Such songs have power to quiet Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet And the night shall be filled with music, HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. THE END INDEX OF FIRST LINES Abide with me! fast falls the even-tide A boding silence reigns Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting A child of Nations, giant-limbed. Ae fond kiss, and then we sever. A fire-mist and a planet. . Ah, did you once see Shelley plain Ah! not because our Soldier died before his field was won Ah, there be souls none understand. A jolly fat friar loved liquor good store A life on the ocean wave A light is out in Italy A little bird once met another bird A little elbow leans upon your knee All day the stormy wind has blown 41 380 All heaven and earth are still - though not in sleep 93 All the world over I wonder, in lands that I never have trod 367 And didst thou love the race that loved not thee 420 And is there care in heaven? And is there love. 418 And on her lover's arm she leant 168 And there they sat, a-popping corn 277 "And where now, Bayard, will thy footsteps tend" 355 67 "A sail! a sail! Oh, whence away 486 PAGE As aw hurried throo th' toan to mi wark. 276 Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea 167 Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones 203 Banner of England! not for a season, O banner of Britain, Bird of the wilderness Between the dark and the daylight Beyond these chilling winds and gloomy skies Beyond the smiling and the weeping Blessings on thee, little man 38 396 395 82 490 Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans 489 333 Breathes there the man with soul so dead "But see! look up!-on Flodden bent. But where to find that happiest spot below By the rude bridge that arched the flood Clang, clang! the massive anvils ring Cleon hath a million acres, ne'er a one have I Clime of the unforgotten brave |