Chapter XVII: Part VI (3)

“Make way for liberty!” he cried, 296

Maxwelton braes are bonnie, 226

Merrily swinging on brier and weed, 44

Methought I heard a butterfly, 42

’Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, 220

Mine be a cot beside the hill, 272

My country ’tis of thee, 228

My fairest child, I have no song to give you, 21

My good blade carves the casques of men, 253

My heart leaps up when I behold, 28

My little Mädchen found one day, 149

My mind to me a kingdom is, 286

My soul is sailing through the sea, 219

Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, 326

Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes, 4

No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, 145

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 176

Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are, 179

O, a dainty plant is the ivy green, 59

O Captain! my Captain, our fearful trip is done, 57

Of all the woodland creatures, 60

Oft in the stilly night, 266

Oh where! and oh where! is your Highland laddie gone, 20

Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, 103

Old Grimes is dead; that good old man, 47

“O Mary, go and call the cattle home”, 271

O, may I join the choir invisible, 303

Once a dream did wave a shade, 116

Once there was a little boy, 19

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, 289

On Linden, when the sun was low, 134

On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, 326

Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass, 160

Over the hill the farm-boy goes, 90

O! say can you see, by the dawn’s early light, 31

O why should the spirit of mortal be proud, 323

Pussy can sit by the fire and sing, 8

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, 126

Said the wind to the moon, “I will blow you out,” 111

Sail on, sail on, O Ship of State, 227

Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, 142

See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, 301

Serene I fold my hands and wait, 267

Shed no tear! O shed no tear, 50

She dwelt among the untrodden ways, 272

She was a phantom of delight, 305

Speak! speak! thou fearful guest, 240

Stand! the ground’s your own, my braves!, 63

Sunset and evening star, 124

Sweet and low, sweet and low, 27

Tell me not in mournful numbers, 218

The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold, 158

The boy stood on the burning deck, 22

The breaking waves dashed high, 229

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, 306

The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night, 39

The gingham dog and the calico cat, 18

The God of Music dwelleth out of doors, 275

The harp that once through Tara’s halls, 287

The nautilus and the ammonite, 188

The old mayor climb’d the belfry tower, 277

The Owl and the Pussy Cat went to sea, 15

The quality of mercy is not strained, 300

There came a youth upon the earth, 171

There came to port last Sunday night, 152

There lay upon the ocean’s shore, 148

There was a sound of revelry by night, 177

There was never a Queen like Balkis, 7

There were three kings into the East, 83

There were three sailors of Bristol City, 41

The splendour falls on castle walls, 66

The stately homes of England, 192

The summer and autumn had been so wet, 166

The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, 136

The world is too much with us; late and soon, 304

The year’s at the spring, 6

Thirty days hath September, 7

This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, 122

This was the noblest Roman of them all, 301

’Tis the last rose of summer, 225

T’other day as I was twining, 234

Traveller, pluck a stem of moly, 233

Triumphal arch that fills the sky, 53

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, 29

Twinkle, twinkle little star, 6

Under a spreading chestnut tree, 25

Up from the meadows rich with corn, 96

Up from the South at break of day, 68

Way down upon de Swanee ribber, 137

Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower, 94

Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie, 92

Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town, 13

We were crowded in the cabin, 23

Whatever brawls disturb the street, 20

What is so rare as a day in June, 217

What is the voice I hear, 335

What was he doing, the great god Pan, 275

When cats run home and light is come, 40

When earth’s last picture is painted, 285

When George the Third was reigning, a hundred years ago, 236

When I consider how my light is spent, 304

When Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year, 115

Where the pools are bright and deep, 50

Wild was the night, yet a wilder night, 131

Winds of the world, give answer, 337

Woodman, spare that tree, 222

Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night, 16

Ye banks and braes of bonnie Doon, 265

“You are old, Father William,” the young man said, 33

You know, we French storm’d Ratisbon, 43