 Driftinp 684 Sheridan's Ride 594 Publishers : J. B Lippincott & Co.. Philadelphii. REQUIER, AUGUSTUS JULIAN. LliJriestoii. S. C. 1^^^-1*87. Baby Zulma's Christmas Carol ... 81 RITTER, MARY LOUISE. New Vork City. b. 1837. t'erished . . 3JI Why? 148 INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES. 65 ROBERT 11. (5o«o/ Hugh Capet). Veni Sancte SpiritusiC. IV ink-worth's Trans.") 356 ROBERTS. SARAH. rort^mouth, N II. The Voice of the Grass 4^5 ROCHESTER. JOHN WILMOT, EARL OF. "Too late, alas, I must confess" . . . 160 From : — Song, 134 ; Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II 940 RODGER, ALEXANDER. Scotl.liui. 1-84- i84t>. " Behave yoursel' before folk "... 157 ROGERS. SAMUEL. Eniiland, 1703- 1855- Descent, The 446 Ginevra 890 Italy 679 Jorasse (//rt/v) 651 JVIarriage {.Human Life) 212 Naples {Italy) 6S3 On the Picture of an Infant {Greek 0/ Leon- idas) 81 Rome {Italy) 680 Sleeping Beautv, A 130 Tear, A 789 Venice (Italy) 679 Wish, A 225 From : — Italy, 248, 493 ; Human Life, 311, S09 ; Jacqueline, 34S. RONSARD, PIERRE. l-rance. 154-- 'S*"? Return of Spring { 7'?'(Z«j/4. Miiking-Maid, The .... . . 132 Up-Hill 363 ROSSETTT, DANTE GABRIEL. En^'Iand, i828-i8S.\ Blessed Damozel, The S24 Nevermore, The . . . ■' . . 744 ROWE, NICHOLAS. England. 1673- 1718. From: — The Fair Penitent . . . 134, 347 ROYDEN, MATHEW. Enyi-ind, abuut i^f^o. Sir Philip Sidney 904 From : — An Elegie on a Friend's Passion for his Astrophill 133 RYAN, ARRAM T- Norfolk, Va.. 1840-1886. Rosary of my Tears 742 Sentinel Songs 532 The Cause of the South 596 RYAN, RICHARD. Hii^;laiid, i796-iH4<], "Oh, saw ye the lass" 149 SANGSTER, CHARLES. Kingston. Canada, b. 1822. The Comet ■ 863 The Snows 666 Publisher : Juliii Lovell, Montreal, Canada. SANGSTER, MRS. MARGARET E. M. New Kochelie, N. Y.. b. i8j8 " Are the children at home " . . . , 281 SAPPHO. Island of Lesbos. 600 B. C. "Blest as the Immortal Gods" [Ambrose Phillips^ s Translation) . '. . . 1S4 SARGENT, EPES. Glcjiicester, Mass., 1814-1380. A Life on the Ocean Wave .... 630 SAVAGE, RICHARD. England, 1696-1743, From: — The Bastard 812 SAXE, JOHN GODFREY. Highgate, \'x., 1816-1887. Echo 1014 '* My eyes ! how I love you " . . - . 195 Proud Miss McBride, The .... 985 Railroad Rhyme 9S0 Woman's Will . . . . . 9S1 Publisliers : Hougliton, Mifflin, & Co., Boston. SCHILLER. FRIEDRICH. Wiirtenibcrg, 175,9-1805. From: — Homeric Hexameter {Coleridge'' s Translation) 631 SCOTT, SIR WALTER. Scotland, 1771- 18^2. "And said I that my limbs were old" {Lay 0/ tile Last Minstrel) 202 Bear an Dhuine [Lady 0/ the Lake) . . 510 " Breathes there the man " {Last Minstrel) . 563 Christmas in Olden Time {A/artnion) . , 698 Clan-Alpine, Song d^ {Lady of tite Lake) . 519 Coronach {Lady of tiie La/ce) . . . 283 Coimty Guy [Qncntin Dnrward) . . . 194 FitzJamesand Roderick D\\\x {Lady of Lake) 655 Flodden Field {Marjttion) .... 507 Helvellyn 654 iames Fitz James and Ellen {Lady of Lake) . 648 ■ochmvar {Marmion) . .... 175 Marniion and Douglas {.i1/i2r7«?'(3«} . . . 648 Melrose Abbey {Lay of the Last Minstrel) 675 Norham Castle {Marmion) .... 676 Pibroch of Donuil Dhu {Lady of tlie Lake). 518 Rebecca's Hymn {Ivanhoe) .... 372 Scotland {Lay of t/ie Last Minstrel) . . 575 "Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er" {Lady of the Lake) 530 Stag Hunt, The [Lady of the Lake) . . 658 "Ihe heath this night " {Lady of the Lake) . 2,14 " Waken, lords and ladies gay " . . 658 From : — Bridal of Tilermain. 395 ; Lady of the Lake, 204, 308, 670, (^71. 719, 721, 791, 813; Lay of the Last Minstrel, 491, 494, Sii, 814: Lord of the Isles, 348, 539, 893; Marmion, 108, 248, 816, 899; Monastery, 397 SCUDDER, ELIZA. The Love of God 392 SEARING, LAURA C. REDDEN kHoivard Glyndofi). Somtrhu't Co.. Md., b. 1842. Mazzini 934 SEDLEV, SIR CHARLES. England, 1631-1701. To a Very Young Lady J 47 " Phillis IS my only joy " . - . ■ 124 SEWALL. HARRIET WINSLOW. America, d. 1831. Why thus Longing? . . ... 392 SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM. England, 1564- 1616. Airy Nothings {Tempest) .... 867 Approach of A^e {Sonnet XII.) . . . 753 Antony's Oration over the Body of Cssar {Jtdius Ca&ar) . . . ■ • . S75 "Blow, blow, thou winter wind" {As Von Like It) ....... 316 C\top2iX.r2i {A ?ttony and Cleopatra) . . 712 Compliment to Queen ¥.\\z?ht\\\{Midsii?nmer Nighfs Dream) 835 Course of True Love, The {Midsummer NighVs Dream) 250 Dagger of the Mind, A {Macbeth) . , 8S2 Dover Cliff {A'ing Lear) ..... 445 Fairies' Lullaby {Midsummer NighVs Dream) 835 " Farewell ! thou art too dear " . . 239 " Fear no more the heat " {Cymbelijie) • . 301 Friendship (//«;«/(?/) . . . . • iii Grief {Hamlet) 294 " Hark, hark ! the lark " [Cymbeline) ■ 474 Hotspur's Description of a Fop {Henry II-'.) 506 King to his Soldiers before Harfleur, The {Henry V.) 503 66 INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES. ■* Let me not to the marriage of true minds " . aoS IjOvm {Merc/umt of I'^enice) . - • 125 Love Dissembled \As Vou Like It) . • 144 Love's Memory (A/Z's It'elithat Ends If 'ell) 343 Martial Friendship (Cfl^/f/rtHMj) . • • 114 Murder, The {M.icbet/i) . . . . S83 Music {Merchant of Venice) .... 775 Old Age of Temperance {.As Yov Like It.). 546 0\\v\:i. {Twei/th Nifrht) 122 " O mistress mine I " { Tivet/th Night) . 122 Othello's Defence {Othello) . . . .145 Othello's Remorse \Otliello) . . . . S77 Portia's Picture (^J/rrf/mw^ C/" Z^'VwrVc) . . 122 QyxtQnM.3.h{Koffieo and Juliet) . . 836 Seven Ages of Man (As You Like It) . -7*^ Shepherd's Life, A {Henry I'L Fart III.) 225 Slcc\i {//enry II'. Part I/.) . . . .7(^2 Soliloquy on Death (//o. 3>'i 345t 34&t 347t 395- 396, 397» 399. 4«9. 490, 49i. 495. 540, 559. 671, 731, 732, 723, 724, 725, 793, 797, 798, 801, 803, 804, 80S, 809, 811, 813, 814, S15, 867, 868, 900. Julius Cxsar, 120, 121, 306, 310, 492. 539. ^7<^t 671, 732, 793, 797. 799. 802, Sio, 899, 900. 938. King Henry IV. Pt. I, 108, 313, 397, 398. 670, 671, 722, 793, 798, 807, 812, 815, 816. King Henry IV. Pt. U., 346, 395. 540. 724, Soo. King Henry V., 395, 540, 559, 631, 632, 723, S02, 811. 867. King Henry VI., Pt. I., 310, 795, 8io. King Henry VI., Pt. II., 495, 724, 796, 799. King Henry VI., Pt. III., 541, 79S, S02, 815, 938. Kmg Henry VIII., 311, 312, 345, 346, 347. 601, 723, 811. King Jolin. 107, 232, 309, 345, 346, 34S. 54'. 603, 722, 726, 798, 799, 801, 812, 815, 899. King Lear, 346, 347, 34S, 494, 721, 723, S02. King Richard II., 308, 309, 310, 346, 541, 603, 719, 722. 725, 792. King Richard III., 107, 232, 310, 396. 54o. 541. 721, 7J2, 74(>, 8*.io, 8o2, 803, S04, 868, 899, 938. Love's Labor Lost, 133, 203, 723, 724, 795, 804, 810. Lover's Complaint, 204. Macbeth. 232, 309, 311, 313, 345. 346. 347, 396, 491, 540, 541, 559, 720, 724, 725, 791, 792, 793, 794. 797. 798. 800, 802, Sio, 816, 868, 900. Measure for Measure, 205, 232, 310, 347, 797, 800, 81 >, Si 3. Merchant of Venice, 133, 203, 24S, 312, 346, 347, 34S, 496, 632, 722, 723, 724, 797, 798, 803, S03, S04, 891). Merry Wives of Windsor. 868, 869. Midsummer Night's Dream, 303, 495, 7331 806, S67, 8(19, ' Much Aao About Nothing, 121, 303, 304, 371, 313, 345, 723, 724, 799, Soi. Othello, 207, 248, 347, 539, 721, 733, 723, 724, 731;, 811, QOO. Passionate Pilgrim, 492. Romeo and Juliet, 134- 207, 241, 345, 346. 490, 49a. 731, 72^, 724, S09, 815, 890. Sonnet XVI IL, 134. Sonnet XXV., 540. Sonnet LXVL, 39S. Sonnet LXX., 722. Sonnet XC, 271. Sonnet XCVIII., 492. Sonnet CXI., 722. Sonnet CXXXII.,491. Taming of the Shrew, 121, 215, 725, 804. Tempest. 133, 205, 492, 672, 721. 797, S05, 869. Timon of Athens, 347, 489. Titus Andronicus, 311, 798. Troilus and Cressida, 121, 792, 811. Twelfth Night, 205, 215, 494, 79S, 808. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 133, 134, 203, 315, 271. 345t 493. 723. 795- Venus and Adonis, 205, 803. Winter's Tale, 107, 134, 495, 631, 724, 802. SHANLV. CHARLES DAWSON. Ireland, iSxi — l'lorul;i. 1875. Brierwood Pipe Civil War . . . . • . Kitty of Coleraine SHARPE, R. S. 525 525 1S7 EiiL'laiul, 17S9- 18.15. The Mm ' ^ linute-Gun SHEALE, RICHARD. Chevy-Chase SHELLEY. PERCY BYSSHE. Cloud, The lanihe, Sleeping {Queen Mab) . • " I arise from dreams of thee" * . • " I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden " Lament, A Love's Philosophy " Music, when soft voices die "... Night {Queen Mal>) Night, To Ozymandias of Egypt Skylark. To the Sunset {Queen Mah) ..... '* The sun is warm, the sky is clear " View from the Euganean Hills War *' When the lamp is shattered" . From : — Cenci, The, 72a ; Julian and Maddalo, S06 ; Prometheus Unbound, 206. SHENSTONE, WILLIAM. Eiii;l.iml. 1714-- 176^ Village Schoohnistress. The ( Schoolmistress) From: — Pastoral, A. 241 ; Schoolmistress, The, 107 ; Written on the Window of att Inn, 121. SHEPHERD. N. G. Aiiicric.i. " Only the clothes she wore " . SHERIDAN. RICHARD BRINSLEY. Irol.tiid, 1751 - 1816. Let the Toast pass (,Sckoot/or Scandal) SHIRLEY, JAMES. tnylaiui, 154J- i6<>0. Death, the Leveller From : — Cupid and Death 627 63s 18S '31 322 1S8. 776 4'5 4" + 7"7 473 412 3"7 441 499 262 SIBLEY, CHARLES. Scotl.iiui. The Plaidie SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP. EiiKliiiHl. 1554- 15^. Love's Silence " My true-love hath mv heart" . S\eep{Aslri>f/ir/ar,J StMt) . "With how sad steps, O Moon " . SIGOURNEY, LYDIA HUNTLEY. Norwicli, Conn.. I7QI -1865. Coral Insect, The .... *' Go to thy rest, lair child" . Man — Woman .... Tublishcrs: Haiiierilcy & Co.. Hartford, Conn. SIMMONS, BARTHOLOMEW. Ircl.iiul. (ml) 1843 : d. 1850. To the Memory of Thomas Hood 301 30S .87 144- '37 762 249' 623 281 776 INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES. 67 SIMMS, WILLIAM GILMORE. ClKirk-stfin. S. C. 1806-18711, Grape-Vine Swing, The 456 Mother and Child Si Shaded Water 448 Publishers : W. J. Wicldleton & Co.. New York. SKELTON. JOHN. En^l.tnil, :il><>ut 146.1-1520. To Mistress Margaret Hussey , . . 122 SMITH, ALEXANDER. Scotlaiul. iHt.,-i8h7. Lady Barbara 163 Tlie Night before the Wedding . . . 210 Front: — A Life Drama .... 493, S07 SMITH, CHARLOTTE. lingLiiui. 1749-1806. The Swallow ... ... 478 SMITH, F. BURGE, MRS. khodc Island, b. 182O. Little Goldenhair -85 SMITH, HORACE. lin^jland. i77Ci-i84(,. Address to the Mummy at Belzoni's Exhibition 717 Flowers, Hymn to the ..... 459 Moral Cosmetics ...... 545 Tale of Drury Lane, A {Rejected Addresses) 1006 The Gouty Merchant and the Stranger . . 962 From : — Rejected Addresses SMITH, TAMES. nd. 17; Hntil.ind, 1775- iSw- From : — Rejected Addresses SMITH, SERA. Tiirni.T. Mt;.. 1792-1868, The Mother's Sacrifice 808 86 1013 203 67. 717 383 341 891 SMITH, SYDNEY. Enj,'lanrl, 1^71 - 11^45. A Recipe for .Salad . SMOLLETT, TOBIAS GEORGE, Scotl.Tnil. 1721 - 1771 From : — Roderick Random SOMERVILLE, WILLIAM. Eii^'l.ind, 1677 -1742. From : — The Chase SOUTHEY, MRS. CAROLINE BOWLES Iiii(;liiiifl. 1787- 18.^4. Cuckoo Clock, The (r/w Birthday) Greenwood Shrift, The .... Pauper's Death-Bed, The Young Gray Head, The SOUTHEY, ROBERT. lintcl'iiid. 1774 -184^. Blenheim, The Battle of 538 Cataract of Lodore, The .... 449 Devil's Walk, The 949 Emmett's Epitaph 921 God's Judgment on a Wicked Bishop , . 879 Greenwood Shrift, The .... 383 Holly-Tree, The 455 Inchcape Rock, The . . , ■ . 620 Old Man's Comforts, The . . . .545 Well of St Keyne, The .... 955 From : — Curse of Kehama, 206, 309, S16 ; Ma- doc, 271 ; Joan of Arc, 311 ; Thalaba the De- stroyer, 491 ; Occasional Pieces, XVIII., 806. SPENCER, CAROLINE S. Catskill. N. v.. iB^u. Living Waters 739 SPENCER, WILLIAM ROBERT. Hii>;laiid, 17?"- it<34- Beth Gelert 662 " Too late I stayed" 117 Wife, Children, and Friends .... 22a SPENSER. EDMUND. Engl.ind. 1551- iSW Beauty {Hymn in Honor of Beauty) . . 730 Bower of Bliss, The {Faerie Queene) . . 829 Bride, The { E piihalamion) . , . .212 Cave of Sleep, The (Faerie Queene) . . 828 Ministry of Angels " "... ^y^ Una and the Lion « t. ^ ^ g^g Una and the Red Crosse Knight {Faerie Queefte) 827 From: — Faerie Queene, 311, 395, 398, 492, 494, 540, 670, 671; Fate of the Butterfly, 489; Hymn in Honor of Beauty, 206 ; Lines on his Promised Pension, 938; Mother Hubberd's Tale, 304. SPOFFORD, HARRIET PRESCOTT. Calais. Me., b. 1835. Vanity ........ 769 PuMishcrs : Houghton, Mifflin, & Co., Boston. SPRAGUE. CHARLES. Boston, Mass.. 1791-1875. Winged Worshippers, The .... 478 From : — Curiosity, S04 ; To my Cigar . . 814 I'ublishcrs : Houghton, Mifflin, ik Co., Boston. STANIFORD. Bosti^iii. Mass., Pub. iSo-?. From : — Art of Reading .... 398 STEDMAN, EDMUND CLARENCE. liartfcird. Ccmn., h. 1833, Betrothed Anew .... . 