Chapter VI: Consolation (2)

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year, Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse; So may some gentle muse With lucky words favor my destined urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud; For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose at evening bright Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel. Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute, Tempered to the oaten flute; Rough satyrs danced, and fauns with cloven heel From the glad song would not be absent long, And old Damætas loved to hear our song. But, oh, the heavy change, now thou art gone-- Now thou art gone, and never must return! Thee, shepherd, thee the woods, and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, And all their echoes, mourn; The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear. Where were ye, nymphs, when the remorseless deep Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream-- Ay me! I fondly dream, Had ye been there; for what could that have done? What could the muse herself that Orpheus bore, The muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Alas! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble minds) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise, Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears; Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumor lies; But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed. O fountain Arethuse, and thou honored flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood; But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the herald of the sea That came in Neptune's plea; He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain? And questioned every gust of rugged winds That blows from off each beakèd promontory; They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panopè with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge, Like to that sanguine flower, inscribed with woe. Ah! who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge? Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean Lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain); He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learned aught else the least That to the faithful herdsman's art belongs! What recks it them? what need they? they are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swollen with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears. Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureat hearse where Lycid lies, For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away where'er thy bones are hurled, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world; Or whether thou to our moist vows denied, Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks towards Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward angel now, and melt with ruth! And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth! Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more! For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky; So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears forever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood. Thus sang the uncouth swain to th' oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals gray; He touched the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay. And now the sun had stretched out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay; At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue: To-morrow to fresh, woods and pastures new.

MILTON.

AFTER DEATH.

FROM "PEARLS OF THE FAITH."

_He made life--and He takes it--but instead
Gives more: praise the Restorer, Al-Mu'hid!_

He who dies at Azan[11] sends This to comfort faithful friends:--

Faithful friends! it lies, I know, Pale and white and cold as snow; And ye says, "Abdullah's dead!" Weeping at my feet and head. I can see your falling tears, I can hear your cries and prayers, Yet I smile and whisper this:-- "I am not that thing you kiss; Cease your tears and let it lie: It was mine, it is not I."

Sweet friends! what the women lave For its last bed in the grave Is a tent which I am quitting, Is a garment no more fitting, Is a cage from which at last Like a hawk my soul hath passed. Love the inmate, not the room; The wearer, not the garb; the plume Of the falcon, not the bars Which kept him from the splendid stars. Loving friends! be wise, and dry Straightway every weeping eye: What ye lift upon the bier Is not worth a wistful tear. 'Tis an empty sea-shell, one Out of which the pearl is gone. The shell is broken, it lies there; The pearl, the all, the soul, is here. 'Tis an earthen jar whose lid Allah sealed, the while it hid That treasure of His treasury, A mind which loved him: let it lie! Let the shard be earth's once more, Since the gold shines in His store!

Allah Mu'hid, Allah most good! Now thy grace is understood: Now my heart no longer wonders What Al-Barsakh is, which sunders Life from death, and death from heaven: Nor the "Paradises Seven" Which the happy dead inherit; Nor those "birds" which bear each spirit Toward the Throne, "green birds and white," Radiant, glorious, swift their flight! Now the long, long darkness ends. Yet ye wail, my foolish friends, While the man whom ye call "dead" In unbroken bliss instead Lives, and loves you: lost, 'tis true By any light which shines for you; But in light ye cannot see Of unfulfilled felicity, And enlarging Paradise; Lives the life that never dies.

Farewell, friends! Yet not farewell; Where I am, ye too shall dwell. I am gone before your face A heart-beat's time, a gray ant's pace. When ye come where I have stepped, Ye will marvel why ye wept; Ye will know, by true love taught, That here is all, and there is naught. Weep awhile, if ye are fain,-- Sunshine still must follow rain! Only not at death, for death-- Now I see--is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, that is of all life center.

Know ye Allah's law is love, Viewed from Allah's Throne above; Be ye firm of trust, and come Faithful onward to your home! "_La Allah ilia Allah!_ Yea, Mu'hid! Restorer! Sovereign!" say!

