The cricket's plaintive chirp; a warning hush
O'er all the tender sadness of the scene,-
Proclaim throughout our beauteous land the death
Of summer's glorious sheen.
Soon numbing winter stills the bounding life
Now flowing free, and holds in deadly chill
The steady upward beat, the march, the strife
Which Nature's pulses thrill.
Gleans now in fairer fields and loves thee still,-
Grim Death triumphant o'er!
And when the spring breaks o'er that mystic sea
That flows so wintry cold beyond earth's strand,
There shall thy loved one wait to welcome thee
In that blessed Summer-land!
A little while, my friend, a little while,
And sullen winter yields his frigid sway,
Though now there comes a long and dreary file
Of leaden days, and o'er our heads no smile
Of the pale, sickly sun lights up our way,
Sometime, to you and me
Come hours so bright and free
That we can wait, and waiting, sing alway!
Dear heart! be patient but a little while,
For now all things take their long night of rest: Without, the snow is stretching many a mile
O'er desolate hills, whose rocky, ice-bound crest
Hold no warm nook, no flowers, nor feathery nest
Of gladsome singing-bird,
Whose trills, whenever heard,
Awoke in us such youthful, jocund zest.
A little while, dear one, a little while!
We only wait the coming of our spring;
And though the path be long, let us beguile
The way with hope; let Faith bear us on wing
So strong she falters not, until she bring,
With love's compulsion sweet,
A life so full, 'tis meet
[fling.
That, watching for that hour, we care to glad wings
A little while, my friend, a little while
The earth bears seeds deep in her faithful heart,
In the dark mould they lonely wait, meanwhile,
For the glad sun, through the long weeks apart;
Then, when they feel the swift, electric smart
Of the God's rapturous kiss,
That wakes to life and bliss,
O wondrous change! The spring shall come again, Each softly, slowly climbs the other's heart.
The blood shall course through man and plant and
A rest, a pause, a seeming death,-and then [tree:
The joyous earth shall see
Its soul awaken to a fresher day:
A fuller, richer dawn shall surely come.
Take heart, O mourner! Leave the pulseless clay,
Look upward to thy home.
The heart that beat, the brain that ranged at will
O'er fields of thought and garnered plenteous store,
A little while, dear one, and we shall bloom:
Our lives will find their fulness in the spring
Which nature gives to all. Is there not room
In the eternities above, for gloom
Somewhat to shadow with its darkling wing
The rapturous flood of joy which love shall bring,
When Death has lost his sting,
As on victorious wing
We soar to find, in Heaven, perpetual spring?
INDEX OF FIRST LINES, ETC.
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by.........
A form not always dark...
A good man there was of religioun..
A good sword and a trusty hand..
A good that never satisfies the mind.
A grace though melancholy, manly too...
A harmless fellow wasting useless days..
A life on the ocean wave....
A little bird flew....
A little while, my friend, a little while..
A lonely wanderer upon earth am I.......
A lonely way, and as I went my eyes..
A lovely sky, a cloudless sun........
A man must serve his time to every trade..
A man there came, whence none could tell.
H. Taylor. 565
.G. Arnold, 858
.. E. Sargent. 716
..E. Sargent. 717
Poole. 943
H. Coleridge. 498
..Docden. 932
..Street. 701
Byron. 403
Allingham. 825
A soldier of the Legion..
A song for the oak...
A squad of regular infantry...
A steed, a steed of matchless speed..
A stillness crept about the house..
A street there is in Paris famous..
A sun-burst on the bay.....
A thing of beauty is a joy forever..
A view of present life is all thou hast..
A volant tribe of bards.....
A weary weed tossed to and fro..
A wee bird cam' to our ha' door.
A wet sheet and a flowing sea.............
A wild wet night! the driving sleet..
A winter night! the stormy wind...
A wish to my lips never sprung..
A wolf-like stream without a sound..
Abide not in the land of dreams..
Abide with me! fast falls the even-tide..
Abou Ben Adhem..
Above the city of Berlin..
.Chorley. 642
.Hay. 893
Motherwell. 499
Mrs. Knox, S45
..Thackeray. 696
Sir Aubrey de Vere. 394
Keats, 491
McKnight. 901
Wordsworth. 292
Fenner. 780
..... Glen. 411
Cunningham. 366
Abram and Zimri owned a field together..
Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint..
Across the narrow beach we flit....
Ae day a clock wad brag a dial..
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever.
Afar in the desert I love to ride..
Afloat; we move....
Again, again she comes...
Again has come the spring-time..
Again, how can she but immortal be..