460 C3.vn\ry Song {Alice oj" A/onmont/i) . , 518 Old Admiral, The 932 What the Winds bring 451 rubli^hirrs : Houghton, Mifflin, &Co., Boston. STEPHEN THE SABAITE, ST. Art thou weary ? ( J^o/tn Mason Neaie's Tram. ) 364 STERLING, JOHN. Scoil.ind, 1806- 1844. Alfred the Harper 645 Beautiful Day, On a 406 Spice-Tree, The 456 STEVENS, GEORGE ALEXANDER. lin^'and, i72(j- 1784. The Storm 62S STILL, JOHN. l■n^;land, 1543-1607. Good Ale 946 STODDARD, RICHARD HENRY. Hinirliam. Mass., 1825-1903. Brahma's Answer 746 " It never comes again "... 106 Publislicrs : Houyliton, Mifflin, & Co., Boston. STODDART, THOMAS TOD. Scotland, b. 1810. The Anglers' Trysting-Tree .... 667 STORY, ROBERT. Scotland, lycjc.- 1859. The Whistle 156 STORY, WILLIAM WETMORE. Sakiii, Mass., 1819-1895. Pan in Love 488 Perseverance [From tke Italian of Leonardo da Vinci) 781 Violet, The 461 Publishers ; Little. Brown. & Co.. Boston. STOWE, HARRIET BEECHER. Litchfield. Conn . ifii2-iBo6. A Day in the PamfiH Doria _ . . . . 682 Lines to the Memory of Annie . . . 273 "Only a year" ....*. 278 Other World, The 387 Pubhslur^ : Hnu^diton. Mifflin, & Co.. Boston. STRANGFORD, LORD. Enjilancl. 178^-1855, Blighted Love {From the Portuguese) . . 261 STREET, ALFRED B. Pouy^hkeepsie, N. Y.. 1811-1881. Nightfall 412 Settler, The 709 STRODE, WILLIAM. hn'jlantl, 1600-1644. Kisses 186 SUCKLING, SIR JOHN. tni^land, 1600- 1641. Bride, The (W Ballad upon a IVedding) . 211 Constancy ....... 124 " I prythee send me back my heart " . . 146 " Why so pale and wan ? " . _. . 263 /"rt?;;/ : — Brennoralt, 134; Against Fruition , 801 SURREY, HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF. Entjland, 1516- 1547. "Give place, ye lovers" 123 Means to attain Happy Life, The . . 226 68 INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES. SWAIN, CHARLKS. A Violet in her Hair 126 "Smile and never heed me " ... 156 From : — The Mother's Hand . . .796 SWIFT, JONATHAN. Ireland. iNi?- 1745, *' Tonis ad resto mare " . ... 993 /-Vi)/// ; — Cadeniis and Vanessa, 810 ; Imitation of Horace, 121 ; Poetry : a Rhapsody, 496. SWINMURNE. ALGERNON CHARLES. Lll^•i..lla. t. iKi7. Disappointed Lover, The ( Tritinif>h of Time) 611 Kissing her Hair 188 Matcli, A 148 " When the hounds of spring" . . . 4»9 SYLVESTER, JOSHUA. liii^laiu), I5(>i-i6i8, Contentment ....... 731 " Were 1 as base as is the lowly plain" . 135 TALKOURl), SIR THOMAS NOON. Unpland. it^S- 1^54 Sympathy (/t7«) 770 Front : — Ion 794 TALHAIARN OF WALES. '* Wliere are the men ? " {O/t/Zutnt's Trans.) 530 TANNAHILL, ROBERT. Sii.'tl.iiu!, i774-it;i.i Flower o' Dumblane, The .... 148 " The midges dance aboon the burn '* . . 411 TAYLOR, BAYARD. KiiiTutt Sqiuire. I'a.. iy?=;-iS7S. Arab to the Palm, The 4?4 Bedouin Love-Simg iS(> King of Thule (From the German 0/ Goethe) 862 Possession ....... 218 ivose, The {//asstin Ben A'/taled) . . 464 Song of the Camp 155 From : — National Ode 604 I'lililislicpi ; Houyliton, Mimin. \- Co.. Boston. TAYLOR, BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. Unvvilk-. N. Y..K itL-a Northern Lights. The 400 TAYLOR, SIR HENRY. Hn^'l.md. l>. .ibout i8..x Athulfand Ethilda 172 Heart Rest (/'/»"/// I'rtw Wr/^i'M/i') . ■ 22*) Scholar, The (AVw;« M(* ./^rt/V I . . . 7'^ Wife, A (/*/(///>» ran ArtevehU) From : — Philip van Artevelde . TmYlor, jane. I_ii>,'laiu1, 178;- \^-x. Philosopher's Scales, The .... Toad's Journal. The TAYLOR, JOHN EDWARD. tujjlarul. I'lib IS?.-. " If it be true that any beauteous thing " {From the Italian of Michael A ugelo Buotmrotti) '' The might of one fair face " {From the Italian of Michael A ngelo BuonaroUi) TAYLOR, lEFFERYS. tnglaiul, i-oi-iS^^. The Milkmaid TAYLOR, JEREMY. liiitihiul. i(Mj- 1067. Heaven • • TAYLOR, TOM. Eiisl.iml, I^!l7-l^A^ Abraham Lincoln {Lemdon Punch) TENNANT, WILLIAM. Scotland. i7t*4- 1S4S. Ode to Pence . . . . . TENNYSON, ALFRED. HhijUukI, i8io->S9-- " Break, break, break '* 3>5 Bugle, The (/'Wm^'j.vl 449 Charge of the Light Brigade . . . • 5'7 '* Come into the garden, Maud " . . . 151 Dead Friend, The (/w jl/i-mt^rMm) . .113 Death of the Old Year, The ... 753 Eagle. The 483 Enid's SonR Idyls oftht ICin^) . - • 777 Foolish Virgiiis, The (I^fis of the Kittf:) . 754 348, 812, "35 957 367 931 534 Godiva ........ 702 Hero to Leander 235 "Home they brought her warrior dead" {Princess) ....... 292 In Memoriam, Selections from . . . 290 Lady Clam Vere de Vere .... 267 Locksley Hall 254 Lullaby {Princess) 81 May Queen, The ...... 327 Miller's Daughter, The {Miller's Daughter) 1S3 Mort d'Artlnir 642 New Year's Eve {In Memoriam) . . 752 *' (J swallow, swallow, flying south" {Princess) 171 '"O, yet we trust that somehow good" {In Alemoriani) 392 Retrospection (Priucess) . . . 315 Sleeping Beauty, The (The Day Dream) . 174 Song of the Brook ( The Brook: an Idyl) . 446 Song of the Milkmaid [Queen Mary) . 168 Spring (In Memoriam) .... 418 *' Strong Son of God. immortal Love" {In Memoriam) ....... 393 Victor Hugo, To 926 '• What does little birdie say?" {Sea Dreams) So From: — Aylmer's Field, Sio; Fntima, 205: In Memoriam, 309, 311, 34s. 394. 397. 39g. 797» S03, 807 : International Exhibition Ode. 541 ; Land of Lands, The, (no-i, : Miller's Daughter. 814; "Of old sat Freedom on the heights,' 602 : On the Death of the Duke of Welling- ton, 040; Princess, The, 493, 721, S07 ; Sir Laiiiicelot and Queen Guinevere, 721 ; To the Queen, 632. TENNYSON. FREDERICK. l;ni:l.uul. inroilur of the prutL-iliiis;.) About 18^6-1898. Blackbird, The 693 TERRETT, WILLIAM B. Platonic 119 THACKERAY, WILLIAM MAKEPEACE. Eiifi^l.uul. iS:i - i8c>j Age of Wisdom, The ..... 202 Church Gate, At the 132 End of the Play. The 344 Little Billee . ' 971 Mahogany Tree, The 117 Mr. Molony's Account of the Ball . . 1002 Sorrows of VVerther ...... 972 THAXTER. MRS. CELIA. l-ortsu.oiiili. \. IL, 1836-1894. The Sandpiper 4S2 Pviblishfri : Iloukjhlon, Mifiliii. & Co., Boston. THEOBALD. LEWIS. Eii^^'lixiul. icxji - 1:44. From: — The Double Falsehood . . . 813 THOM. WILLIAM. Scotland. i~.»- iS5o. The Mitherless Bairn 91 THOMSON, JAMES. ScOtliUui.'lTOk- 174S, Angling ( The Seasons : Spring-) . . . 669 Bathing ( 77/^ Seasons : Summer) . . 669 Castle of Indolence, The {From Canto I.) . S31 (-"onnubial Life {The Seasons: S^nnj,') . 214 Domestic Birds ( The Seasons: Spring, . . 470 Hymn on the Seasons 417 Plea for the Animals {The Seasons: Spring) 783 Rule Britaimia (.-J^rc*/) 576 Songsters, The ( The Seasons : Spring) . 469 Stag Hunt, The {The Seasons: Autumn) . 650 War for the Sake of Peace (Britannia) . 499 N\'inter Scenes (/*//<■ 6"«'/i5t>«i; Winter) . . 439 From: — Britannia, 541: Castle of Indolence, 4S0, 539. S14, S16 ; Coriolanus, 8x2 ; Seasons, The: Spring, 107, 4S9, 493, 672, 799, — Sum- mer, 204, 490, 631, 719, — Autumn, 492, 795, — Winter, 310. 672, S06 : Song, 205. THOREAU, HENRY DAVID. Concord. M;i«... 1817-1S62. Mist 691 Smoke 691 IHiblishcr* : Houghton. Mifflin & Co-. Boston, THORNBURY, GEORGE WALTER. England. iS:S!-i8r7. The Jester's Sermon 748 INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES. 69 THORPE. ROSE HARTWICK. Litclihcld, Mich., h, 1840. Curfew must not ring to-night .... 180 THRALE, HESTER LYNCH (Mrs. Piozzt). Wales. 1740- iHji. The Three Warnings ..... 756 THURLOW, EDWARD HOVEL, LORD. Eiil^l.ifid, 1781-1829. Beauty ........ 730 Bird. To a 482 TICKELL, THOMAS. Hn^'l-^nd, 1686- i74n. To a Lady before Marriage . . . . 209 To Earl of Warwick on the Death of Addison 910 Front : — To a Lady, with a Present of Flowers, 134; Cohn and Lucy, 311. TIMROD, HENRY. Lli.irlcston. S. l... iS2v-iB^7. " Sleep sweetly in your humble graves" . 532 Spring in Carolina 423 I'libllslicrs : H. J. Hale &■ Soil, New York. TOURNEUR, CYRIL. tiitjlniul. l.niL- ..r Jainci I. From : — Tlie Revenger's Tragedy . . 558 TRENCH, RICHARD CHENEVIX. Ircl.md, 1807-itiHti. Different Minds 388 TROWBRIDGE. JOHN TOWNSEND. Oj,'(it.n. N. Y.. b. 1827. Dorothy in the Garret 251 Vagabonds, The 547 Pul.lislitr^ : Harper & Brothers. New York. TRUMBULL, J. Wo'i'lbiiry, Conn., 1750-18^1. From: — McFingal, 671, 793. TUCKERMAN, HENRY THEODORE. Uusloii. M.iv- . 1813-1871. Newport Beach ...... 692 ruliLsht-rs : Houghton. Mifflin, & Co.. Boston. TUPPER, MARTIN FARQUHAR. i;nt:l-ind, 1810-1889. Cruelty to Animals, Of {Prov. Phiiosophy) . 782 From: — Of Education, 107; Of Immortality 394 TURNER, CHARLES TENNYSON. Liii^Lind, 1608- 1879. Brother of Alfred Tennyson. The Ocean 631 TUSSER, THOMAS. iLn;il."in95. They are all gone 274 VENABLE, WILLIAM HENRY. " >hio, b. igi6. Welcome to *' Boz," A . - . , 925 VERY, JONES. hal(.-m. Mass, 1*^13-1880. Latter Rain, The 433 Nature 403 Spirit Land, The 36S VICENTE, GIL. i'lniuh'ii, Ma^s,. i8(.j- C'loUlciilod -^i* I'lililisluT", : K'.. P. riitii.uu's Sons. New York. EATON, RKV. ARTHUR WENTWORTH HAMILTON. KciltviUf. Nova Scnli.i. The Voyage of Sleep 831 /•>oni . — ■• Vt.uiiijtT Anurican PocLs." Cmscll P»l>. i.-o., N. V. FAWCETT, KDGAK. New Vork Cilj'. 1847- To .111 Oriole 495 riil.lisliors : llounluoii, Mifflin i^- Co.. Uii>.ton. I'TELD, EUGENE. Si. Louis. Mo., i8y>-i8q5. A Dutch Liifinby So ruMiNlicr. : Charles Scrlbiicr's Sons, New York. FOSTER, WILLIAM PRESCOTT. Wells M*--.. 18-;'- The Silence of the Hills 404 /•"'VH : — Tlu- CiiiUiry Maga/inc, GILDER. RICHARD WATSON. Uor.lano«n. N, I.. 1S44- Lite-Mask of I.incohi 930 riiMUhcrs; ll\c C._iiiury Co., Now York. GOODALE. DORA READ. Ml. W'ashiiii-ton, M.iss.. iSoc^ A Twilight Fftiicy 433 l^^blislK'^s : C. 1'. I'utnuin's Sons, Now York. GOSSK, EDMUND WILLIAM. 1 ^l^;l.l^a, 1S49- Perlunie 140 I'lil'lishcrs ill AmcTii;a ; Henry Holt \- Co., New York. GUINEY. LOUISE IMOGENE. liojhlon. Mass., iS6i- The Wild Ride 73' ruhlislierN : llouylnon. Milllin & Co., Boston. HOVEY. RICHARD. Illinois, 18&4— New York, n>x). Hcelhoven's Third Symphony . . . 830 I'ntilislicrs : Stone Oi; KiniUiU. iliiiM^*, JOHNSON. ROBERT UNDERWOOD. \V.isliii.i;l.>n. lJ^^^- .■\ SepteinhiT Violet 460 r»ililis!iers : llic Cenmry Co., New York. KIPLING, RUDVARD. Hnglaiul. Born, Hoiuliiiy. 1865. Christmas in India xvii Recei^sioiial xvi "Ihe Coastwise Lights of England . . (mi rul>lishers ; l^onhk-day & MeClurc Co. ; U. Applcton & Co.. 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New York. PATMORE. COVENTRY KEARSEY DKiHTON. l-:ii^lanil, i8.v^t8>,i(>. Patting 269 Publishers in America: Cisscll Publlsliloj; Co., New York, PECK, DR. SAMUEL MINTURN. luscahmsa, Al,i.. 1854- A Knot of Uhie 191 I'liblishers : The lr<.lcriek A. Slokes Co.. New York. PIATT, SARAH MORGAN BRYAN. l.exinLfton, Ky., 1S36- The Witch in the tHass 81 Publishers: Houj;liton, Milllin A: Co.. Hoston. PROCTOR, EDNA DEAN. Hcnniker. N. H., 183S- The Brooklyn Bridge 6S4 Publishers : Ibmjihton. Nhrlhn Oi: Co.. Hoston. RILEY, FAMES WHITCOMB. C.reeiitK^tl. luil., iSsi- The First Bluebird 107 Publishers : The Bowen-Merrill Co., liidianapolis, Ind. RITTER, MARY LOUISE. New Yiirk, 183;- Winus 106 /•>>'/« ; — The Century Ma^.'a;ine. ROCHE, JAMES JEFFREY. Irelauit, 1S4;- The V-A-S-E 974 Publishers : IKHii;liton, Mitllin & Co. Koston. RUSSELL. IRWIN. I'ori t.i!'son, Miss.. 1855-1S79. Nebuchadnezzar 975 rublishers : The Cvntury Co.. New York. SANTAYANA, GEORGE. Faith 3S8 Publishers : Stone \- KimKilI. Chicajjo. SCOLLARD. CLINTON. Clinton. N. Y.. i8(k>- The Bookstall 766 Publishers : The Ireileriek A. Stokes Co., New York. SILL, EDWARD ROWLAND. Windsor, Conn., 1841-1887. Among the Redwoods 800 l\iblishers": Houfihtou, MiHlin & Co., Boston. SMITH. BELLE E. Newton, Iowa. If 1 Should Die To-Night .... 301 /■>.'»« — The Christi.m Ciiion. ( TAf (J«/Av'*l. New York. STANTON. FRANK U An Old Battlefield 555 Publishers : L"i>iistituiii>nal I'liblishinj; Co., Atlanta, C.n. STEVENSON, ROBERT LOUIS. Scotland. 1850-1*14. The Hovise Beautiful aa^ I*ublishers in America : Charles Scribner's Sons. New- York, THOMAS, EDITH MATILDA. Chath.^m. Ohio. 1854- Augur\" 300 PuMisirers": Houghion. Mitliin vt Co., Boston. WATSON. WILLIAM. lni:t.oid. Ft\'m : — " Wordsworth's Grave" . . S67 Publishers ! Macniillan & Co., New York. WHITMAN. WALT. West Hills. New York. 1S19-1S93. My }'oT trait 931 Publisher : David Mackay. Phila. WILCOX, ELLA WHEELER. Johnstown, ^Yis., 1855- Life 323 l\il'lishers : W. B, Co'ikcv Co.. Chicago, WOODBERRY, GEORGE E. Beverly. M.»>s., 1855- At Gibralt.ir ' 534 Piitilishers : Hou^fhton. MifHin v% Co., Boston. WYETH, DR. JOHN ALLAN. Mivviouary St.ition. .M.irsli.ill Co.. Ala.. 1845- My Sweetheart's Face 19* FrvtH: Harper's Maj^d^iac. POEMS OF CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH. C yu £M 'Ky(! ^a«' : ^ i/j yiuv>vi i W-ioS-^ o(Ltix\3_ (%'^^^. . t-LvT rY^ e^i- - 'V^L^'/C^K^ ^Z^Wl*rt^^c< ' ^ O^'. / --T^C^ , t /^CV^^ POEMS OF CIIlLDirOOI) AND YOUTH. i'llILIP, MY KINO. "^VIlO heari upon hU baby \iiow ttic routi'l And top of fcovcrciunty. ' I.ijcjk at inc with thy large hrown eyes, I'hilip, my king ! Uoiincl whom the cnshiuiowiiif; piiriile lies Of Iwljyhooil'M royal iligrjitii.'x. Lay oil my neck thy tiny haml With Love's invimUe Hecjitrc laden ; I am thine Knther, to coninianil Till tliou Hlialt lind a (luccn-hiiniliii.iiiliii, Philip, my kin^; ! 