O for the voice of that wild horn, 438.
O hone a rie'! O hone a rie'! 11.

O, hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
425.

O, I do know him- 't is the mouldy lemon, 500.
O, lady, twine no wreath for me, 266.

O listen, listen, ladies gay! 78.

O, lovers' eyes are sharp to see, 401.

O, low shone the sun on the fair lake of Toro,
400.

O Maid of Isla from the cliff, 467.

O, open the door, some pity to show, 400.
O, sadly shines the morning sun, 504.

O, say not, my love, with that mortified air, 404.
O sleep ye sound, Sir James,' she said, 440.
O, tell me, Harper, wherefore flow, 409.
O, thus it was: he loved him dear, 506.

O, who rides by night thro' the woodland so
wild? 8.

O, will you hear a knightly tale of old Bohemian
day, 444.

O, will ye hear a mirthful bourd? 29.

Of all the birds on bush or tree, 459.

Of yore, in old England, it was not thought
good, 474.

Oh, I'm come to the Low Country, 481.

Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
130.

Oh! you would be a vestal maid, I warrant,
504.

On Ettrick Forest's mountains dun, 467.
On Hallow-Mass Eve, ere you boune ye to rest,
415.

--

Once again, but how changed since my wan-
derings began, 425.

One thing is certain in our Northern land, 505.
Our counsels waver like the unsteady bark, 503.
Our vicar still preaches that Peter and Poule,
200.

Our work is over-over now, 441.

Over the mountains and under the waves, 500.

Painters show Cupid blind - hath Hymen eyes?

So, while the Goose, of whom the fable told,
493.

Soft spread the southern summer night, 420.
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o`er, 162.
Soldier, wake! the day is peeping, 476.
Sometimes he thinks that Heaven this vision
sent, 492.

Son of a witch, 480.

Son of Honor, theme of story, 309.

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! 493.
Speak not of niceness, when there's chance of
wreck, 502.

Staffa sprung from high Macdonald, 410.
Stern eagle of the far Northwest, 459.

Stern was the law which bade its votaries leave,
495.

Still in his dead hand clenched remain the
strings, 492.

Still though the headlong cavalier, 504.
Strange ape
of man who loathes thee while he
scorns thee, 508.
Summer eve is gone and past, 264.

Sweet shone the sun on the fair lake of Toro,
10.

Take these flowers which, purple waving, 8.
Take thou no scorn, 453.

Tell me not of it, friend-when the young
weep, 492.

Tell me not of it-I could ne'er abide, 507.
That day of wrath, that dreadful day, 80.
That's right, friend- drive the gaitlings back,

472.

The ashes here of murdered kings, 506.

The Baron of Smaylho'me rose with day, 14.
The bleakest rock upon the loneliest heath, 493.
The course of human life is change ful still, 502,
The deadliest snakes are those which, twined
'mongst flowers, 506.

The Druid Urien had daughters seven, 388.
The forest of Glenmore is drear, 37.

The hearth in hall was black and dead, 494.
The heath this night must be my bed, 179.
The herring loves the merry moon-light, 429.
The hottest horse will oft be cool. 495.
The knight 's to the mountain, 414.

The last of our steers on the board has been
spread, 484.

The Lord Abbot had a soul, 492.

The Minstrel came once more to view, 203.
The monk must arise when the matins ring, 448.
The moon is in her summer glow, 231.

The moon's on the lake and the mist's on the
brae, 428,

The news has flown frae mouth to mouth, 469.

181.

The parties met. The wily, wordy Greek, 508.
The Pope he was saying the high, high mass, 17.
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,
The sacred tapers' lights are gone, 497.
The sages for authority, pray, look, 473.
The sound of Rokeby's woods I hear, 269.
The storm increases 't is no sunny shower, 507.
The sun is rising dimly red, 460.
The sun upon the lake is low, 484.
The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, 437.
The tears I shed must ever fall, 505.
The violet in her greenwood bower, 8.

-

The way is long, my children, long and rough –
508.

The way was long, the wind was cold, 46.
The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn, 5.

The wisest sovereigns err like private men, 499.
There are times, 506.

There came three merry men from south, west,
and north, 452.

There is a mood of mind we all have known, 370.
There is mist on the mountain, and night on
the vale, 416.

There must be government in all society-504.
There's a bloodhound ranging Tinwald wood,

441.

There's something in that ancient superstition,
496.

These be the adept's doctrines - every element,
507.

These were wild times - the antipodes of ours,

508.

They bid me sleep, they bid me pray, 187.
Things needful we have thought on; but the
thing, 500.

