Why, then you must. Will you put out mine eyes? So much as frown on you? Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it! Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, Even in the matter of my innocence : Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron? And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, Oh! that there were a single mote in your's A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there, EVENING IN PARADISE-ADAM'S CONVERSATION Now came still evening on, and twilight gray : Unargued I obey: so God ordains. God is thy law; thou, mine to know no more, All seasons and their change, all please alike. MILTON. INDEX. Ah! whence yon glare A little, 'tis a little word All's for the best! be sanguine and cheerful Answer me, burning stars of night As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Beautiful, sublime, and glorious Beside yon struggling fence that skirts the way Breathes there a man with soul so dead Child amidst the flowers at play 16 Cleon hath a million acres 8 Come, follow, follow me Deal gently with the erring one Down in a green and shady bed 3 Faintly flow thou falling river 17 Fall'n is thy throne, O Israel 17 Father of all! who reign'st above Freeborn and beautiful, the mountain For man to tell how human life began Friend after friend departs Go, when the morning shineth God gave to Afric's sons Hail, beauteous stranger of the wood Hail! sovereign of the world of Floods! whose majesty 87 49 23 Hark! whence that rushing sound Have you a heart? When your head did but ache He is the freeman, whom the truth makes free How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh How dear to my heart are the days of my childhood I climb'd the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn If solitude hath ever led thy steps I hear thee speak of a better land I love it, I love it; and who shall dare I love to look on a scene like this It must be so-Plato, thou reason'st well I remember, I remember I wandered lonely as a cloud It was a summer's evening "Little by little," an acorn said Lo! now the ways of heav'n's eternal King Morn is the time to wake Nay, speak no ill! a kindly word "Never give up!" 'tis the secret of glory Not world on world in phalanx deep Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Oh! bless'd of heaven, whom not the languid songs O for a lodge in some vast wilderness O maiden, heir of kings O Thou! who dry'st the mourner's tear Oh! never chide the wing of time Oh, water for me, bright water for me Pause not to dream of the future before us Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll! Sleep, little baby! sleep Some Water and Oil Sound the the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea Spring! Spring! beautiful spring PAGE 54 4 35 25 Star of Morning! leave thy bed Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain Tell me not, in mournful numbers The bird, let loose in Eastern skies The curfew tolls the knell of parting day The deep affections of the breast The King is come to marshal us, all in his armour drest The month was August and the morning cool The scene was more beautiful far to my eye There is a sunbeam beautifully shining There is a tide in the affairs of men There lives and works The quality of mercy is not strained There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream Though hard my daily labour Thou art, O God! the life and light 25 19 - 75 14 43 To be, or not to be-that is the question Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky 'Twas the glorious dawn of a sweet spring day Twist ye, twine ye, even so Under a spreading chestnut tree Vital spark of heavenly flame Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower - 35 24 |