0, the day when lliou goest a-wooiiig, Philip, my king ! When thoHe beautiful lipH 'gin Huing, And, some gentle heart's hais iimloing, Thou dost enter, love-erowiied, and there Sittest love-ghjrified ! — Hule kindly, Tenderly over tliy kingdom lair ; For we that love, all ! wc love so blindly, Philip, my king ! Up from thy sweet mouth up to thy brow, Philiji, my king ! The spirit tliat there lies sleeping now May rise like a giant, ami make men Ixjw As to one Ileaveii-ehosen among his peers. My Saul, tlian tliy brethren taller and fairer. Let me behold thee in future years ! Yet thy heail needeth a eirelet rarer, Phili[i, my king ; — A wreatli, not of goM, but p.alni. One day, Pliilip, my king ! Thou too must tread, as we trod, a way Thoniy, and eniel, and cold, and giay; Rebels within theo and foes williout Will snatch at thy crown. 15ut march on, glorious. Martyr, yet monarch ! till angels shout, As thou sitt'st at the feet of God victorious, "Philip, the king!" JJINAIf MAHIA MUI.OCK CKAIK. CUADLE SONG. PROM "umnK.swi'.ivr " What is the little one thinking about f Very wonderful tilings, no doubt ; Unwritten history! Unfathomed mystery! Yet he (■hin.kles, and crows, and nods, and winks. As if his head were as full of kiiiks And curious riddles as any sphinx ! Warpeil by colic, and wet by tcais, Puni:tured by pins, and tortured by fears, Our little ncjiln'W will lose two years ; And he'll never know Where the summers go ; He need not laugh, for he 'II lind it so. Who can tell what a baby thinks ? Who can follow the gossamer links liy which the manikin feeds his way Out from the shore of the great unknown, liliiid, and wailing, ami alone. Into the light of day ? Out from the shore of the unknown scii. Tossing in pitiful agony ; Of the unknown sea that reels and rolls, .Specked with the barks of little souls, — liarks that were launched on the other side. And slijiped from heaven on an ebbing tide I What does he think of his mother's eyes? What does he think of his mother's hair I What of the criwlle-roof, that l!i(-s Kor\vard and bai'kward through the air '! What does he think of liis mother's breast. Bare and Iwaiitiful, smo'rth and white, .Seeking it ever with fresh delight. Clip of his life, and couch of his rest ? What does he tliiiik when her ijuick embrace Presses his hand and buries hi» face Deep where the heart-throbs sink ami swell, With a tenderness she i:an never tell. Though shi; murmur the words Of .all the birds,— Words she luis learned to niuniiur well I Now he thinks he'll go to sleep ! 1 i:an see the shadow irreep 7C POEMS OF CUlLUUOOl) A.NU VOITII. Over his eyes in soft ei-lipsc, Over his brow and over his lips, Out to his little liiigor-tiiis ! Softly sinking, ilown he goes ! Down he goes ! down he goes ! See ! he 's hushed in sweet repose. JOSIAll CU.Ul-Kr HOLLAND. CHOOSING A NAME. I HAVE got a new-boni sister ; 1 wiis nigh the lirst that kissed her. When the nursing-woUKin brought her To \M\n\, his infimt daugliler, How pajKi's dear eyes did glisteu ! — She will .shortly be to ehristeii ; .\nd papa has made the olfer, I shall have the naming of her. Now 1 wonder what would please her, — t'harlotte, ,Inlia, or Louisa ! Ann and Mary, they 're too I'omnion ; .loan 's too formal for a wouiau ; Jane 's a prettier nante beside ; liut we had a .lane that died. 'I'hey would say, if 't was Kebeeca, Tliat she was a litth' t,luaker. Edith 's pretty, but that looks I'letter in old Knglisli books; KUeii 's left olf long ago ; Ulanehe is out of fashion now. None that 1 luivo nauu'd as yet Are so good as Margaret. Emily is neat and line ; Wliat do you think of Caroline ! How I 'm puzzled and perplexed What to ehoose or tliink of next ! 1 am in a little fever I.est the name that I should give her Should disgraee her or defame her ; — I will leave papa to name her. Mary I^amb BABV MAY. Chkeks as soft as ,Iuly peaehes ; I.ips whose dewy searlet teaehes Poppies paleness ; round largo eyes Ever givat with new surpiise ; Minutes fdled witli sliadeless gladness ; Minutes just as brimmed with s;idness ; Happy smiles and wailing eries ; Crows, and laughs, and tearful eyes ; Lights and shadows, swifter born Than on wind-swept autumn eorn ; Lver some new tiny notion, flaking everv limb all motion ; Catehings up of legs and arms ; Throwings baek and small alanns ; CluteluMg fingers ; straightening jerks ; Twining I'eet whose eaeli toe works ; Kiekings up and straining risings ; Jlother's ever new surprisings ; Hands all wants and looks all wonder .U all things the heavens under ; Tiny seorns of smiled reprovings Tluit have more of love than lovings ; .Misehiefs done with sueh a winning Arehness that we prize sneh sinning ; Breakings diie of plates and glasses; (Iraspings small at all that passes ; PuUings olf of all that 's able To be eauglit from tray or table ; Silences, — small meditations Deep as thoughts of eares for nations ; Breaking into wise.st speeches 111 a tongue that nothing teaches ; All the thoughts of whose possessing Must Ix' wooed to light by guessing ; Slumbeis, — sneh .sweet angcl-seeniings That we 'd ever have sueh dreaniings ; Till from sleep we see thee breaking, .\nd we 'd always have thee waking ; Wealtli for which we know no measure ; Pleasure high above all pleasure ; C.ladiiess brimming over gladness ; .loy in care ; delight in .sadness ; Loveliness beyond completeness ; Sweetness ilistancing all sweetness ; Beauty all that beauty may be ; — That's May Bennett ; that's my baby. \\■lt-LlA^[ Cox BE.NNETT. A CRADLE HYMN. ABHREVIAIED FROM THE ORIGINAL. Husil ! my dear, lie still, and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my V»be : thy food and lainient, House and home, thy friends provide ; All without thy care or payment. All thy wants are well sujiplied. How much K-tter thou'rt attended Than the Son of ("iod eould be, When from heaven he descended, And became a child like thee. Soft and easy is thy cradle : Coarse and haitl thy Saviour lay : When his birthplace was a stable, And his softest Ix'd was hav. INFANCY. / i See the kinder shcphunls loiinil liiiu, Telling wonders from the sky ! There tliey sought him, tliere they found him, Witli his virgin mother by. See tlic lovely Babe a-dn^ssing ; Lovely Infant, how he snnled ! When he \vc>]it, the motlier's l)lessing Soothed iuid liushed the lioly Child. Lo, ho slumbers in his manger, Where the horned oxen feed ; Peiiee, my darling, here's no danger, Here 's no o.t anear tliy bed. Mayst thou live to know and fear him, Trust and love him all thy days ; Then go dwell forever near hini. See his.faee ami sing his praise! I eould give thee thousand kisses, Hoping what I most desire ; Not a mother's fondest wishes Can to greater joys asjjire. Isaac Waits. LITTLE FEET. X ivo little feet, so small that both may nestle In one caressing baud, — Two tender feet upon the untried border Of life's mysterious land. Dimiiled, and soft, and pink as peaeh-tree blos- soms, In .April's fragrant days. How can tlicy walk anmng the briery tangles, Edging the woild's rough ways ? These rose-white feet, along the doubtful future. Must bear a mother's load ; Alas I since Woman has the heaviest burden, And walks the harder road. Love, for a while, will make thi^ jiath bcfoiethem All dainty, smooth, and lair, — Will cull .away the brambles, letting only The roses blossom there. But when the mother's watchful eyes are shrouded Away from sight of men. And these dear feet are left without her guiding. Who shall direct them then ? How will they V)e allured, betrayed, deluded, Poor little untaught feet ! Into what dreary nnizes will they wander, What dangers will they meet ? Will they go stumbling blindly in the darkness Of Sorrow's tearful shades .' Or find the upland slopes of Peace and Beauty, Whose sunlight never fades ? Will they go toiling up ;\iiibition's summit. The common worUI above ? Or in some nameless vale, securely sheltei'cil, Walk side by side with Love .' Some feet there be which walk Life's track un- woundcd, Which find but pleasant ways ; Some hearts tliere be to which this life is only A round of happy days. liut these are few. Far more there arc who wander Without a hope or friend, — ■ Who find their journey full of pains and losses, And long to reach the end. How shall it be with her, the tender stranger. Fair-faced and gentle-cyeil, lieforo wliose unstained feet the world's rude highway Stretches so fair and wide ? All ! who may read the future ? For our darling We crave all blessings sweet. And pray that He who feeds the crying ravens Will guide the baby's feet. ANONYMOUS. CHADLE SONG. Sleep, little baby of mine. Night and the darkness aie near. But .Jesus looks ilown Through the shadows that flown, And baby has nothing to fear. .Shut, little sleepy blue eyes ; Dear little liea. She only crossed her little hands, She only looked more meek and fair ! We parted back her silken hair, We wove the roses round her brow, — White buds, the summer's drifted snow, — Wrapt her from head to foot in llowers ! And thus went dainty Baby Bell Out of this world of ours ! Thomas Bailey Aldrich. NO BABY IN THE HOUSE. No baby in the house, I know, 'T is far too nice and clean. No toys, by careless lingers stiewn. Upon the floors are seen. No finger-marks are on the panes. No scratches on the chairs ; No wooden men set up in rows. Or marshalled of!" in pairs ; No little stockings to be darned. All ragged at the toes ; No pile of meniling to lie ilone. Made up of baby-clothes ; No little troubles to be soothed ; No little hands to fold ; No grimy fingers to lie washed ; No stories to be told ; No tender kisses to be given ; No nicknames, " Dove " and " Mouse No merry frolics after tea, — No baby in the house ! Cr ARA G D0LL1\'BR. WHAT DOES LITTLE BlUDIE SAY? FROM "SEA DREAMS. " What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of ilay ? Let me fly, says little birdie. Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer. Till the little wings ave stronger. So she rests a little longer. Then she flies away. What does little baby say. In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away. Baby sleep, a little longer, Till the little limbs are stronger, If she sleeps a little longer. Baby too shall fly away. ALl-KHO TENNYSON. A DUTCH LULLABY. Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed ofif in a wooden shoe — Sailed on a river of misty light Into a sea of dew. "Where arc you going, and what do you wish ? " The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring- fish That live in this beautiful sea ; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sung a song As they rocked in the wooden shoe. And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew ; The little stars were the herring-fish That lived in the beautiful sea ; " Now cast your nets wherever you wish. But never afeard are we " — So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. All night long their nets they threw For the fish in the twinkling foam, Then down from the sky came the wooden shoe. Bringing the fishermen home. 'T was all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be ; And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed Of sailin": that beautiful sea. But I shall name you the fishermen three : Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes. And Nod is a little head. And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed ; So shut your eyes while mother sings Of the wonderful sights that be. And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea Where the old shoe rocked the fish- ermen three — Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Eugene Field. Fhi'ln. hy Ainrc Dtlf'rJti. THE WITCH IN THE GLASS. " My mother says I must not pass Too near that glass; She is afraid that I will see A little witch that looks like me, With a red, red mouth, to whisjier low The very thing I should not know ! " Alack for all your mother's care ! A bird of the air, A wisttul wind, or (I suppose Sent by some hapless boy) a rose. With breath too sweet, will whisper low The very thing you should not know ! Sarah M. B. Piatt. INFANCY. 81 ON THE PICTURE OF AN INFANT PLAYING NEAR A PRECIPICE. While on the clitt'with calm delight she kneels, And the blue vales a thousand joys recall, See, to the last, last verge her infant steals ! 