_He who died at Asan gave This to those that made his grave._

SIR EDWIN ARNOLD.

[11] The hour of prayer; esteemed a blessed time to die.

IT IS NOT DEATH TO DIE.

It is not death to die,
To leave this weary road,
And, midst the brotherhood on high,
To be at home with God.

It is not death to close
The eye long dimmed by tears,
And wake in glorious repose,
To spend eternal years.

It is not death to bear
The wrench that sets us free
From dungeon-chain, to breathe the air
Of boundless liberty.

It is not death to fling
Aside this sinful dust,
And rise on strong, exulting wing,
To live among the just.

Jesus, thou Prince of Life,
Thy chosen cannot die!
Like Thee they conquer in the strife,
To reign with Thee on high.

GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE.

THERE IS NO DEATH.

There is no death! the stars go down
To rise upon some other shore,
And bright in heaven's jewelled crown
They shine forever more.

There is no death! the forest leaves
Convert to life the viewless air;
The rocks disorganize to feed
The hungry moss they bear.

There is no death! the dust we tread
Shall change, beneath the summer showers,
To golden grain, or mellow fruit,
Or rainbow-tinted flowers.

There is no death! the leaves may fall.
The flowers may fade and pass away--
They only wait, through wintry hours,
The warm sweet breath of May.

There is no death! the choicest gifts
That heaven hath kindly lent to earth
Are ever first to seek again
The country of their birth.

And all things that for growth of joy
Are worthy of our love or care,
Whose loss has left us desolate,
Are safely garnered there.

Though life become a dreary waste,
We know its fairest, sweetest flowers,
Transplanted into paradise,
Adorn immortal bowers.

The voice of bird-like melody
That we have missed and mourned so long
Now mingles with the angel choir
In everlasting song.

There is no death! although we grieve
When beautiful, familiar forms
That we have learned to love are torn
From our embracing arms;

Although with bowed and breaking heart,
With sable garb and silent tread,
We bear their senseless dust to rest,
And say that they are "dead."

They are not dead! they have but passed
Beyond the mists that blind us here
Into the new and larger life
Of that serener sphere.

They have but dropped their robe of clay
To put their shining raiment on;
They have not wandered far away--
They are not "lost" or "gone."

Though disenthralled and glorified,
They still are here and love us yet;
The dear ones they have left behind
They never can forget.

And sometimes, when our hearts grow faint
Amid temptations fierce and deep,
Or when the wildly raging waves
Of grief or passion sweep,

We feel upon our fevered brow
Their gentle touch, their breath of balm;
Their arms enfold us, and our hearts
Grow comforted and calm.

And ever near us, though unseen,
The dear, immortal spirits tread;
For all the boundless universe
Is life--there are no dead.

JAMES L. M'CREERY.

1863.

GOING AND COMING.

Going--the great round Sun,
Dragging the captive Day
Over behind the frowning hill,
Over beyond the bay,--
Dying:
Coming--the dusky Night,
Silently stealing in,
Wrapping himself in the soft warm couch
Where the golden-haired Day hath been
Lying.

Going--the bright, blithe Spring;
Blossoms! how fast ye fall,
Shooting out of your starry sky
Into the darkness all
Blindly!
Coming--the mellow days:
Crimson and yellow leaves;
Languishing purple and amber fruits
Kissing the bearded sheaves
Kindly!

Going--our early friends;
Voices we loved are dumb;
Footsteps grow dim in the morning dew;
Fainter the echoes come
Ringing:
Coming to join our march,--
Shoulder to shoulder pressed,--
Gray-haired veterans strike their tents
For the far-off purple West--
Singing!

Going--this old, old life;
Beautiful world, farewell!
Forest and meadow! river and hill!
Ring ye a loving knell
O'er us!
Coming--a nobler life;
Coming--a better land;
Coming--a long, long, nightless day;
Coming--the grand, grand
Chorus!

