INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A BARD, dear muse, unapt to sing.. A is an angel of blushing eighteen A KNIGHT and a lady once met in a grove... ALAS, how soon the hours are over.... ALL honor to woman, the sweetheart, the wife... PAGE 352 381 55 289 192 263 41 353 As I sat at the café I said to myself.. 300 As I went to the wake that is held on the green. 377 As on this pictured page I look... 106 95 A SWEET" No, no,”—with a sweet smile beneath CARELESS rhymer! it is true... FILL the goblet again! for I never before.. 273 FOREVER! 'Tis a single word... 190 FOR many a winter in Billiter-lane.. . 256 GOOD-NIGHT? ah! no; the hour is ill.... 275 GOOD pastry is vended.. 151 246 Go-you may call it madness, folly... HERE on my desk it lies ... HERE, where the beech-nuts drop among the grasses. He stood, a worn-out City clerk.. 347 210 176 I'D "read" three hours. Both notes and text.. I ASKED my fair one happy day IF every flower's an emblem, as you say.. IF I were you, when ladies at the play, sir.. If this should fail, why then I scarcely know. IF you've nothing, dear, to tell me. I KNOW not of what we pondered I'LL tell you a story that's not in Tom Moore... I LOVE to hear thine earnest voice.. I'm in love with neighbor Nelly. I'M often asked by plodding souls.. 253 197 389 185 65 84 313 353 40 240 IN Clementina's artless mien... IN London I never know what I'd be at. I PLUNGE my hand among the leaves.. 102 385 222 168 INDEX. I THINK, whatever mortals crave. IT ripen'd by the river banks.. It's a singular fact that whenever I order.. I'VE a sweetheart blithe and gay.... JENNY kissed me when we met.. LADY, very fair are you. LAST year I trod these fields with Di... LITTLE I ask; my wants are few... MADAM, you are very pressing,.. I REMEMBER the time ere his temples were grey IRISH eyes! Irish eyes!.. I SAW him once before..... IT cannot be said I've no love... My Aunt ! my dear unmarried aunt !... 81 My coachman, in the moonlight there. 298 344 145 NATURE! thy fair and smiling face..... .... Now o'er the landscape crowd the deepening shades..... 188 On this Tree if a nightingale settles and sings POOR Rose! I lift you from the street. PRITHEE tell me, Dimple-Chin..... REASON, and Folly, and Beauty, they say.. SHE has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool.. PAGB 357 232 359 49 47 SHE passed up the aisle on the arm of her sire.. SHE's jealous! Am I sorry? No!...... SHE then must once have looked, as I.. 154 158 234 SIR POET, ere you crossed the lawn.. 225 167 SLY Beelzebub took all occasions. STILL on the tower stood the vane.. 253 286 SUNNY breadth of roses.. SWEET flower, that with thy soft blue eye. TAKE my cloak--and now fix my veil, Jenny.. 327 269 310 368 387 155 THE Cunning hand that carved this face. 339 THE folds of her wine-dark violet dress. THE time I've lost in wooing.. INDEX. THIS old velvet coat has grown queer, I admit... THIS relative of mine..... THOUGH slender walls our hearths divide. PAGE 329 127 138 201 THOUGH the voice of modern schools.. 265 177 THY smiles, thy talk, thy aimless plays. 276 . Too late I stayed! forgive the crime... 'TWAS ever thus from childhood's hour.. UNDER the lindens lately sat.... 252 246 182 35 WHEN the black-letter'd list to the gods was presented.. 249 WHY flyest thou away with fear? 239 WONDERING maiden, so puzzled and fair... 341 3 YEARS-years ago,-ere yet my dreams. YES, I write verses now and then.. You shun me like a fawn, my dearest Milly.. 401 384 33 131 390 16 51 378 ΙΟ |