And such is Human Life; so, gliding on,

And thou hast stolen a jewel, Death,

And thou hast walked about,

And was it not enough that, meekly growing,

All are not taken! they are left behind,

All beautiful things bring sadness,

All change; no death,

All conquest-flushed, from prostrate Python, came,

All day I heard a humming in my ears,.

All joy was bereft me the day that you left me,

All moveless stand the ancient cedar trees,

All promise is poor dilatory man,

"All quiet along the Potomac," they say,
All round the lake the wet woods shake,
All the kisses that I have given,

"All the rivers run into the sea,"
All the world's a stage,

All things have a double power,
All things once are things for ever;
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,.
All winter drives along the darkened air,
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom,
Almighty Father! let thy lowly child,
Almost at the root,

Alone I walked the ocean strand,

A lovely sky, a cloudless sun,

Although I enter not,

A man's life is a tower,

A man so various that he seemed to be,

A man there came, whence none could tell,
Amid the elms that interlace,

A monarch soul hath ruled thyself, O Queen,

Among so many, can He care?

And are ye sure the news is true?.

And greedy Avarice by him did ride,.

And if my voice break forth, 'tis not that now,
And is there care in heaven?

And is the swallow gone?

And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace,

And now arriving at the Hall, he tried,

And now, unveiled, the toilet stands displayed,

And now, while winged with ruin from on high,
And oh, the longing, burning eye!

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A little hand, a fair soft hand,

And were that best, Love, dreamless, endless sleep?.
And yet how lovely in thine age of woe,

Angels are we, that, once from heaven exiled,
Anon tired laborers bless their sheltering home,
An original something, fair maid,

Answer me, burning stars of night!

A poet! He hath put his heart to school,

A power hid in pathos; a fire veiled in cloud:
April is in;

Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim,
Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
Arrived at home, how then they gazed around,
A sad old house by the sea,

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
As doctors give physic by way of prevention,

As dyed in blood, the streaming vines appear,

A sensitive plant in a garden grew,

A sentence hath formed a character,

A sentinel angel sitting high in glory,

A serener blue,

As I came round the harbor buoy,
A simple child,

Seaver,

482

Gilder,

233

Byron,

105

Trench,

606

Bloomfield,

40

Campbell,

708

261

674

841

559

117

135

165

Becalmed along the azure sky,

A simple, sodded mound of earth,

As I was sitting in a wood,.

Ask me no more; the moon may draw the sea,

Ask me no more where Jove bestows,

Ask me why I send you here,.

A slanting ray of evening light,.

As leaves turned red,.

As light November snows to empty nests,

As lords their laborers' hire delay,

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers,

A sower went forth to sow,

As precious gums are not for lasting fire,
As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay,
As slow our ship her foaming track,

As sweet as the breath that goes,

As sweet desire of day before the day,

A steed, a steed of matchless speed!.

A street there is in Paris famous,

As thoughts possess the fashion of the mood,
As through the land at eve we went,
A story of Ponce de Leon,

.

A summer mist on the mountain heights,
As virtuous men pass mildly away,

As when a little child returned from play,
As when in watches of the night we see,
As woodbine weds the plants,

At dawn the fleet stretched miles away,

At dawn when the jubilant morning broke,

A thing of beauty is a joy forever,.
A thousand daily sects rise up and die,

A thousand years shall come and go,.

At kirk knelt Valborg, the cold altar-stone,

At midnight in his guarded tent,

At our creation, but the word was said;

A traveller across the desert waste,

At summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow,
Autobiography! so you say, .

Avoid extremes; and shun the fault of such,
A weary weed, tossed to and fro,

A wet sheet and a flowing sea,

A wife, as tender, and as true withal,

Ay, scatter me well, 'tis a moist spring day,

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where,"

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Bards of passion and of mirth,

Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!

Because I feel that, in the heavens above,

Because I hold it sinful to despond,

Because in a day of my days to come,

Because I wear the swaddling bands of time,

S. H. Palfrey,

847

Because love's sigh is but a sigh,

Before I trust my fate to thee,

Behold her there in the evening sun,.

Behold the rocky wall,

Holmes,

279

Believe not that your inner eye,

Lord Houghton,

287

Ben Battle was a soldier bold,

Hood,

739

Bending between me and the taper,

A. T. De Vere,

185

Beneath the hill you may see the mill,

Saxe,.

474

Beneath yon tree, observe an ancient pair,

Crabbe,

168

Benighted in my pilgrimage,-alone,-.

Be patient! oh, be patient! Put your ear against the earth, Trench,

60-4

Bonnie Tibbie Inglis,.

Bowed half with age and half with reverence,

Brave spirit, that will brook no intervention,
Break, break, break, .

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Bright as the pillar rose at Heaven's command,
Bright books! the perspectives to our weak sights,
Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of bliss,
Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art,
Bring poppies for a weary mind,

Brown bird, with a wisp in your mouth,
Burly, dozing humble-bee,.

"But a week is so long!" he said,

But grant, the virtues of a temperate prime,
But happy they! the happiest of their kind
But list a low and moaning sound,
But not e'en pleasure to excess is good,.
But now the games succeeded, then a pause,.
But what strange art, what magic can dispose,
But who the melodies of morn can tell?