EDWARD A. JENKS.

BLIND.

Laughing, the blind boys Run 'round their college lawn, Playing such games of buff Over its dappled grass!

See the blind frolicsome Girls in blue pinafores, Turning their skipping ropes!

How full and rich a world Theirs to inhabit is! Sweet scent of grass and bloom, Playmates' glad symphony. Cool touch of western wind, Sunshine's divine caress. How should they know or feel They are in darkness?

But--O the miracle! If a Redeemer came, Laid fingers on their eyes-- One touch--and what a world New born in loveliness!

Spaces of green and sky, Hulls of white cloud adrift, Ivy-grown college walls, Shining loved faces!

What a dark world--who knows? Ours to inhabit is! One touch, and what a strange Glory might burst on us! What a hid universe!

Do we sport carelessly, Blindly, upon the verge Of an Apocalypse?

ISRAEL ZANGWILL.

THE DEATH OF DEATH.

SONNET CXLVI.

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fooled by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more. So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And, Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

SHAKESPEARE.

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INDEX: TITLES AND AUTHORS

_For occupation, nativity, etc., of Authors, and the American publishers of the American poetical works, see General Index of Authors, Volume X._

ÆSCHYLUS. PAGE.
Wail of Prometheus Bound, The (_Mrs. Browning's Translation_) 156

AGATHIAS.
Time's Revenge (_Bland's Translation_) 72

ALDRICH, JAMES.
Death-Bed, A 306

ALGER, WILLIAM ROUNSEVILLE.
Parting Lovers, The (_From the Chinese_) 104

ALLINGHAM, WILLIAM.
Dirty Old Man, The 55

ARNOLD, SIR EDWIN.
After Death in Arabia. 452
Secret of Death, The 434

ARNOLD, MATTHEW.
Requiescat 307

AUSTIN, ALFRED.
Agatha 13

AUSTIN, SARAH TAYLOR.
Passage, the (_German of Uhland_) 342

AYTON OR AYTOUN, SIR ROBERT.
Woman's Inconstancy 71

BACON, FRANCIS, BARON VERULAM.
World, The 151

BAILEY, PHILIP JAMES.
Death in Youth (_Festus_) 428

BALLANTINE, JAMES.
"Ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew" 241

BARBAULD, ANNA LÆTITIA.
Life 400

BARNARD, LADY ANNE.
Auld Robin Gray 32

BARR, AMELIA EDITH.
Bottom Drawer, The 405

BEAUMONT, FRANCIS.
On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey 269

BENJAMIN, PARK.
Old Sexton, The 282

BENNETT, LUCY A.
"Asleep! asleep!" 396

BÉRANGER, PIERRE-JEAN DE.
Old Vagabond, The (_Translation_) 188

BETHUNE, GEORGE WASHINGTON.
"It is not death to die" 455

BJÖRNSON, BJÖRSTJERNE.
Princess, The (_Dole's Translation_) 9

BLACKIE, JOHN STUART.
Emigrant Lassie, The 280

BLAMIRE, SUSANNA.
"What ails this heart o' mine" 139

BLAND, ROBERT.
Time's Revenge (_Greek of Agathias_) 72

BLOOD, HENRY AMES.
Song of Savoyards 248

BODENSTEDT, FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON.
Unchanging (_Translation_) 242

BONAR, HORATIUS.
"Beyond the smiling and the weeping"

BRENAN, JOSEPH.
"Come to me, dearest" 144

BRIDGES, ROBERT (_Droch_).
Unillumined Verge, The 308

BONAR, HORATIUS.
"Beyond the smiling and the weeping" 378

BROOKS, MARIA GOWEN (_Maria del Occidente_).
Song of Egla 138

BROWN, JOSEPH BROWNLEE.
Thalatta! Thalatta! 388

BROWNING, ELIZABETH BARRETT.
Comfort 433
De Profundis 421
Hopeless Grief 217
Mother and Poet 323
Sleep, The 389
Tears 429
Wail of Prometheus Bound, The (_Greek of Æschylus_) 156