0, rty — yet stii- not, speak not, lest it fall. — Far better taught, she lays her bosom bare, And the fond boy springs back to nestle there. LEO.NIUAS of Alexandria (Greek). Translation of SAMUEL ROGERS. LULLARY. FROM "THE PRINCESS.' Swei;t and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea. Low, low, breathe and blow. Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest. Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast. Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon ; Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. ALFRED TE.NNYSQN. THE ANGEL'S WHISPER. In Ireland they have a pretty fancy, that, its sleep, it is " talking with angels. * when a child smiles in A BABY was sleeping ; Its mother was weeping ; For her husband was far on the wild raging sea ; And the tempest was swelling Round the fisherman's dwelling ; And she cried, " Dermot, darling ! O come back to me ! " Her beads while slie numbered The baby still slumbered. And smiled in her face as she bended her knee : " 0, blessed be that warning. My child, thy sleep adorning, — For I know that the angels are whispering with thee. " And while they are keeping Briglit watch o'er thy sleeping. I 0, pray to them softly, my baby, with mc, — And say thou wouldst rather They 'd watch o'er thy father ! For I know that the angels are whispering to thee." The dawn of the morning Saw Dermot returning. And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see ; And closely caressing Her child with a blessing, Said, " 1 knew that the angels were whispering with thee." SAMUEL I.OVER. MOTHER AND CHILD. The wind blew wide the casement, and within — It was the loveliest picture ! — a sweet child Lay in its mother's anus, and drew its life. In pauses, from the fountain, — the vvliite round Part shaded by loose tresses, soft ami dark, Concealing, but still showing, the fair realm Of so much rapture, as gi-een shadowing trees With beauty shroud the brooklet. The red lips Were parted, and the cheek upon the breast ! Lay close, and, like the young leaf of the Hower, Wore the same color, rich and warm and fresh : — And such alone are beautiful. Its eye, A I'ull blue gem, most exquisitely set. Looked archly on its world, — the little imp, As if it knew even then that sui-li a wreatli 1 Were not for all ; and with its playful hands i It drew aside the robe that hid its realm. And peepeil and lauglied aloud, and so it laid I Its head upon the shrine of such pure joys. And, laughing, slept. And while it slept, the team Of tiie sweet mother fell upon its cheek, — Tears such as fall from April skies, and bring The sunlight after. They were tears of joy ; And the true heart of that young mother then Grew lighter, and she sang unconsciously The silliest ballad-song that ever yet Subdued the nursery's voices, and brought sleep To fold her sabbath wings above its couch. William gilmore simms. BABY ZULMA'S CHRISTMAS CAROL. A LISHTER scarf of richer fold The morning flushed upon our sight, And Evening trimmed her lamps of gold From deeper springs of purer light ; And softer drips bedewed the lea, And whiter blossoms veiled the tree. 82 rOEjrS OF CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH, Ami bluer waves danced on the sea When baby Zuhna came to be ! The day before, a bird had sung Strange greetings on the roof and flown And Night's immaculate priestess Hung A diamond from her parted zone Upon the crib beside the bed, Whereuuto, as tlie doctor said, A king or ipieen would soon be led By some sweet Ariel overhead. Ere yet the sun had crossed the line When we, at Aries' double bars, Behold him, tcnipest-beaten, shine In sto jiy Libra's triple stars : What time the hillsides sliake with com And bouglis of fruitage laugh unshorn And cheery echoes wake the morn To gales of fragrance harvest -born. In storied spots of vernal flame And breezy realms of tossing shade, The tripping elves tumultuous came To join the fairy cavalcade : From blushing chambers of the rose, And bowers tlie lily's buds enclose, And nooks and dells of deep repose, Where human sandal never goes. The rabble poured its motley tide : Some upon airy chariots rode. By Cupids sliowered from side to side, And some the dragon-fly bestrode ; While troops of virgins, left and right. Like microscopic trails of light. The sweeping pageant made as bright As beams a rainbow iu its flight ! It passed : the bloom of purple plums Was rippled by trumpets rallying long O'er beds of pinks ; and dwarflsh drums Struck all the insect world to song : The milkmaid caught the low refrain. The ploughman answered to her strain. And every warbler of the plain The ringing chorus chirped again '. Beneath the sunset's faded arch, It formed and filed within our porch, With not a ray to guide its march Except the twilight's silver torch : And thus she came from clouds above, With spirits of the glen and grove, A flower of grace, a cooing dove, A shrine of prayer and star of love ! A queen of hearts ! — her mighty chains Are beads of coral round her strung. And, ribbon-diademed, she reigns, Comnuinding in an unknown tongue The kitten spies her cunning ways. The patient cur romps in her plays, And glimpses of her earlier days Are seen in picture-books of fays. To fondle all things doth she clioose. And when she gets, what some one sends, A trifling gift of tiny shoes. She kisses botli as loving friends ; For in her eyes this orb of care. Whose hopes are heaps of frosted hair, Is but a garland, trim and fair. Of cherubs twining in the air. 0, from a soul sufl'used with tears Of trust thou mayst be spared the thorn Which it has felt in otlier years, — Across the morn our Lord was born, I waft thee blessings ! At thy side Jlay his invisible seraphs glide ; And tell thee still, whate'er betide, For thee, for thine, for all, He died 1 AUGUSTUS JULIAN REOUIER. BABY'S SHOES. 0, THOSE little, tliose little blue shoes ! Those shoes tliat no little feet use. the price were liigh That those shoes would buy. Those little blue unused shoes ! For they hold the small shape of feet Tliat no more their niother's eyes meet, That, by God's good will. Years since, grew still, And ceased from their totter so sweet. And 0, since that baby slept. So hushed, liow the mother has kept. With a tearful pleasure. That little dear treasure. And o'er them thought and wept I For they mind her forevermore Of a patter along the floor ; And blue eyes she sees Look up from her knees With the look that in life they wore. As they lie before her there. There babbles from chair- to chair A little sweet face Tliat 's a gleam iu the place, Witli its little gold curls of hair. INFANCY. riien wonder not that her heart From all else would rather part Than those tiny blue shoes That no little feet use, And whose sight makes such fond tears start ! William Cox Bennett. OUR WEE WHITE ROSE. All in our marriage garden Grew, smiling up to God, A bonnier (lower than ever Suckt the green warmth of the sod ; O, beautiful unfathomably Its little life unfurled ; And crown of all things was our wee White Rose of all the world. From out a balmy bosom Our bud of beauty grew ; It fed on smiles for sunshine, On tears for daintier dew ; Aye nestling warm and tenderly, Our leaves of love were curled So close and close about our wee White Rose of all the world. With mystical faint fragrance . Our house of life she filled ; Revealed each liour some fairy tower Where winged hopes might build ! We saw — though none like us might see — Such precious promise pearled Upon the petals of our wee White Rose of all the world. But evermore tlie halo Of angel-light increased. Like the mystery of moonlight That folds some fairy feast. Snow-white, snow-soft, snow-silently Our darling bud upcurled. And dropt i' the grave — God's lap — our wee White Rose of all the world. Our Rose was but in blossom. Our life was but in spring. When down the solemn midnight We heard the spirits sing, " Another bud of infancy With holy dews impearled ! " And in their hands they bore our wee White Rose of all the world. You scarce could think so small a tiling Could leave a loss so large ; Her little light such shadow fling From dawn to sunset's marge. In other springs our life may be In bannered bloom unfurled, But never, never match our wee White Rose of all the world. GERALD MASSEY. WILLIE WINKIE. Wee Willie Wiukie rins through the town, Up stairs and doon stairs, in his nicht-gown, Tirlin' at the window, ciyin' at the lock, " Are the weans in their bed ? — for it 's now ten o'clock." Hey, Willie Winkle ! are ye comin' ben ? The cat 's singin' gay thrums to the sleepin' hen. The doug 's speldered on the floor, and disna gie a cheep ; But here 's a waukrife laddie, that winna fa' asleep. ■ glo like Ony thing but sleep, ye rogue :- the moon, Rattlin' in an airn jug wi' an airn spoon, Rumblin', tumblin' roun' about, crawin' like a cock, Skirlin' like a kenna-what — wauknin' sleepin' folk! Hey, Willie Winkie ! the wean 's in a creel ! Waumblin' aff' a bodie's knee like a vera eel, Ruggin' at the cat's lug, and ravellin' a' her thrums : Hey, Willie Winkie ! — See, there he comes ! Wearie is the mither that has a stone wean, A wee stumpie stoussie, that canna rin his lane, That has a battle aye wi' sleep, before he 'U close an ee ; But a kiss frae aff his rosy lips gies strength anew to me. William Miller. THE MOTHER'S HEART. When first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond. My eldest born, first hope, and dearest treasure, My heart received thee witli a joy beyond All that it yet had felt of earthly pleasure ; Nor thought that any love again might be So deep and strong as that I felt for thee. Faithful and true, with sense beyond thy years, And natural piety that leaned to heaven ; Wrung by a harsh word suddenly to tears, Yet patient to rebuke when justly given; Obedient, easy to be reconciled. And meekly cheerful ; such wert thou, my child ! 84 POEMS 01'' CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH. Xot willing to be left — still by my side, Haunting my walks, while summer-Jay was dying ; Nor leaving in thy turn, but pleased to glide Through the dark room where I was sadly lying ; Or by the eoueh of pain, a sitter meek. Watch the dim eye, and kiss the fevered cheek. boy ! of such as thou are oftenest made Earth's fragile idols ; like a tender flower. No strength in all thy freshness, prone to fade, And bending weakly to the thunder-shower ; Still, round the loveil, thy heart found force to bind, And clung, like woodbine shaken in the wind ! Then thuu, my merry love, — bold in thy glee, Under the bough, or by the firelight dancing. With thy sweet temper, and thy spirit free, — Didst come, as restless as a bird's wing glan- cing. Full of a wild and irrepressible mirth, Like a young sunbeam to the gladdened earth ! Thine was the shout, the song, the burst of joy, Which sweet from childhood's rosy lip re- soundeth ; Thine was the eager spirit naught could cloy, And the glad heart from which all grief re- boundeth ; And many a mirthful jest and mock reply Lurked in the laughter of thy dark-blue eye. And thine was many an art to win and bless. The cold and stern to joy and fondness warm- ing ; The coaxing smile, the frequent soft caress, The earnest, tearful prayer all wrath disarm- ing ! Again my heart a new affection found. But thought that love with thee had reached its bound. At length thou earnest, — thou, the last and least, Nicknamed " the Emperor " by thy laughing brothers, Because a haughty spirit swelled thy brea-st, And thou didst .seek to rule and sway the othei-s. Mingling with every plaj'ful infant wile A niinuc majesty that made us smile. And 0, most like a regal child wert tliou ! An eye of resolute and successful scheming ! Fair shoulders, curling lips, and dauntless brow. Fit for the world's strife, not for poet's dream- ing; And proud the lifting of thy stately head, And the tirm bearing of thy conscious tread. Different from both ! yet each succeeding clain> I, that all other love had been forswearing. Forthwith admitted, equal and the same ; Nor injured either by this love's comparing. Nor stole a fraction for the newer call, — But in the mother's heart found room for all ! Caroline e. Norton. THE MOTHER'S HOPE. Is there, when the winds are singing In the happy summer time, — When the raptured air is ringing With Earth's music heavenward springing. Forest chirf, and village chime, — Is there, of the sounds that float Unsighingly, a single note Half so sweet and clear and wild As the laughter of a child I Listen ! and be now delighted : Morn hath touched her golden strings ; Earth and .Sky their vows have plighted ; Life and Light are reunited Amid countless caroUings ; ■^'et, delicious as they are. There 's a sound that 's sweeter far, — One that makes the heart rejoice Jlore than all, — the human voice ! Organ finer, deeper, clearer. Though it be a stranger's tone, — Tlian the winds or waters dearer. More enchanting to the hearer. For it answereth to his own. But, of all its witching words. Sweeter than the song of birds. Those are sweetest, bubbling wild Through the laughter of a child. Harmonies from time-touched towers. Haunted strains from rivulets. Hum of bees among the flowers. Rustling leaves, and silver showers, — These, erelong, the ear forgets ; But in mine there is a sound Ringing on the whole year round, — • Heart-deep laughter that 1 heard Ere my child could speak a word. Ah ! 