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risp, creak.

rochet, bishop's short surplice.

rood, cross (as in Holy-Rood). room, piece of land.

rowan, mountain-ash.

ruth, pity, compassion.

sack, Sherry or Canary wine. sackless, innocent. saga, Scandinavian epic. saltier, stirrup.

salvo-shot, salute of artillery. saye, say, assertion.

scalds, Scandinavian minstrels. scapular, ecclesiastical scarf. scathe, harm, injury. scaur, cliff, precipice. scrae, bank of loose stones. Scrogg, shady wood.

sea-dog, seal.

selcouth, strange, uncouth. selle, saddle.

seneschal, steward of castle.

sewer, officer who serves up a feast.

shalm, shawm, musical instrument sheeling, shepherd's hut.

sheen, bright, shining.

shent, shamed.

shrieve, shrive, absolve.

shroud, garment, plaid.

sleights, tricks, stratagems. slogan, Highland battle-cry.

snood, maiden's hair-band or fillet. soland, solan-goose, gannet. sooth, true, truth.

sped, despatched, ' done for.'

speer, speir, ask.

spell, make out, study out.

sperthe, a battle-axe.

springlet, small spring.

spule, shoulder.

spurn, kick.

stag of ten, one having ten branches on his ant

lers

stance, station.

sterte, started.

stirrup-cup, parting cup.

stole, ecclesiastical scarf (sometimes robe).

stoled, wearing the stole.

store (adjective), stored up.

stowre, battle, tumult.

strain, stock, race.

strath, broad river-valley.

strathspey, a Highland dance.

streight, strait.

strook, struck, stricken.

stumah, faithful.

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES

[Including the first Lines of Songs contained in the longer Poems]

A CAT of yore- or else old Esop lied, - 439.
A courtier extraordinary, who by diet, 496.
A grain of dust, 505.

A mightier wizard far than I, 457.

A mirthful man he was— the snows of age, 507.
A priest, ye cry, a priest!-lame shepherds
they, 496.

A tale of sorrow, for your eyes may weep, 508.
A thousand winters dark have flown, 462.
A weary lot is thine, fair maid, 253.
A weary month has wandered o'er, 420.
Admire not that I gained the prize, 485.
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, 472.
Ah! mark the matron well

Harry, 500.

and laugh not,

Ah, poor Louise! the livelong day, 481.
Alas! alas! 456.

All is prepared the chambers of the mine, 508,
All joy was bereft me the day that you left me,

401.

All your ancient customs, 499.

Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning, 254.
Amid these aisles where once his precepts
showed, 405.

An hour with thee! When earliest day, 480.
And art thou cold and lowly laid, 205.

And be he safe restored ere evening set, 494.
And did ye not hear of a mirth befell, 413.
And Need and Misery, Vice and Danger, bind,
494.

And ne'er but once, my son, he says, 23.

And some for safety took the dreadful leap, 503.
And what though winter will pinch severe, 430.
And when Love's torch has set the heart in
flame, 497.

And whither would you lead me then, 270.
And you shall deal the funeral dole, 464.
Anna-Marie, love, up is the sun, 452.
Approach the chamber, look upon his bed, 495.
Arouse thee, youth! it is no common call,

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493.
Arouse the tiger of Hyrcanian deserts, 495.
As lords their laborers' hire delay, 474.

As the worn war-horse, at the trumpet's sound,
436.

As, to the Autumn breeze's bugle-sound, 494.
Ask thy heart, whose secret cell, 457.

Assist me, ye friends of Old Books and Old
Wine, 471.

At school I knew him -a sharp-witted youth,
497.

Autumn departs but still its mantle's fold,
313.

Ave Maria! maiden mild! 180.

Away! our journey lies through dell and dingle

495.

Ay! and I taught thee the word and the spell,
455.

Ay, Pedro, come you here with mask and lan-
tern, 498.

Ay, sir - our ancient crown, in these wild times,
498.

Ay, sir, the clouted shoe hath ofttimes craft
in 't, 500.

Ay, this is he who wears the wreath of bays,
507.

Beggar! -the only freemen of your Common-
wealth, 492.

'Behold the Tiber!' the vain Roman cried, 506
Between the foaming jaws of the white torrent,

507.

Bid not thy fortune troll upon the wheels, 500.
Birds of omen dark and foul, 448.

Bold knights and fair dames, to my harp give
an ear, 19.

Bring the bowl which you boast, 480.
But follow, follow me, 418.

By pathless march, by greenwood tree, 480.
By this good light, a wench of matchless metal,
501.

By ties mysterious linked, our fated race, 457.

Canny moment, lucky fit, 424.

Can she not speak, 502.

Cauld is my bed, Lord Archibald, 441.
Champion, famed for warlike toil, 465.
Chance will not do the work, 501.
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The Genman in the front parlor,

504.
Come forth, old man thy daughter's side, 505.
Come hither, young one Mark me! Thou art

now, 501.
Come, let me have thy counsel, for I need it, 504.
Come, Lucy, while 't is morning hour, 287.
Complain not on me, child of clay, 457.
Contentions fierce, 503.

Credit me, friend, it hath been ever thus, 501.
Cry the wild war-note, let the champions pass
508.

Cursed be the gold and silver which persuade
506.

Daring youth! for thee it is well, 456.
Dark Ahriman, whom Irak still, 477.
Dark are thy words and severe, 462.

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