This is a gentle trader and a prudent, 499.
This is a lecturer so skilled in policy, 503.
This is a love meeting? See the maiden mourns,
502.

This is he Who rides on the court-gale, 498.
This is rare news thou tell'st me, my good fel-
low, 498.

This is some creature of the elements, 502.
This is the day when the fairy kind, 456.

This is the Prince of Leeches; fever, plague,
504.

This is the time - Heaven's maiden sentinel,
501.

This is the very barn-yard, 500.

This, sir, is one among the Seigniory, 500.

This superb successor, 507.

This wandering race, severed from other men,
495.

This was the entry, then these stairs - but
whither after? 495.

This way lie safety and a sure retreat, 501.
Those evening clouds, that setting ray, 491.
Thou hast each secret of the household, Fran-
cis, 497.

Thou so needful, yet so dread, 465.
Thou who seek'st my fountain lone, 458.
Though right be aft put down by strength, 418.
Thrice to the holly brake, 455.

Through the vain webs, which puzzle sophists'
skill, 507.

Thy craven fear my truth accused, 455.

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright, 430.

'Tis not her sense-for sure, in that, 505.
'Tis strange that in the dark sulphureous mine,
508.

'Tis sweet to hear expiring Summer's sigh, 405.
'Tis the black ban-dog of our jail-pray look
on him, 502.

'Tis when the wound is stiffening with the cold,
496.

To horse! to horse! the standard flies, 9.
To man in this his trial state, 494.

To the Lords of Convention 't was Claver'se who
spoke, 485.

To youth, to age, alike, this tablet pale, 484.
Toll, toll the bell! 507.

Too much rest is rust, 504.
Traquair has ridden up Chapel-hope, 31.
True-love, an thou be true, 494.

True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank, 33.

Trust me, each state must have its policies, 495.
'Twas a Maréchal of France, and he fain would
honor gain, 408.

'Twas All-souls' eve, and Surrey's heart beat
high, 77.

'T was near the fair city of Benevent, 478.
'T was time and griefs, 493.

'Twas when among our linden-trees, 442.
Twist ye, twine ye! even so, 425.

Upon the Rhine, upon the Rhine they cluster,
507.

Up rose the sun o'er moor and mead, 482.

Vain man, thou mayst esteem thy love as fair,

507.

Viewless Essence, thin and bare, 482.

Wake, Maid of Lorn! the moments fly, 315.
Waken, lords and ladies gay, 403.
Want you a man, 507.

Wasted, weary, wherefore stay, 425.
We are bound to drive the bullocks, 418.

We are not worse at once-the course of evil,
502.

We do that in our zeal, 506.

We know not when we sleep nor when we wake,

507.

We'll keep our customs-what is law itself,
499.

We love the shrill trumpet, we love the drum's
rattle, 485.

We meet, as men see phantoms in a dream, 502.
Welcome, grave stranger, to our green retreats,
406.

Well, then, our course is chosen; spread the
sail-498.

Well, well, at worst, 't is neither theft nor coin-
age, 493.

Were ever such two loving friends! 506.
Were every hair upon his head a life, 505.
What brave chief shall head the forces, 478.
What! dazzled by a flash of Cupid's mirror,
501.

What did ye wi' the bridal ring, 441.
What ho, my jovial mates! come on! we'll
frolic it, 499.

What makes the troopers' frozen courage mus-
ter, 11.

What, man, ne'er lack a draught when the full
can, 498.

What sheeted ghost is wandering through the
storm, 504.

Wheel the wild dance, 422.

When autumn nights were long and drear, 495.
When beauty leads the lion in her toils, 505.
When friends are met o'er merry cheer, 486.
When fruitful Clydesdale's apple bowers, 22.
When Israel of the Lord beloved, 451.
When princely Hamilton's abode, 26.
When Princes meet, astrologers may mark it,

503.

When the fight of grace is fought, 441.
When the gledd's in the blue cloud, 440.
When the heathen trumpet's clang, 438.

When the last Laird of Ravenswood to Ravens-
wood shall ride, 448.

When the lone pilgrim views afar, 436.
When the tempest 's at the loudest, 485.
When we two meet, we meet like rushing tor-
rents, 506.

Whence the brooch of burning gold, 322.
Where corpse-light, 465.

Where is he? Has the deep earth swallowed
him? 508.

Where shall the lover rest, 110.

Wherefore come ye not to court, 500.

Whet the bright steel, 451.

While the dawn on the mountain was misty and
gray, 268.

Who is he? One that for the lack of land, 492.