't was heard by ear far purer, Fondlier formed to catch the strain, — Ear of one whose love is surer, — Hers, the mother, the endurer Of the deepest share of pain ; CHILDHOOD. 85 Hers the deepest bliss to treasure Memories of that ery of pleasure Hers to hoanl, a lifetime after, Echoes of that infant laughter. 'T i< a mother's large affection Hears with a mysterious sense, — Breathings that evade detection. Whisper faint, and tine inflection. Thrill in her with power intense. Ohildliooil's honeyed words untaught Hiveth she in loving thouglit, — Tones that never thence depart ; For she listens — with her lieart. LA.\IAN BLA-NCHARD. THE PIPER. PiPiNT. down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee. On a cloud I saw a child, And lie laughing said to me : — " Pipe a song about a lamb : " So 1 piped with merry cheer. " Piper, pipe that song again : " So I piped ; he wept to hear. " Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe. Sing thy songs of happy cheer : " So I sung the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. " Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read — " So lie vanished from my sight ; And I plucked a hollow reed. And I made a rural pen, And 1 stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to he;ir. William ulake. LITTLE GOLDENHAin. Goi.nF.NHAU'. climbed up on grandpapa's knee ; Dear little Ooldenhair ! tired was she, All the day busy as busy could be. V\) in the morning as soon as 'twas light, Out with the birds and butterflies bright, Skipping about till the coming of night. Grandpapa toyed with the curls on her head. " What has my baby been doing," lie said, " Since she arose, with the sun, from her bed ? " Pitty much," answered the sweet little one ; " 1 cannot tell so much things I have done, — Played with my dolly and feeded my Bun. "And I have jumped with my little jump-rope, And I made out of some water and soap liutitle worlds ! mamma's castles of Hope. " And I have readed in my picture-book. And little Bella and 1 went to look Eor some smooth stones by the side of the brook. " Then I comed home and I eated my tea, And 1 climbed up to my grandpapa's knee. 1 jes as tired as tired can be." Lower and lower the little head pressed. Until it drooped upon grandp ipa's breast : Dear little Goldenhair ! sweet be thy rest ! We are but children ; the things that we do Are as sports of a babe to the Intinite view Tliat sees all our weakness, and pities it too. God grant that when night overshadows our way. And we shall be called to account for our day. He shall find us as guileless as Goldeuhair's play ! And 0, when aweary, may we be so blest As to sink like the innocent child to our rest, And feel ourselves clasped to the Infinite breast ! I-. BUROE SMITH. THE GAMBOLS OF CHILDREN. Dowx the dimpled greensward dancing. Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy, — Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing. Love's irregular little levy. Rows of lii]uid eyes in laughter. How they glimmer, how they quiver ! Sparkling one another after. Like bright ripples on a river. Tip.sy band of rnbions faces, Fluslied with .loy's ethereal .spirit. Make your mocks and sly grimaces At Love's self, and do not fear it. GEORGE DARLEY. UNDER MY WINDOW. Under my window, under my window, All in the Midsummer weather, Three little girls with Muttering curls Flit to and fro together ; — Sll I'DK.MS OF CHILDHOOD AND Yt)l'Tll. There 's Bell with her bonnet of satin sheen, Anil Mftud with Iter ninntU' ol' silver-green, Anil Kate with her sciirlet IVatlu'r. Uniier my winilow, under my wimlciw, Leiining stealthily over, Merry and eleiir, the voiee I hem-, Of each glad-hearted rover. Ah ! sly little Kate, she steals my roses ; And Maud and Hell twine wreaths and posies. As merry as bees in clover. Under my window, under my windnw, In the blue Midsummer weather. Stealing slow, on a huslied tiptoe, 1 eateh them all together : — Bell with her bonnet of satin sheen. And Maud with her nnintle of silver-green, And Kate with the scarlet leather. Under my window, under my window. And oir through the orchard closes; While Maud she llouts, and Bell she pouts. They scamper and drop their posies; But dear little Kate takes naught amis.s, And leaps in my arms with a loving kiss, And I give her all my roses. Thomas Wi-.stw'OOD. ciiii.uiiooix In my poor mind it is most sweet to muse Upon the days gone by ; to act in thought Past seasons o'er, and be again a chiUl ; To sit in fancy on the turl'-chul slope, Down which the child would roll ; to pluck gay llowers. Make posies in the sun, which the child's hand (I'hildhood olTended soon, soon reconciled). Would throw away, and straight take up again. Then lling them to the wiiuls, and o'er the lawn Bound with so playful aiul so liglit a toot. That the pressed daisy scarce declined her head. CHAKLES Lamb. THE MOTllEU'S SACRIFICE. The cold winds swept the mountain's height, And pathless was the dreary wild. And mid the cheerless houi-s of night A mother wandered with her child : As through the drifting snow she pressed. The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow. And darker houi-s of night came on. And deeper grew the drifting snow : Her limbs wei-o elulled, lieMtrength was gone. "0 God I" she cried in accents wild, "If I must perish, save my child I " She stripped her mantle from her breast, And bared her bosom to the storm. And round tlie child she wrapped the vest. And smili'd to think her babe was warm. With one cold kiss, one tear she shed. And sunk njion her snowy bed. At dawn a traveller passed by. And saw her 'neath a snowy veil ; The frost of death was in her eye. Her cheek was cold and hard and pale. He moved the lobe from olf the child, — The babe looked up anil sweetly smiled I SEBA SMITH. SEVEN TIMES FOUR. MATERNITY. HF.ir.ii-iio ! daisies and buttercups. Fair yellow daffodils, stately and tall ! When the winil wakes, how they rock in the grasses. And dance with the ctickoo-buds slender and small ! Here 's two lionny boys, and here 's mother's own lasses. Eager to gather them all. Heigh-ho ! daisies and buttercups ! Jlother shall thread them a daisy chain ; Sing them a song of the pretty hedge-sparrow. That loved her brown little ones, loved thcni full fain ; Sing, " Heart, thou art wide, though the house be but narrow," — Sing once, and sing it again. Heigh-ho ! daisies and buttercups. Sweet wagging cowslips, they bend and they bow ; A ship sails afar over warm ocean water's, And haply one musing doth stand at her prow. bonny brown sons, and sweet little daugh- ters. Maybe he thinks on you now ! Heigh-ho ! daisies and buttercups. Fair yellow datfodils, stately and tall — A sunshiny world full of laughter and leisniv. And fresh hearts unconscious of sorrow and thrall ! Send down on their pleasure smiles passing its measure, God that is over us all ! Jean i.vcelow. INVA.NCV. 87 KOYHOOD. An, then liow sweetly closed those crowded days ! The minutes parting one hy one, like rays That fade upon a summer's eve. But 0, what charm or magic numbers Jan give nie back the gentle slumbers Those weary, happy days did leave ? When by my bed I saw my mother kneel, And with her blessing took lier nightly kiss ; Whatever time destroys, ho cannot this ; — E'en now that nameless kiss I feel. Washington allston. SEVEN TIMES ONE. There 's no dew left on the daisies and clover. There 's no rain lelt in heaven. I 've said my " seven times " over and over, — Seven times one are seven. 1 am old, — .sc old 1 can write a letter ; Jly birthday lessons are done. The lambs play always, — they know no better ; They are oidy one times one. Moon ! in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low. You were bright — ah, bright — but your light is failing ; You are nothing now but a bow. You Moon ! have you done something wrong in heaven, That God has hidden your face ? 1 hope, if you have, you will soon be forgiven, And shine again in your place. velvet Bee ! you 're a dusty fellow, — You 've powdered your legs with gold. brave marsh Maiy-buds, rich and yellow. Give me your money to hold ! Columbine ! open your folded wrapper. Where two twin turtle-doves dwell ! Cuckoo-jiint ! toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell ! And show me your nest, with the young ones in it, — I will not steal them away ; 1 am old ! you may trust me, linnet, linnet ! 1 am seven times one to-day- Jean incelow. WE ARE SEVEN. A SIMPLE child, That lightly draws its bieath. And feels its life in every limb. What slionld it know of death ? I met a littli' I'ottngc girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air. And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fiiir ; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " "How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they ? 1 piay you tell." She answered, " Seven are wo ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea ; " Two of us in the churchyard lie. My sister and my brother ; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother." " You say that two at Conway dwell. And two are gone to sea. Yet ye are seven ! I pray you tell. Sweet maid, how this may be." Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree." " You run about, ray little maid ; Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in tlie churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied : " Twelve stejra or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. "My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit. And sing a song to them. "And often after sunset, sir. When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer. And eat my supper there. " The first that died was Sister Jane ; In bed .she njoaning lay. Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. 88 I'OEMS OF CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH. "So in the churohyanl slie was liiid ; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow. And I could run and slide, My brother Jolm was forced to go. And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " K they two are in heaven ? " Quick was the little maid's reply ! "0 Master ! we are seven." " But they are dead ; those two are dead '. Their spirits are in heaven ! " 'T was throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will. And said, " Nay, we are seven. " William Wordsworth. TO A CHILD DURING SICKNESS. Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy ; And balmy rest about thee Smooths ofi' the day's annoy. I sit me down, and think Of all thy winning ways ; Yet almost wish, with sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. Thy .sidelong pilloweii meekness ; thy thanks to all that aid ; Thy heart, in pain and weakness, Of fancied faults afraid ; The little trembling liand That wipes thy quiet tears, — These, these are things that may demand Dread memories for years. Sorrows I 've had, severe ones, I will not think of now ; And calmly, midst my dear ones, Have wasted with dry brow ; But when thy fingers press And pat ray stooping head, I cannot bear the gentleness, — The tears are in their bed. Ah, first-born of thy mother, When life and hope were new ; Kind playmate of thy brother, Thy sister, father too ; My light, where'er I go ; My bird, when prison -bound ; My hand-in-hand companion — No, My prayers shall hold thee round. To say, " He has departed " — " His voice " — " his face " — is gone. To feel impatient-hearted. Yet feel we must bear on, — Ah, I could not endure To whisper of such woe, Unless I felt this sleep insure That it will not be so. Yes, still he 's fi.xed, and sleeping ! This silence too the while, — It.s very hush and creeping Seem whispering us a smile ; Something divine and dim Seems going by one's ear, Like parting wings of cherubim. Who say, " We 've finished here." Leigh Hunt LITTLE BELL. Piped the Blackbird, on the beechwood spray, " Pretty maid, slow wandering this way, What 's your name ? " ciuotli he, — " What 's your name ? 