BROWNING, ROBERT.
Evelyn Hope 310
Prospice 391

BRYANT, WILLIAM CULLEN.
Blessed are They that Mourn 420
Conqueror's Grave, The 442
Thanatopsis 264

BURDETTE, ROBERT JONES.
"When my ship comes in" 245

BURNS, ROBERT.
"Ae fond kiss, and then we sever" 98
Banks o' Doon, The 12
Highland Mary 329
"I love my Jean" 126
Mary in Heaven, To 339
"O my Luve's like a red, red rose" 99
"O, saw ye bonnie Leslie" 130

BURROUGHS, JOHN.
Waiting 238

BYRON, GEORGE NOEL GORDON, LORD.
"Adieu, adieu, my native shore" 108
Dream, The 73
Farewell to his Wife 109
Latest Verses 169
"Maid of Athens, ere we part" 100
Picture of Death, A (The Giaour) 261

CAMOËNS, LUIS DE.
Blighted Love (_Strongford's Translation_) 81

CARLETON, WILL.
"Over the hill to the poor-house" 175

CARY, HENRY FRANCIS.
"The fairest thing in mortal eyes" (_French of Duke of Orleans_) 356

CHADWICK, JOHN WHITE.
Two Waitings, The 409

CHANNING, WILLIAM ELLERY.
Sleepy Hollow 277

CHATEAUBRIAND, FRANCOIS AUGUSTE, VICOMTE DE.
Jeune Fille et Jeune Fleur (_Translation_) 305

CHATTERTON, THOMAS.
Minstrel's Song 340

CLOUGH, ARTHUR HUGH.
Despondency Rebuked 235
Qua Cursum Ventus 107

COLERIDGE, SAMUEL TAYLOR.
Good, Great Man, The 244

COSTELLO, LOUISE STUART.
On the Death of Francis I. (_French of Marguerite_) 338
Sonnet (_French of Labé) 237
To Diane de Poitiers (_French of Marat_) 69

COWPER, WILLIAM.
Present Good, The (_The Task_) 150

CRABBE, GEORGE.
Approach of Age, The (_Tales of the Hall_) 163

CRAIK, DINAH MARIA MULOCK.
Now and Afterwards 268
Only a Woman 86
Too Late 335

CRANCH, CHRISTOPHER PEARSE.
Compensation 229

CRAWFORD, JULIA (or LOUISA MACARTNEY).
Kathleen Mavourneen 112
"We parted in silence" 113

DELAND, MARGARETTA WADE.
Love and Death 394

DE VERE, AUBREY THOMAS.
"Sad is our youth, for it is ever going" 225

DE VERE, MARY AINGE (_Madeline Bridges_).
Spinner, The 70

DOBELL, SYDNEY THOMPSON.
Home, Wounded 58

DOBSON, AUSTIN.
Sun-Dial, The 15

DODGE, MARY ELIZABETH MAPES.
Two Mysteries, The (_Along the Way_) 262

DOLE, NATHAN HASKELL.
Princess, The (_Norwegian of Bjornson_) 9

DORR, JULIA CAROLINE RIPLEY.
Hush! (_After glow_) 400

DRAYTON, MICHAEL.
"Come, let us kisse and parte" 111

DUFFERIN, HELEN BELINDA SHERIDAN, LADY (_afterwards_ LADY GIFFORD).
Lament of the Irish Emigrant 343

EASTMAN, ELAINE GOODALE.
Ashes of Roses 51

EDWARDS, AMELIA BLANDFORD.
"Give me three grains of corn, mother" 197

FIELD, EUGENE.
Jim's Kids 290

FITZGERALD, EDWARD.
Anne Allen, On 303

FLEMING, PAUL.
Myself, To (_Winkworth's Translation_) 218

FLETCHER, JOHN.
"Hence, all ye vain delights" 160
"Take, O, take those lips away" (_Bloody Brother_) 71