Yes, thou mayst sigh, 482.

every busy thought,

Yon path of greensward, 505.

You call it an ill angel - it may be so, 496.
You call this education, do you not, 496.
You have summoned me once, you have sum-
moned me twice, 458.

You shall have no worse prison than my cham-
ber, 502.

You talk of Gayety and Innocence, 505.

Young men will love thee more fair and more
fast, 415.

Your suppliant, by name, 468.

Youth of the dark eye, wherefore didst thou
call me? 455.

Youth! thou wear'st to manhood: now, 497.

Admire not that I gained,' 485.

Albert Græme's Song, 76.

Alexandre, M., the celebrated Ventriloquist,

Lines addressed to, 474.

Alice Brand, 184.

Allen-a-Dale, 254.

'An hour with thee,' 480.

Ancient Gaelic Melody, 448.

'And did ye not hear of a mirth befell,' 413.

Anne of Geierstein, verses from, 483; mottoes
from, 506.

Answer to Introductory Epistle, 453.

Antiquary, The, verses from, 429; mottoes
from, 492.

Appeal, The, Epilogue to, 439.

'As lords their laborers' hire delay,' 474.
Avenel, Mary, To, 458.

Boat Song, 168.

Bold Dragoon, The, 408.
Bonny Dundee, 485.
Border Song, 453.

Bothwell Castle, 22.

BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIN, THE, 283.

Bride of Lammermoor, The, songs from, 448;
mottoes from, 494.

Brooch of Lorn, The, 322.

Bryce Snailsfoot's Advertisement, 467.
Buccleuch, Duke of, To his Grace the, 411.
BÜRGER, TWO BALLADS FROM THE GERMAN
OF, 1.

'But follow, follow me,' 418.

'By pathless march, by greenwood tree,' 480.

Fortunes of Nigel, The, lines from, 468; mot-

toes from, 500.

Frederick and Alice, 25.

From Virgil, a translation, 491.

Funeral Hymn, 453.

Gaelic Melody, Ancient, 448.

Glee for King Charles, 480.

Glee-Maiden, Song of the, 482.

Glencoe, On the Massacre of, 409.
Glendinning, Edward, To, 458.
Glenfinlas, 11.

Goetz von Berlichingen, Song from, 9.
Goldthred's Song, 459.
Gray Brother, The, 17.

Guy Mannering, songs from, 424.

Halbert, To, 455, 456.

Halbert's Incantation, 455.

Halcro and Norna, 462.

Halcro's Song, 460.

Halcro's Verses. 464.

'I asked of my harp,' 476.

Imitation (of the Farewell to Mackenzie)

419.

Imprisoned Huntsman, Lay of the, 206.
Inscription for the Monument of the Rev.
George Scott, 484.

Invocation, 380.

It chanced that Cupid on a season,' 423.
'It's up Glembarchan's braes I gaed,' 414.
Ivanhoe, verses from, 449; mottoes from, 495.

Jock of Hazeldean, 426.
JUVENILE LINES, 491.

Kenilworth, song from, 459; mottoes from,
498.

Kemble's, Mr., Farewell Address, 436.

LADY OF THE LAKE, The, 152.
Lady, To a, 8.

Lament, 205.

Late, when the autumn evening fell,' 414.
Lay of Poor Louise, The, 481.

Lay of the Imprisoned Huntsman, 206.
LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL, THE, 39,
Legend of Montrose, A, songs from, 448;
mottoes from, 494.

Lochinvar, 130.

Lockhart, Esq., J. G., To, 474.

Look not thou on beauty's charming,' 448.
LORD OF THE ISLES, THE, 312.

Lord Ronald's Coronach, 11.

Lullaby of an Infant Chief, 425.
Lyulph's Tale, 290.

Macdonald, Ronald, Esq., of Staffa, Lines ad-
dressed to, 410.

MacGregor's Gathering, 428.

Mackenzie, Farewell to, 419.

Mackrimmon's Lament, 439.

Madge Wildfire's Songs, 440.

Maid of Isla, The, 467.

Maid of Neidpath, The, 401.
Maid of Toro, The, 400.

MARMION, 81.

Massacre of Glencoe, On the, 409.

Melville, Lord, Health to, 402.

Mermaids and Mermen, Song of the, 461.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, 398.

Monastery, The, verses from, 453; mottoes
from, 495.

Monks of Bangor's March, The, 438.

Moon, Song to the, 239.

Mortham's History, 259.

MOTTOES FROM THE NOVELS, 491.

Nigel's Initiation at Whitefriars, 468.
Noble Moringer, The, 444.
Nora's Vow, 427.