England's sun was slowly setting, o'er the hills so far away Fair stood the wind for France Far in a wild, unknown to public view 253 10 37 From the quickened womb of the primal gloom 177 Happy insect! ever blest . Hie upon Hielands Goe, soule, the bodie's guest Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! Happy the man who, void of cares and strife Harness me down with your iron bands Her suffering ended with the day How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood 115 Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake How little reeks it where men lie 2 87 51 32 204 179 36 85 202 I have a son, a little son, a boy just five I in these flowery meads would be I loved thee long and dearly I'm often asked by plodding souls. I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary I weigh not fortune's frown or smile 15 I wish I were where Helen lies 93 I would not live alway, I ask not to stay 128 My prime of youth is but a frost of care 9 O blithely shines the bonny sun Of all the girls that are so smart Oft has it been my lot to mark Old Grimes is dead; that good old man 125 44 65 123 On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billow. 152 Only a baby small 226 Only waiting till the shadows 248 O say can you see, by the dawn's early light. 103 O, where will be the birds that sing 203 O why should the spirit of mortal be proud? There's a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot 189 239 'T was a jolly old pedagogue, long ago 'T is midnight's holy hour,-and silence now 'T was in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in 135 226 hell. 109 'Twas the night before Chrislmas, when all through 'T was when the wan leaf frae the birk tree was fa'in' 105 Two worlds there are. To one our eyes we strain 243 When a' ither bairnies are hushed to their hame When the sheep are in the fauld, and a' the kye at Where the rocks are gray, and the shore is steep 247 "You have heard," said a youth to his sweetheart, 124 You knew-who knew not Astrophel? 5 You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier 193 THE END. |