FOSTER, STEPHEN COLLINS.
My Old Kentucky Home 147
Old Folks at Home 148

GANNETT, WILLIAM CHANNING.
Aunt Phillis's Guest 239

GAY, JOHN.
Black-Eyed Susan 102

GLADDEN, WASHINGTON.
Awakening 375

GLUCK, ----
To Death (_Translation_) 395

GRAY, THOMAS.
Elegy written in a Country Churchyard 270

HARDINGE, WILLIAM M.
Grave of Sophocles (_Greek of Simmias_) 200

HAWTREY, E.C.
Hector to his Wife (_Greek of Homer_) 122

HAY, JOHN.
Woman's Love, A 52

HAYNE, PAUL HAMILTON.
In Harbor 398

HEBER, REGINALD.
"Thou art gone to the grave" 445

HEINE, HEINRICH.
Palm and the Pine, The (_Houghton's Translation_) 40

HEMANS. FELICIA DOROTHEA BROWNE.
Hour of Death, The 259

HENLEY, WILLIAM ERNEST.
Invictus 221

HERBERT, GEORGE.
Flower, The 219
Virtue Immortal 254

HOBART, MRS. CHARLES.
Changed Cross, The 231

HOLMES, OLIVER WENDELL.
Last Leaf, The 185
Voiceless, The 172

HOMER.
Hector to his Wife (_Hawtrey's Translation_) 122
Parting of Hector and Andromache (_Pope's Translation_) 118

HOOD, THOMAS.
Bridge of Sighs, The 208
Death-Bed, The 300
"Farewell, Life" 384
Song of the Shirt, The 199
"What can an old man do but die" 174

HOUGHTON, RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES, LORD.
London Churches 207
Palm and the Pine, The (_German of Heine_) 40

HOWLAND, MARY WOOLSEY.
Rest 397

HOYT, RALPH.
Old 180

HUDSON, MARY CLEMMER AMES.
Something Beyond 234

INGELOW, JEAN.
Divided 64

JACKSON, HELEN FISKE HUNT (_H.H._).
Habeas Corpus 382

JACKSON, HENRY R.
My Wife and Child 226

JENKS, EDWARD A.
Going and Coming 458

KEATS, JOHN.
Nightingale, Ode to a 166

KEMBLE, FRANCES ANNE.
Absence 133
Faith 95

KENNEDY, CRAMMOND.
Greenwood Cemetery 279

KEPPEL, LADY CAROLINE.
Robin Adair 134

KING, HENRY.
Sic Vita 253

KINGSLEY, CHARLES.
Rough Rhyme on a Rough Matter, A 191

KNOX, WILLIAM.
Mortality 256

LABE, LOUISE.
Sonnet (_Costello's Translation_) 237

LAMB, CHARLES.
Old Familiar Faces, The 143

LANDON, LETITIA ELIZABETH (_later_ MRS. MACLEAN).
Female Convict, The 215

LANDOR, WALTER SAVAGE.
Farewell 394
Man 151

LANG, ANDREW.
Lament for Heliodore (_Greek of Meleager_) 337

LE GALLIENNE, RICHARD.
Song (_Robert Louis Stevenson an Elegy and other Poems_) 417
What of the Darkness (_English_ Poems) 360

LE ROUX, GUIRAUD.
Fidelity in Doubt (_Preston's Translation_) 95

LINDSAY, BLANCHE ELIZABETH FITZROY, LADY.
Sonnet 304

LOCKER-LAMPSON, FREDERICK.
Widow's Mite, The 287

LOGAN, JOHN.
"Thy braes were bonny" 314

LONGFELLOW, HENRY WADSWORTH.
Death of Minnehaha, The (Song of Hiawatha) 319
Footsteps of Angels 438
God's Acre 276
Rainy Day, The 228
Reaper and the Flowers, The 417
Resignation 430