Barton. 369
Mowatt-Ritchie. 770
..J. Miller. 914
.Burleigh. 705
..Lyte. 445
..Hunt. 371
Mrs. Hooper. 877
...Clarence Cook. 823
King. 58
.Mrs. Thaxter. 862
Ramsay. 139
Hervey. 601
..S. Longfellow. 766
..Davies. 45
Again, O Vine, I turn to thee and take.
Again the flowers we loved to twine...
Again the Lord of life and light..
Again the violet of our early days..
Again to the battle, Achaians..
Again ye fields, again ye woods and farms...
Ages have rolled...
Ah, Ben! say, how or when..
Ah, Freedom is a noble thing...
Ah! friend, to dazzle let the vain design..
Ah, happy day, refuse to go.......
Ah, I remember well-and how cau I..
Ah, Jennie dear, 'tis half a year..
Ah, many a time we look.
Ah me! full sorely is my heart..
Ah! my heart is weary waiting..
Ah! sweet Kitty Neil...
Ah! what a weary race...
Ah, what avails the sceptred race..
Alas! and alas, my sorrow...................
Alas, good friend, what profit can you see.
Alas! 'tis true I have gone here and there..
Alfred, I would that you..
All before us lies the way..
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All day the stormy wind has blown........... Miss Proctor. 839
All hail! thon noble land..
All houses wherein men have lived and died....Longfellow. 632
All I am sure of Heaven is this..
All in the Downs the fleet was moored.
All moveless stand......
All praise to thee, my God, this night.
All quiet along the Potomac...
All round us lie......
All things once are things forever.
All thoughts, all passions, all delights.
All through the afternoon..
All travellers at first incline.
All victory is struggle, using chance.
Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning..
Aloft upon an old basaltic crag..
Alone I walk the morning street...
Alone with God..
Although I enter not...
Am I in Italy? Is this the Mincius?..
Am I the slave they say..
..Patmore. 790
Gay. 151
.G. Arnold. 858
Ken. 120
Mrs. Beers. $18
........R. Rea'f. 860
.....Milnes. 659
Coleridge. 306
A. P. Miller. $S5
Swift. 125
. Scott. 299
.O'Brien. 832
...Piatt. 864
Miss Clemmer. $91
Thackeray. 696
Rogers, 268
Banim. 504
Mrs. Conant. 895
Poole. 943
...Laing. 382
..Mickle. 217
An ancient sage once on a time...
An azure sky, a soft, transparent mist.
An' O! may I never live single again.
And are ye sure the news is true...
And is there care in heaven, and is there love...... Spenser. 13
And is this life..
...Mrs. E. O. Smith. 619
And now lashed on by destiny severe...
And now unveiled the toilet stands displayed...
And, oh belovéd voices....
And, oh the longing, burning eyes..
And one there was a dreamer born.
And shall we never see each other.
Falconer. 205
Pope. 145
Mrs. Browning. 670
.. Leland. 796
Whittier, 638
Talfourd. 470
Caesar's Lamentation over Pompey.. Beaumont and Fletcher, 46
"Caius Gracchus," Passages from..........
Calanthe, here!
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren..
Call me not dead when I indeed have gone.
Calin me, my God, and keep me calm....
Calm on the listening ear of night.....
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould..
Can dissolution build..
Can I see another's woe...
Captive King, The.......
Care-charming Sleep...
Banim, 505
Webster. 34
Gilder. 925
.. Bonar. G50
..Sears, 679
Milton, 96
Symonds, 911
.... Blake 250
..James I. 5
Beaumont and Fletcher. 47
"Catiline," Scene from Croly's.
Celebrity by some great accident..
Change not, change not to me, my God.
Chatham, Lord, Character of...
Child of my heart...
Christ, whose glory fills the skies..
Christmas is here....
Clang, clang! the massive anvils ring.
Clasp closer, arms; press closer, lips.
Close his eyes: his work is done.
Columbus, Three Sonnets on....
Come a little nearer, Doctor..
Come, dear old comrade, you and I..
Come, Evening, once again...
Come, follow, follow me, you fairy elves..
Come from my First, ay, come...
.Cowper, 214
B. W. Procter. 386
.C. Wesley. 177
Thackeray, 697
540
Mrs. Hooper. 876
Boker. 791
Sir A. de Vere, 393
Come, gentle sleep, attend thy votary's prayer.
Come hither, come hither....
Come in the evening, or come in the morning.
Come into the garden, Maud..
Come, let us anew our journey pursue...
Come, listen to another song..
Come, listen to me, you gallants so free.
Come live with me, and be my love............
Come, oh thou traveller unknown.
Joyce, 582
....Daris. 719
Tennyson, 682
.C. Wesley, 176
Aytoun. 713
81
Marlowe, 2
.C. Wesley. 175
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