0, stop and straight un- fold. Pretty maid with showery curls of gold." — " Little Bell," said she. Little Bell sat down beneath the rocks, Tossed aside her gleaming golden locks, — • " Bonny bird," cpioth she, " Sing me your best song before I go." " Here 's the very finest song I know, Little Bell," said he. And the Blackbird piped ; you never heard Half .so gay a song from any bird, — Full of quips and wiles. Now so round and rich, now soft and slow, All for love of that sweet face below. Dimpled o'er with smiles. And the while that bonny bird did pour His full heart out, freely o'er and o'er 'Neath the morning skies. In the little childish heart below All tlie sweetness seemed to grow and grow, And shine forth in happy overHow From the brow n, bright eyes. Down the dell she tripped, and through the glade ; Peeped the squirrel from the hazel shade, And from out the tree Swung and leaped and frolicked, void of fear ; While bold Blackbird piped, that all might hear, — " Little Bell ! " piped he. INFANCY. 89 Mttle Bell sat down amid the fern : " Squirrel, Squirrel, to your task return ; Bring me nuts," quoth she. Up, away ! the frisky Squirrel hies, — Golden wood-lights glancing in his eyes, — And adown the tree Great ripe nuts, kissed brown by July sun, In the little lap drop one by one. Hark, how Blackbird pipes to see the fun ! " Hnppy Bell ! " pipes he. Little Bell looked up and down the glade: "Si|uirrel, Squirrel, from the nut-tree shade. Bonny Blackbinl, if you 're not afraid. Come and share with me ! " Down came Squirrel, eager for his fare, Down came bonny Blackbird, I declare ; Little Bell gave each his honest share, — Ah ! the merry three ! And the while those frolic playmates twain Piped and frisked from bough to bough again, 'Neath the morning skies. In the little childish heart below All the sweetness seemed to grow and grow. And shine out in happy overflow From her brown, bright eyes. By her snow-white cot, at close of day, Knelt sweet Bell, with folded palms, to pray ; Very calm and clear Kose the praying voice to where, unseen. In blue heaven, an angel-shape serene Paused awhile to hear. " What good child is this," the angel said, " That with happy heart beside her bed Prays so lovingly '( " Low and soft, 0, very low and .soft. Crooned the Blackbird in the orchard croft, " Bell, drar Bell ! " crooned he. "Whom Ood's creatures love," the angel fair Murmured, "God dotli bless with angels' care ; Child, tiiy bed shall be Folded safe from harm. Love, deep and kind, Shall watch around and leave good gifts behind. Little Bell, for thee ! ". Thomas westwood. TO A CHILD. WRITTEM IN HER ALBL'M. Small service is true service while it lasts : Gf humblest friends, bright creature ! scorn not one : The daisy, by the shadow that it casts. Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. William Wordsworth. PICTURES OF MEMORY. Amont. the beautiful pictures Tliat hang on Memory's wall Is one of a dim old forest, That seemeth best of all ; Not for its gnarled oaks olden, Dark with the mistletoe ; Not for tli^ violets golden That sprinkle the vale below ; Not for the milk-white lilies That lean from the fragrant ledge. Coquetting all day with tlie sunbeams. And stealing their golden edge ; Not for the vines on the upland. Where the bright red benies rest, Nor t-lie pinks, nor tlie pale sweet cowslip. It seemeth to me the best. I once had a little brother. With eyes that were dark and deep ; In the lap of that old dim forest He lieth in peace asleep : Liglit as the down of the thistle, Free as tlie winds that blow, We roved tliere the beautiful summers, The summers of long ago ; But his feet on the hills grew weary, And, one of the autumn eves, I made for my little brother A bed of the yellow leaves. Sweetly his jjale arms folded My neck in a meek embrace. As the light of immortal beauty Silently covered his face ; And when the arrows of sunset Lodged in the tree-tops bright. He fell, in his saint-like beauty, Asleep by the gates of light. Therefore, of all the pictures That hang on Memory's wall, The one of the dim old forest Seemeth the best of all. ALICE Carv. THE PET NAME. *' The name Which from THEIR lips seemed a caress." MISS MlTFORD'S Dramatic Sceney I HAVE a name, a little name, Uncadenced for the ear, rnhonored by ancestral claim, Unsanctified by prayer and psalm The solemn font anear. 90 I'UEMS OF CHILDHOOD AND VOITU. It never did, to pages wove For gay romance, belong. It never dcdieato did move As "Saeharissa," unto love, — "Orinda," unto song. Though 1 write books, it will be read Upon the leaves of none. And afterward, wlien I am dead, Will ne'er be graved for sight or tread, Across my funeral-stone. This name, whoever chance to call Perhaps your smile may win. Nay, do not smile ! mine eyelids fall Over mine eyes, and feel withal The sudden teais within. Is there a leaf that greenly grows Where summer meadows bloom. But gathentth the winter snows, Aiul changeth to the hue of those, If lasting till they come ? Is tliere a word, or jest, or game. Hut time encrusteth round With sad associate thoughts the same ? And so to me my very name Assumes a mournful sound. My brother gave that name to me When we were children twain, — When names actjuired baptismally Were hard to utter, as to see That life had any pain. No shade was on us then, save one Of chestnuts from the hill, — And through the word our laugh did run As part thereof. Tlie mirth being done, He calls me by it still. Nay, do not smile ! I liear in it What none of you can hear, — The talk upon the willow seat. The bird and wind that diil repeat Around, our human cheer. I hear the birthday's noisy bliss. My sisters' woodUind glee, — My father's praise I did not miss. When, stooping down, lie i-ared to kiss Tlie poet at his knee, — And voices whicli, to nanu" me, aye Their tenderest tonos were keei)ing, — To some I nevermore can say An answer, till God wipes away 1 11 heaven these drops of wec)iiug. My name to me a sadness wears ; No munnurs cross my mind. Now Go(l be thanked for these thick tears. Which show, of tliose departed years. Sweet memories left behind. Now God be thanked for years enwTought With love which softens yet. Now God be thanked for every thought Wliich is so tender it has caught Earth's guerdon of regi-et. Earth saddens, never shall remove. Affections purely given ; And e'en that mortal grief shall prove The immortality of love. And heighten it with Heaven. Elizabeth Barrett Browning. THE THREE SOXS. I UAVE a son, a little son, a boy just five years old. With eyes of tlioughtful earnestness, and mind of gentle mould. They tell me that unusual grace in all his ways appears. That my child is grave and wise of heart beyond his childish years. I cannot say how this may be ; 1 know his face is fair, — And yet his chiefest comeliness is his sweet and serious air ; I know his heart is kind and fond ; 1 know he loveth me ; I5ut loveth yet his mother more witli grateful fervency. But that which others most admire, is the thought which fills his mind. The food for grave inijuiring speech he every- where doth find. Strange questions doth he ask of me, when we together walk ; He scarcely thinks as children think, or talks as children tjilk. Nor cares he much for childish sports, dotes not on bat or ball. But looks on manhood's ways and works, and aptly mimics all. His little heart is busy still, and oftentimes per- plext With thoughts about this world of ours, and thoughts about the next. He kneels at his dear mother's knee ; she teacheth him to pray ; And strange and sweet and solemn then are the words which he will sav. CHILDHOOD. 91 O, should my gentle child be spiired to man- hood's years like me, A holier and a wiser man I trust that he will be ; And when 1 look into his eyes, and stroke las thouglitful brow, I dare not think what I should feel, were 1 to lose him now. I have a son, a second son, a simple child of three ; I '11 not declare how bright and fair his little features be, How silver sweet those tones of his when he prattles on my knee ; I do not think his light-blue eye is, like his brother's, keen. Nor his brow so full of childish thought as his 'liath ever been ; But his little heart's a fountain pure of kind and tender feeling ; And his every look's a gleatn of light, rich depths of love revealing. When he walks with me, the country folk, who pass us in the street, Will shout for joy, and bless my boy, he looks so mild and sweet. A playfellow is he to all ; and yet, with cheerful tone. Will sing his little song of love, when left to sport alone. His presence is like sunshine sent to gladden home and hearth, To comfort us in all our griefs, and sweeten all our mirth. Should he grow up to riper years, God grant his heart may prove As sweet a home for heavenly grace as now for earthly love ; And if, beside his grave, the tears our aching eyes must dim, God comfort us for all the love which we shall lose in him. I have a son, a third sweet son ; his age I cannot tell, For they reckon not by years and months where he has gone to dwell. To us, for fourteen anxious months, his infant smiles were given ; And then he bade farewell to earth, and went to live in heaven. I cannot tell what form is his, what looks he weareth now, Kor guess how bright a glory crowns his shining sera]>h brow. The thouglits that fill his sinless soul, the bliss which he iloth feel. Are numbered v.ith the secret things which God will not reveal. 15ut I know (for Ooil hath told me this) that he is now at rest, Wliere other blessed infants be, orj tlieir Saviour's loving breast. 1 know his spirit feels no more this weary load of flesh. But his sleep is blessed with endless dreams of joy forever fresh. I know the angels fold him close beneatb their glittering wings. And soothe him with a song that breathes of Heaven's divinest things. 1 know that we shall meet our babe (his mother dear and I ) Where God for aye shall wipe away all tears from every eye. Whate'er Ijefalls his brethren twain, his bliss can never cease ; Their lot may here be grief and fear, but his is certain peace. It may be that the tempter's wiles their souls from bliss may sever ; But, if our own poor faith fail not, he must be ours forever. When we think of what our darling is, and what we still must be, — When we nnise on that world's perfect bliss, and this world's misery, — WTien we groan beneath this load of sin, and feel this grief and pain, — Oh ! we 'd rather lose our other two, than have him here again. JOHN MOULTRIE. THE MITHERLESS BAIRN. An Inverary correspondent writes : " Thorn gave me the for- lowing narrative as to the origin of ' The Mittierless Bairn * ; I (jiiote his own words. ' When 1 was livin' in Aberdeen. I was hmping roun' the house to my garret, wht-'n 1 heard the greetin' o' a wean. A lassie was thumpin' a bairn, when out cam a big dame, bellowin', " Ye hussie, will ye lick a mitherlcss bairn 1." 1 hobled up the stair and wrote the sang afore sleepin'. " When a' ither bairnies are hushed to their hame By aunty, or cousin, or frecky graml-danie, Wha stands last and lanely, an' naebody cariii' ? 'T is the puir doited loonie, — the mitherless bairn ! The mitherless bairn gangs to his lane bed ; Nane covers his cauld back, or haps his bare heail; His wee hack it heelies are hard as the airn. An' litheless the lair o' the mitherless bairn. Aneath his caulil lirow siccan dreams hover there, O' hands that wont kindly to kame his ilark hair ; Hut mornin' brings clutches, a' reckless an' stern. That lo'e nae the locks o' the mitherless bairn ! 9:.' roli.MS OF CUILDIIOUU Ai\U VUUTU. Yon sister that siiiig o'or his sal'tly I'ockod lied Now rests ill tlic^ iiiools wlit'iv lii'i' iiiiiiiiiniu is laid : Tlio liitlicr toils sail' their wen Imiiiiorii to cani, .