LOVELACE, COLONEL RICHARD.
Lucasta, To 123
Lucasta, on Going to the Wars, To 97

LOWELL, JAMES RUSSELL.
Auf Wiedersehen 114
First Snow-Fall, The 283
Palinode 115

LOWELL, MARIA WHITE.
Morning-Glory, The 285

LYTLE, WILLIAM HAINES.
Antony and Cleopatra 380

LYTTON, EDWARD ROBERT BULWER, EARL OF (_Owen Meredith_).
Portrait, The 82

MCCLEERY, J.L.
"There is no death" 456

MACMANUS, ANNA JOHNSTON (MRS. SEUMAS) (_Ethna Carbery_).
Thinkin' Long 141

MARGUERITE DE VALOIS.
On the Death of Francis I. (_Costello's Translation_) 338

MAROT, CLEMENT.
To Diane de Poitiers (_Costello's Translation_) 69

MARSTON, PHILIP BOURKE.
After Summer 336

MELEAGER.
Lament for Heliodore (_Lang's Translation_) 337

MICKLE, WILLIAM JULIUS.
Cumnor Hall 41

MILTON, JOHN.
Lycidas 446
Samson on his Blindness (_Samson Agonistes_) 158
Sonnet: To Cyriack Skinner 220

MITCHELL, SILAS WEIR.
Quaker Graveyard, The 278

MOIR, DAVID MACBETH.
Rustic Lad's Lament in the Town, The 131

MOORE, THOMAS.
"Alas, how light a cause" (_The Light of the Harem_) 80
"As slow our ship" 106
"Farewell!--but whenever" 116
"Farewell to thee, Araby's daughter" (_Fire Worshippers_) 316
Linda to Hafed (_Fire Worshippers_) 6

MOSS, THOMAS.
Beggar, The 189

MOTHERWELL, WILLIAM.
Jeanie Morrison 127
"My heid is like to rend, Willie" 49

MUHLENBERG, WILLIAM AUGUSTUS.
"I would not live alway" 392

MUNBY, ARTHUR JOSEPH.
Apres 355

NAIRNE, CAROLINA OLIPHANT, LADY.
Land o' the Leal, The 379

NEELE, HENRY.
"Moan, moan, ye dying gales" 152

NOEL, THOMAS.
Pauper's Drive, The 202

NORTON, CAROLINE E.S. SHERIDAN (LADY STIRLING MAXWELL).
King of Denmark's Ride, The 340
"Love not" 8

O'BRIEN, WILLIAM SMITH.
Never Despair 246

ORLEANS, CHARLES, DUKE OF.
"The fairest thing in mortal eyes" (_Cary's Trans._) 356

O'SHAUGHNESSY, ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR.
"Has summer come without the rose?" 54

PALMER, JOHN WILLIAMSON.
For Charlie's Sake 411

PATMORE, COVENTRY [KEARSEY DEIGHTON].
Parting 96

PIATT, SARAH MORGAN BRYAN.
Term of Death, The 261

PIERPONT, JOHN.
My Child 415

POE, EDGAR ALLAN.
Annabel Lee 312
For Annie 385

POLLEN, JOHN.
Last Leaf, The (_Russian of Poushkin_) 187

POPE, ALEXANDER.
Parting of Hector and Andromache (_Greek of Homer_) 118

POUSHKIN, ALEKSANDER SERGYEVICH.
Last Leaf, The (_Pollen's Translation_) 187

PRESTON, ANNIE A.
"The green grass under the snow" 442

PRESTON, HARRIET WATERS.
Fidelity in Doubt (_French of Le Roux_) 95

PRIEST, NANCY AMELIA WOODBURY.
Over the River 406

PRINGLE, THOMAS.
Afar in the Desert 222

PROCTER, ADELAIDE ANNE.
Doubting Heart, A 171

PROCTER, BRYAN WALLER (_Barry Cornwall_).
Life 251
"Softly woo away her breath" 318

