Chapter XIII: Book TWO (11)

Talking of sects quite late one eve 180 The autumn is old 186 The bells of Mount Vernon are ringing to-day 58 The boy stood on the burning deck 164 The bravest battle that ever was fought 64 The children kept coming one by one 146 The coppenter man said a wicked word 139 The day is cold, and dark, and dreary 28 The district school-master was sitting behind his great book-laden desk 68 The feast is o'er! Now brimming wine 57 The gate was thrown open, I rode out alone 120 The gret big church wuz crowded full uv broadcloath an' of silk 149 The harp that once through Tara's halls 71 The joys of living wreathe my face 208 The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year 21 The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone 55 The muffled drum's sad roll has beat 15 The night was dark when Sam set out 76 The old mayor climbed the belfry tower 150 There are two kinds of people on earth to-day 116 There fell an April shower, one night 26 There lay upon the ocean's shore 150 There's a dandy little fellow 82 There was a Boy; you knew him well, ye cliffs 90 There was a sound of revelry by night 17 There were ninety and nine 166 The rich man's son inherits lands 22 The rosy clouds float overhead 62 These are the things I hold divine 64 The shades of night were falling fast 15 The snow and the silence came down together 83 The sunlight shone on walls of stone 134 The sun's heat will give out in ten million years more 203 The sweetest lives are those to duty wed 20 The warrior bowed his crested head, and tamed his heart of fire 160 The weaver at this loom is sitting 171 They grew in beauty, side by side 130 They said, "The Master is coming" 30 This is the land where hate should die 18 Tho' yer lamp o' life is burnin' with a clear and steady light 199 Three little words you often see 201 'Tis a cold, bleak night! with angry roar 77 'Tis a lesson you should heed 135 'Tis gone at last, and I am glad; it stayed a fearful while 173 'Tis only a half truth the poet has sung 28 "To-whit! to-whit! to-whee!" 41 Turn back the leaves of history. On yon Pacific shore 183 'Twas a stylish congregation, that of Theophrastus Brown 18 'Twas on Lake Erie's broad expanse 78 'Twas the eve before Christmas; "Good-night" had been said 196 Two angels, one of Life and one of Death 187 Two little stockings hung side by side 141

Want any papers, Mister? 94 We all look on with anxious eyes 40 We are two travellers, Roger and I 49 Well, wife, I found the _model_ church! I worshipped there to-day 148 W'en you see a man in woe 123 We squander health in search of wealth 103 We were crowded in the cabin 56 We were not many,--we who stood 165 "What fairings will ye that I bring?" 92 What flower is this that greets the morn 85 What makes the dog's nose always cold? 144 Whence come those shrieks so wild and shrill 12 Whene'er a noble deed is wrought 56 Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track 8 When I compare 34 When Mary Ann Dollinger got the skule daown thar on Injun Bay 67 When papa was a little boy you really couldn't find 100 When the humid showers gather over all the starry spheres 97 When the lessons and tasks are all ended 133 When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour 118 Whichever way the wind doth blow 67 "Which shall it be? which shall it be?" 101 Who comes dancing over the snow 153 Who dat knockin' at de do'? 71 Why dost thou wildly rush and roar 100 Why, yes, dear, we can put it by. It does seem out of place 186 With sable-draped banners and slow measured tread 140 Work! Thank God for the might of it 154 Work thou for pleasure; paint or sing or carve 169

Ye banks, and braes, and streams around 88 Ye say that all have passed away--that noble race and brave 135 Yes, it's a quiet station, but it suits me well enough 109 You bad leetle boy, not moche you care 80 You may talk o' gin an' beer 98 You're going to leave the homestead, John 159 Your letter, lady, came too late 136 You sail and you seek for the Fortunate Isles 168 You say I have asked for the costliest thing 155

Transcriber's note:

The poem "Try Try Again" is not credited with an author in
the table of contents. The author of this poem is _William E.
Hickerson_.