By Nebo's lonely mountain,

By numbers here from shame or censure free,
By the flow of the inland river,

By the motes do we know where the sunbeam is slanting,

By the pleasant paths we know,

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,

By these mysterious ties, the busy power,

By the wayside, on a mossy stone,.

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,
Calm on the bosom of our God,

Care lives with all; no rules, no precepts save,
Centre of light and energy! thy way,
Charlemagne, the mighty monarch,

Cheap, mighty art! her art of love,

Children, that lay their pretty garlands by,

"Choose thou between!" and to his enemy,

Christ, whose glory fills the skies, .

Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake,

Cleon hath ten thousand acres,

Could you come back to me, Douglas,

Death is here, and death is there,

Erewhile the sap has had its will,

Count each affliction, whether light or grave,
Crouch no more by the ivied walls,

Crushing the scarlet strawberries in the grass,

Darkness before, all joy behind!
Darlings of the forest,

Dashing in big drops on the narrow pane; .
Daughter of Love! Out of the flowing river,
Day dawned-within a curtained room,
Day, in melting purple dying;

Day, like a flower, blossoms from the night,
Day-stars! that ope your eyes with morn,.
Day will return with a fresher boon;

Dead, lonely night, and all streets quiet now,
Dead? Thirteen a month ago,

Dear child of nature, let them rail!

Dear Ellen, your tales are all plenteously stored,
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire.

Dear friend, I know not if such days and nights,
Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span,
Dear, secret greenness! nurst below!

Death but entombs the body;

Deep in the wave is a coral grove,.

Dey vented to the Opera Haus,

Didst thou ne'er see the swallow's veering breast,
Did you hear of the Widow Malone,

Die down, O dismal day, and let me live;

Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and stars,
Discard soft nonsense in a slavish tongue,.

Discourage not thyself, my soul,

Disdain me not without desert,

Distrust that word.

Do, and suffer naught in vain ;

Does the road wind up-hill all the way
Dost know the way to Paradise?

Dost thou remember that autumnal day,

Do the dead carry their cares,
Doubtless the pleasure is as great,
Down by the river's bank I strayed,
Dow's Flat. That's its name,

Do you remember, my sweet, absent son,
Drink to me only with thine eyes,.
Dubius is such a scrupulous good man,.

Earl March looked on his dying child,
Earth gets its price for what earth gives us,
Earth has not anything to show more fair,
Eftsoones unto an holy hospital,

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky,

Even as a nurse, whose child's impatient pace,

Ever let the fancy roam;

Every wedding, says the proverb,

Baillie,.
Lever,
D. Gray,
Dryden,.

W. Collins,

A. T. De Vere,

185

Stedman,

537

Thaxter,

589

27

745

204

145

Wither,.

663

Wyatt,

677

E. B. Browning,

688

Fair time of calm resolve-of. sober thought!
False and fickle, or fair and sweet,
Fare thee well! and if for ever,

Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness!
Farewell, Life! my senses swim,
Farewell, old friend, we part at last;
Farewell, Renown! Too fleeting flower,

Shakespeare,

487

Hood,

283

E. Cook,

150

Shakespeare,

488

Friend, whose smile has come to be,

Fever and fret and aimless stir,.

Few know of life's beginnings-men behold-
First follow Nature, and your judgment frame,
First, from each brother's hoard a part they draw,
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed,
Fixed to her necklace, like another gem, .
Flutes in the sunny air!

Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Fly fro' the press, and dwell with soothfastnesse,
Foes to our race! if ever ye have known, .
Foiled by our fellow-men, depressed, outworn,
"Forever with the Lord!'

For every sin that comes before the light,.

"Forget me not." Ah, words of useless warning, For him who must see many years,

For Love I labored all the day,

For mystery is man's life, .

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched,
For us the almond tree,.

For woman is not undeveloped man, .
Four straight brick walls, severely plain,

Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,

Friend after friend departs; .

Friendship, like love is but a name,

Friends of faces unknown and a land,

Frolic virgins once these were,

Faber,

217

From the morning even until now,

From you have I been absent in the Spring,

Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,.

Gallants, attend, and hear a friend,

Tennyson,

582

Gay, guiltless pair,

Sprague,

532

Gayly and greenly let my seasons run,

Blanchard,

801

Gay sprightly land of mirth and social ease,

Genius! thou gift of Heaven! thou light divine!

Girt with the grove's aerial sigh,

"Give me a motto," said a youth,.

"Give me a son." The blessing sent,

God send me tears!

God bless the man who first invented sleep,

God loves from whole to parts; but human soul,
God loves not sin, nor I; but in the throng,
God makes such nights, all white an' still,
God moves in a mysterious way,

God said, "Let there be light!"

God sets some souls in shade, alone,

Go, forget me- why should sorrow,

Go forth in life, O friend! not seeking love,
Go, lovely rose!.

Go not, happy day,

Good men are the health of the world,

Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill,

Good-night, pretty sleepers of mine,

Go, sophist! dare not to despoil,

Go, soul, the body's guest, .

"Got any boys?" the marshal said,

Go thou and seek the house of prayer!
Go, triflers with God's secret,

Grandmother's mother: her age I guess,
Grave politicians look for facts alone,