\ir Ivoiis na till' wiiuigs o' Ills iiiilli<*rl('ss Iiairii. I lor spirit, tliat piissoil in yon liour o' his hirth, Slill Wiiti'lics liisivi'arisonic wainlorinj^s'on oartli ; lii'oordinf? in lioavun tho blessin^js thoy earn Wlia ooutliiliu deal wi' tho mitlierloss bairn ! (), sjicaU liini na harsldy, lie tn'iiililcs the u liilc. Ill' liriids to ymr Inddiiij,', iuiil lilcsscs your siiiili'; 111 llii'ir dark hour o' iiii^iiisli tlio lu-arth'ss shall lea I'll That t!od iloiils Iho blow, for llic uiilliorlcss bnirn! W'lia.lAM TIIOM. MY MOTH UK'S IMCTUiij.;. OUT OP NORPOI.K. TUU C.ll'T OI' MY COUSIN. ANN llOUUAM. O THAT those lips had langnago ! LilV has passed With ine but roughly since I heard thee last. Tlio.se liiisaro thine, — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childliood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child ; chase all thy tears away ! " Till' meek intelligenee of those dear eyes (Blest be the art Unit can iininortali/.e, — The art that bailies time's tyrannie claim To (inench it !) here sliincs on me still the same. Faithful remembrancer of one so dear ! welcome .guest, though nuexpecti'd here ! Who bid'st mo honor with an artless song, Atlectioniite, a mother lost so long. 1 will olicy, — not willingly alone, lint gladly, as the precejit were her own ; And, while that face renews my tilial grief, Kaucy shall weave a charm for my relief, — Shall steep iiie in Klysian revery, A momentary dream that tlion art she. My mother! when I Icarncil that tlion wast dead. Say, wast tlioii conscious of the tears 1 slied > Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, — Wreteh even then, life's journey just begun ! I'erhaiw thou giwcst me, though uiifelt, a kiss ; I'erhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day ; I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away; And, turning from my nui'sery window, drew .\ long, long sigh, and we]>t a last ndieii ! I!ut was it such ' — It was, — -yhere thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown : May I hut meet thee on that peaceful shore. The parting word shall pass my lips no more. Thy maiden.s, grieved themselves at my concern, Dft gave me promise of thy iiiiick return ; What ardently 1 wished 1 long believed, And, disapiiointed slill, was still deoeived, — liy e.\|iectation every day beguiled, Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went. Till, all my stock of infant sorrows spent, 1 learned at last submission to my lot ; lint, though 1 less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is licard iu» more ; Children not thine have trod my nursery lloor ; And where the gardener Hobin. day by ilay, Drew me to school along the iniblie way, — Delighted with my bawhle coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm and velvet cap, — 'Tis now become a history little known That onee we called the pastoral house onr own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair. That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm that has cll'aced A thousand other themes, less deeply traced; Thy nightly visits to my chamber made. That thini mightst know me safe and warmly laid; Thy morning bounties ere 1 left my home, — Tho biscuit, or confectionery plum ; Tho fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed l!y thy own hand, till IVcsh they shone and glowed, — All thi.s, and, more endearing still than all. Thy constant How of love, that knew no fall, — Ne'er rmiglieued by those cataracts and breaks That humor interposed too often makes ; All this, still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age, .\dds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honors to thee as my numbers may, — Perhaps a trail memorial, but sincere, — Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed hero. Could time, his llight reversed, restore the hours When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flow- ers, - - The violet, the pink, the jessamine, — I pricked them into paper with a pin, (.\nd thou wast happier than myself the while — Wonldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile,) — ("■ould those few pleasant days again apjicar, Might one wLsli bring them, would 1 wish them here » I would not trust my heart, — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps 1 might. Hut no, — what here we call our life is such, So little to Ih' loved, and thou so much, ClIILUllOOD. 'Xi Tliiit I slioulil ill rei|uilu tlicc to constrain Tliy unbound spirit into bonds a{;iiin. J Thou — as a gallant bark, from Albion s coast, (The storms all weathered and the ocean erossed, ) •Shoots into port at some well-havened islo, W'here spices breathe and brighter seasons smile; There sits quiescent on the (loods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs iujpregnated with iueeuse play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, — So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side. But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest, Always from port withheld, always distressed, — Me howling Iplasts drive devious, tempest-tossed. Sails rippeIs." "0 Lord! dear, my lieart will break, 1 shall go stick stark staring wild ! Has ever a one seen anything about the streets like a crying lost-looking child ? Lawk help me, 1 don't know where to look, or to run, if I only knew wliicli way — A Child as is lost about London streets, and es- pecially Seven Dials, is a needle in a bottle of hay. I am all in a quiver — get out of my sight, do, you wretch, you little Kitty M'Nab ! You promised to have half an eye to him, you know you did, you dirty deceitful young drab. The last time as ever 1 see 1dm, poor thing, was with my own blessed Motherly eyes. Sitting as good as gold in the gutter, a playing at making little dirt-pies. I wonder he left the court, where he Wixs better off than all the other young boys. With two bricks, an old shoe, nine oyster-shell.s, and a dead kitten by way of toys. When his father comes home, and he always comes lu)me as sure as ever the clock strikes one. He'll be rampant, he will, at his child being lost ; and the beef and the inguns not done ! La bless you, good folks, mind your own con- cerns, aud don't be making a mob in the street ; Sergeant M'Farlane ! you have not come across my poor little boy, have you, in your beat ? Do, good people, move on 1 don't stand staring at me like a parcel of stupid stuck pigs ; Saints forbid ! but he 's p'r'aps been inviggled away up a court for the sake of his clothes by the priggs ; He 'd a very good jacket, for certain, for I bought it myself for a shilling one day in Hag Fair ; And his trousers considering not very much patched, and red plush, they was once his Father's best pair. His shirt, it 's very lucky I 'd got washing in the tub, or that might have gone with the rest ; ■ But he 'd got on a very good pinafore with only two slits and a bum on the breast He 'd a goodish sort of hat, if the crown was sewed in, and not ipiite so much jagged at the brim. With one shoe on, and the other shoe is a boot, aud not a fit, and you '11 know by that if it 's him. Except being so well dressed, my mind would misgive, some old beggar woman, in want of an orphan. ClIILUUOOD. 95 Had borrowed the child to go a-hcgging with, but I 'd rather see hiiti laid out in his coffin ! Do, good people, move on , such a rabble of boys ! I '11 break every bone of 'em I come near. Go home — you 're spilling the porter- — go home — Tommy Jones, go along home with your beer. This day is the sorrowfullest day of my life, ever since my name was Betty Jlorga'i, Them vile Savoyards ! they lost him once before all along of following a monkey and an organ : my Billy — my head will turn riglit rouml — if he 's got kiddynapped with them /tal- ians, They '11 make him a plaster parish image boy, they will, the outlandish tatterdemalions. Billy — where are you, Billy ? — I 'm as hoarse as a crow, with screaming for ye, you young sorrow ! And sha'n't have half a voice, no more I sha'n't, for crying fresh herrings to-morrow. Billy, you 're bursting my heart in two, and my life won't be of no more vally. If I 'm to see other folks' darlin's, and none of mine, playing like angels in our alley. And what shall I do but cry out my eyes, when I looks at the old three-legged chair As Billy used to make coach and horses of, and there a' n't no Billy there ! 1 would run all the wide world over to find him, if I only knowed where to run, Little Murphy, now I remember, was once lost for a month through stealing a penny bun, — The Lord forbid of any child of mine ! I think it would kill me rally,' To find my Bill holdin' up his little innocent hand at the Old Bailey. For though I say it as ought n't, yet I will say, you may search for miles and mileses And not find one better brought up, and more pretty behaved, from one end to t' other of St. Giles's. And if I called him a beauty, it 's no lie, but only as a mother ought to speak ; You never set eyes on a more handsomer face, only it has n't been washed for a week ; As for hair, though it 's red, it 's the most nicest hair when I 've time to just show it the comb ; I '11 owe 'em five pounds, and a blessing besides, as will only bring him safe and sound home. He 's blue eyes, and not to be called a squint, though a little cast he 's certainly got ; And his nose is still a good un, though the bridge is broke, by his I'alling on a jKiWter pint pot ; He 's got the most elegant wide mouth in the world, and very large teeth for his age ; And (juite as fit as Mrs. Murdockson's child to play Cupid on the Drury Lane stage. And then he has got such dear winning ways — but 0, I never, never shall see him no more ! dear ! to think of losing him just after nuss- ing him back from deatli's door ! Only the very last month when the windfalls, hang 'em, was at twenty a penny ! And the threepence he 'd got by grottoing was spent ill plums, and si.\ty for a child is too many. And the Cholera man came and whitewashed us all, and, drat him ! made a seize bf our hog. — It 's no use to send the Crier to cry him about, he 's such a blunderin' drunken old dog ; The last time he was fetched to find a lost child he was guzzling with his bell at the Crown, And went and cried a boy instead of a girl, for a distracted Mother and Father about Town. Billy — where are you, Billy, I say ? come, Billy, come home, to your best of Mothers ! 1 'm scared when I think of them Cabroleys, they drive so, they 'd run over their own Sisters and Brothers. Or maybe he 's stole by some chimbly-.sweeping wretch, to stick fast in narrow flues and what not. And be poked up behind with a picked pointed pole, when the soot has ketched, and the chimbly 's red hot. 0, I 'd give the whole wide world, if the woild was mine, to clap my two longin' eyes on his fac^. For he 's my darlin' of darlin's, and if he don't soon come back, you '11 see me drop stone dead on the place. I only wish I 'd got him safe in these two Moth- erly arms, and would n't I hug him and kiss him ! Lawk ! I never knew what a precious he was — but a child don't not feel like a child till you miss him. Why, there he is ! Punch and Judy hunting, the young WTetch, it 's that Billy as sartin as sin ! But let me get him home, with a good grip of his hair, and I 'm blest if he shall have a whole bone in his skin ! THOMAS HOOD. i)6 I'dH.MS OF ClllLDIlDOD AND VOITII. A VISIT FKOM ST. NICHOLAS. 'T WAS tile night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimuey with care, In hopes that St. Ni(^holas soon would be there; The chiklreu were nestled all snug in their beds. While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads ; And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap. Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, — When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the mat- ter. Away to. the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave a histre of midday to objects below ; When what to my wondering eyes should ap- pear. But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick 1 knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came. And he whistled and shouted, and called them by name : " Now, Dasher ! now. Dancer I now, Prancerand Vi.\en ! On, Comet ! on, Cupid ! on, Donder and Blitzen ! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall ! Now dash away, dash away, dash away all ! " As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, , With the sleigh full of toys, — and St. Nicholas too. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As 1 drew in my head, and was turning aroimd, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot. And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot : A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes how they twinkled! his dimples how merry ! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry ; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow. And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth. And the smoke it encircled liis head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, — a right jolly old elf ; And I laughed, when I saw him, in spite of my- self. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know 1 had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work. And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jeik, And laying his linger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle. And aw.iy they all flew like the down of a this- tle ; But I heard him e.xclaim, ere he drove out of sight, " Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good- night ! " Clement c. Moore. THE FROST. Thk Frost looked forth, one still, clear night, And he said, " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley anil over the height In silence I '11 take my way. I will not go like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain. Who make so much bustle and noise in vain. But 1 '11 be as bUsy as they ! " Then he went to the mountain, and powdei'ed its crest, He climbed op the trees, and their boughs he dressed With diamonds and pearls, and over the breast Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail, that it need not feivr The dowuwai'd point of many a spear That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept : Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped. By the light of the nuion were seen Most beautiful things. There were flowers and trees. There were bevies of binis and swarms of hees. CHILDHOOD. 97 Tlu'ie were cities, thioiies, temples, and towers, ami these All iiictured in silver sheen ! lint he dill one thing that was hardly fair, — He peeped in the enpboard, and, finding there Tliat all had forgotten for him to prepare, — " Now, just to set them a thinking, I '11 bite this basket of frnit," said he ; " This costly pitcher I 'U burst in three, And the glass of water they 've left for me Shall Uchick.'' to tell them I'm drinking." HANNAH Frances Gould. RAIN ON THE KOOF. When the humid shadows hover Over all the starry spheres. And the melancholy darkness Gently weeps in rainy tear.s. What a bliss to press tlie pillow Of a cottage-chamber bed. And to listen to the patter Of the soft rain overhead ! Every tinkle on the shingles Has an echo in the heart ; And a thousand dreamy fancies Into busy being start. And a thousanpy if tlu'y sink not in Quick and treacherous sands of sin. Ah ! that thou conldst know thy joy. Ere it passes, barefoot boy ! John Creenleaf wmittier. For many generations past Here is our fandly tree ; My mother's hands this Bible cla.sped. She, dying, gave it me. Ah ! well do I remember tho.se Wliose names these records bear ; Who round the hearthstone used to close, Aftei- the evening [irayer. And speak of what these pages said In tones my heart would thrill ! Though they are with the silent dead, Here are they living still ! My father read this holy book To brothers, sisters, dear ; How caliu was my poor mother's look, Who loved God's woril to hear ! Her angel face, — I see it yet ! What thronging memories come ! Ag-ain that little group is met Within the halls of home ! Thovi truest friend man ever knew. Thy constancy I 've tried ; Wlu'U all were false, I found thee true. My counsidlor and guide. The mines of earth no treasures give That could this vohnne buy ; In teaching me the -way to live. It taught me liow to die ! George Perkins morris THE OLD OAKEN BrCKET. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood. When fond recollection presents then\ to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild- WOOll, And e\-eiT loved spot which my inl'ancy knew ; The wide-spreading pond and the mill which .stood by it. The britlge, and tlie rock where the cataract fell ; The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it. And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well, - The old oaken bucket, tlu' iron-bound Imcket, The moss-co\cred bucket which hung in the well. That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure : For often, at noon, when returned from the lield, I found it the source of an exquisite pleiisuie, Tlu' purest ami sweetest that initure can yield. How anient I seized it, with hands that wore glowing ! And quick to the white-pcbblod bottom it fell; YOUTH. 101 Tlieii soon, with the emblein of trutli overflow- ing. And dri[iping with coolness, it rose from the well ; — Thi' old oaken bvieket, tlie iron-bound bucket, Tlie moss-covered bucket, arose from the well. Mow sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips ! Not II full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it. Though tilled with the nectar tliat Jujuter sips. And now, far removed from the loved situation. The tear of regret will intrusively swell, As fancy reverts to my father's plantation. And sighs for the bucket wliich hangs in the well ; — Tlie old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket. The moss-covered bucket which hangs in the well. SAMU&L WOODWORTH. THE OLD AI!M-CH.\IK,. I LOVR it, I love it ! and who shall dari' To chide me for loving that old aini-ehair ! I 've treasured it long as a sainted prize, 1 've bedewed it with tears, 1 'veemlialined it with sigha. 'T is bound by a thousand bands to my lieart ; Not a tie will bre.ak, not a link will start ; Would you know the spell ? — a mother sat there ! And a sacred thing is that ohl arm-chair. In rhildhond's hour I lingered near . The hallowed seat with listening ear ; And gentle words that mother would give To fit me to die, and teach me to live. Sh(-' told me that shame would never betide With Truth for my creed, and God for my guide ; .She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer. As I knelt beside that old arm-chair. I sal, and watched her many a day. When her eye grew dim, and lier locks were gray ; And I almost worshipjied licr when she smiled. And turned from her liihle to bless her child. Years rolled on, but the last one sped, — ■ My iilol was shattered, my earth-star lied ! I learnt how much the heart can liear. When I saw her die in her old arm-chair. 'T is past, 't is past ! but I gaze on it now. With tpiivering breath and throbbing brow ; 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there slie died. And memory Hows with I.iva tMe. Say it is folly, and deem me weak. Whilst scalding drops start down my cheek ; But I love it, 1 love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm-chair. i-:liza Cook. WOODMAN, SPAKE THAT TREE. WdODMAN, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And 1 '11 protect it now. 'T was my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot ; There, woodnum, let it stand. Thy axe shall harm it not ! That old familiar tree, Wliose glory and renown Ale siiieail o'er land and sea, And wonldst thou hew it down ? Woodman, forbear thy stroke ! Cut not its earth-bound ties ; 0, spare that aged oak. Now towering to the skies ! When but an idle boy i sought its grateful shade ; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters played. My mother kissed me here ; My father pressed my hand — I'oigive this foolish tear. But let that old oak stand ! My heart-strings round thee cling, < 'lose as thy bark, old friend ! Here shall the wild-bird sing, .\nd still thy branches bend. Old tree ! the storm still brave ! And, woodman, leave the spot ; While I 've a hand to save. Thy a,xe shall hurt it not. (iEOKGE I'ERKINS MORRIS. SEVEN TIMES TWO. ROMANCE. ■V'otT bells ill the steeple, ring out your changes, Row many soever they be. And let the brown meadow-lark's note as ho ranges Come over, come over to me. Yet birds' clearest carol by fall or by swelling No magical sense conveys. And bells have forgotten their old art of telling The fortune of future days. 102 I'OliMS OF rilll.DiUH)!) AND VtlllTll. "'rniiuigiiin, tiiiiniguiii,"oiu'iillii7 rung cheurily Wliilii II lioy lisli'iu'd iilomi : Miulu his luiirl yi'iini agiiiu, imisiiig so wniiily All liy liiiiisi'ir oil 11 slDiiii. IVidi- lu'lls ! 1 liii-^ivi' yiHi ; yoiir fjoiul iliiys mv OVl'l", Ami iiiiiin, they iiiv yi'l tn bo ; No luslmiiiiK, no loii>;iiin, sluill mij;lit, nufjlit liisi'ovi'i" : Von li'iivc till' sloiy I" I'll'. 'I'lui I'oxjilovii sliooUs out ol' tlio grooii iiiutti'il llOlllllOl', l'i'i>|mriii){ lii'i' liooils of snow ; Sho wiis iillo, iiiul sli'pt till llm sniisliiiiy wiiUlu'i' ; (1, i-liiUli't'ii liiko long to grow. I wish, mill 1 wish tliiit tho spring wonUl go I'luslcr, Nor long sumnicr luiU' so lulu ; Ami 1 I'onhl grow on liUc tho I'oxglovn luulnstor, For sonui things iirc ill to wiiit. 1 wiiil tor tho ihiy wlu'ii iloiir lu'iirts shall ilisi'ovor, Whilo (U'lir hiinils urn luiil on my hwul ; " 'Phi' chilli is u womun, tho hook muy doso ovi'i', For all llu' h'ssons iiro suiil." 1 wait lor my story — the hinls onnnot sing it, Not ono, ns hi> sits on tho trw' ; 'I'ho lu'lls I'unnot ring il. hnt longycui's, 0, hring it ! Sni'h as 1 wish it lo ho. JliAN INI.IU.OW. THE ROMANCK OF TlIF, SWAN'S NEST. l.riTi.K K.llio .sits nlono Mill tho lioiH'hi's of ft nu'iulow, \^y a stroani-siilo on tho gni.ss, .\ml tho tii'i'.s aro showoring ilowu IVniblos of llu'ir louvtw in shaiUnv, On hor shining hair ami I'ai'o. Sho has thrown hor lioniiot hy. Anil hor foot sho has boon ilipiiing In tho shiiUow wutor's How. Now sho holils thoin nukoilly In hor hunils all slook ami ilripiiing, Whilo sho roikoth to aiul fro. l.ittlo K.llio sits alono. Ami tho smilo sh^ softly u.so.s Kills tho silonoo liko a spoooh, Whilo sho thinks what shall ho ilono, — And tlm swootosi (iloagiiro olioosos For lu>r fntni-<< within roaoh. Kittle Ellio in lior smilu I'hoosos ..." 1 will have a lover, Killing on ii .stood of stuoils I He shall lovo mo withont giiilo, And to III III I will disoovor Tho swan's noat among tho roods. "And tho stood shall ho rod-voan, And tho lovor shall ho iiolilo, With an oyo that takos tho liroath. And tho Into ho plays upon Sliall siriko ladios into trimhlo, .As his sword strikos iiioii to doath. "And tho stood it shall ho shod All in silvor, honsod in aznro, And tho niuno shall swim tho wind ; And tho hoofs along tho sod Shall Hash onward and koop moasuro, Till tho sliophords look hohind. " Kill my lovor will not prize All tho glory ihal ho ridos in, Whon ho gazos in my faoo. llo will say, '0 Lovo, tliino eyes lUiilil tho shriiio my .soul ahiilos in, .\nd 1 kiiool hoio for thy graoo,' "Thon, ay I lion ho shall kiiool low. With tho rod-roan stood unoar him, Wliioli shall sooni to undorstund — Till I answor, ' Kiso and go ! For I ho world most lovo and four him Whom I gift with lioart and hand.' " Thon ho will ariso so palo, I shall fool my own lips troniblo With a Ill's I must not say ; Nathloss maiilon-hravo, ' Farowoll ' I will nttor, and dissomhlo ; — ' Light to-morrow with to-day.' "Thon ho '11 rido among tho hills To tho wiilo world iiast tho river. There to put away all wrong ; To make straight distorted wills. And to empty tho broad ipiiver Whioli till' wiokeil hear along. "Tlnvo limes shall a young foot-iwge Swim tho stivam ami elimb tho mountain .Vnd kneel down hosido my feet ; — ' 1.0, my master sends this gage, Lady, for thy pity's e.ninling ! What wilt thou exohange for it?' ".\ml the lii-st time, I will send A white i-osobud for a guonlon, — And the sooond time, a glovo ; YOUTH. 103 But the tLiid tiiiiu, 1 may bend From my pride, and answer, ' Pardon, If he comes to take my love.' " Tlien the young foot-pago will run, — Then my lover will ride I'aster, Till he knueleth at my knee : ' I am a duke's elilest son ! Thousand serfs do call me master, — But, Love, I love Ijut Uiix ! ' " He will kiss me on tliu mouth Then, and lead me as a lover Through the crowds that praise his deeds ; And, when soul-tied by one troth, Unto him I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds." Little Ellie, with her smile Not yet ended, rose up gayly, Tied the bonnet, donned the shoe, And went homewanl, round a mile, Just to see, as she ilid daily. What more eggs were witli the two. Pushing through the elm-tree copse, ■Winding up the stream, light-hearted. Where the osier pathway leads, — Past the bouglis she stoops — and stops. Lo, the wild swan had deserted. And a rat had gnawed the reeds. Ellie went home sad and slow. If she founil the lover ever, With his red-roan steed of steeds, Sooth I know not ! but I know She could never show him". — never. That swan's nest among the reeds I ELIZAUETIt BARRETT DROWNING. GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING. A FAIR little girl sat utuler a tree Sewing as long as her eyes could see ; Then smoothi-il her work and folded it right. And said, " Dear work, good niglit, good night ! " .Such a number of rooks came over her head, • 'rying "Caw, caw ! " on their way to bed, She said, as she watched their curious liight, *' Little black things, good night, good night ! " The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed, The sheep's " Bleat ! bleat ! " came over the road ; All seeming to say, with a quiet delight, " Good little girl, good night, good night ! " She did not say to the sun, " Good night ! " Tliougli she saw him there like a ball of light ; For slie knew he had Goil's time to keep All over the world and never could sleep. The tall pink foxglove bowed his head ; The violets courtcsied,