QUARLES, FRANCIS.
Vanity of the World, The 153

RAMSAY, ALLAN.
Lochaber no More 105

RAYMOND, ROSSITER WORTHINGTON.
"Blessed are They" 425
Christus Consolator 432

RITTER, MARY LOUISE.
Perished 169

ROGERS, ROBERT CAMERON.
Shadow Rose, The 53

ROSETTI, DANTE GABRIEL.
Nevermore, The 82

SANGSTER, MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON.
"Are the children at home?" 288

SCOTT, FREDERICK GEORGE.
Van Elsen 361

SCOTT, SIR WALTER.
Coronach (_Lady of the Lake_) 309
Song 31
Song of the Young Highlander 101

SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM.
"Blow, blow, thou winter wind" (_As You Like It_) 155
Course of True Love, The (_Midsummer Night's Dream_) 3
Death of Death 460
Fall of Cardinal Wolsey, The (_Henry VIII._) 161
"Farewell! thou art too dear" 112
"Fear no more the heat o' the sun" (_Gymbeline_) 328
Grief (_Hamlet_) 348
Love's Memory (_All's Well that ends Well_) 140
Soliloquy on Death (_Hamlet_) 252
"Take, O, take those lips away" 71
Unrequited Love (_Twelfth Night_) 9

SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE.
Lament, A 173
"The sun is warm, the sky is clear" 164

SHIRLEY, JAMES.
Death the Leveler 253

SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP.
"With how sad steps" (_Astrophel and Stella_) 13

SILL, EDWARD ROWLAND.
Morning Thought, A 267

SILLERY, CHARLES DOYNE.
"She died in beauty" 319

SIMMIAS.
Grave of Sophocles, The (_Hardinge's Translation_) 269

SMITH, BELLE E.
"If I should die to-night" 374

SOUTHWELL, ROBERT.
"Times go by turns" 228

SPOFFORD, HARRIET ELIZABETH PRESCOTT.
Nun and Harp, The 93

STEVENSON, ROBERT LOUIS BALFOUR.
In Memoriam F.A.S. 428

STOWE, HARRIET BEECHER.
Lines to the Memory of "Annie" 426
"Only a year" 418

STRANGFORD, LORD.
Blighted Love (_Portuguese of Camoens_) 81

STURM. JULIUS.
I Hold Still (_Translation_) 243

SYMONS, ARTHUR.
Portrait, To a 34

TENNYSON, ALFRED, LORD.
"Break, break, break" 358
"Home they brought her warrior dead" (_Princess_) 345
Lady Clare Vere de Vere 4
Locksley Hall 17
May Queen, The 292
"Oh that 'twere possible" (_Maud_) 331
Selections from "In Memoriam" 340
"Tears, idle tears" 142

THOMPSON, FRANCIS.
Daisy 130

TICHEBORNE, CHEDIOCK.
Lines written in the Tower 159

TIMROD, HENRY.
At Magnolia Cemetery 279

TROWBRIDGE, JOHN TOWNSEND.
Dorothy in the Garret 89

UHLAND, LUDWIG.
Passage, The (_Austin's Translation_) 342

ULRICH, ANTON, DUKE OF BRUNSWICK.
God's Sure Help in Sorrow (_Winkworth's Translation_) 236

VAUGHAN, HENRY.
"Happy are the dead" 439
"They are all gone" 403

WASTELL, SIMON.
Man's Mortality 255

WATSON, JOHN WHITTAKER.
Beautiful Snow 205

WHITMAN, WALT.
"When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed" 362

WHITTIER, JOHN GREENLEAF.
Absent Sailor, To her (_The Tent on the Beach_) 124
Angel of Patience, The 402
Maud Muller 35

WILLIS, NATHANIEL PARKER.
Unseen Spirits 204

WINKWORTH, CATHARINE.
God's Sure Help in Sorrow (_German of Ulrich_) 236
Myself, To (_German of Flemming_) 218

ZANGWILL, ISRAEL.
Blind 461

ANONYMOUS.
Absence 141
Fair Helen 330
Good Bye 97
Grief for the Dead 408
Guilty or Not Guilty 212
Lady Ann Bothwell's Lament 47
Lavender 355
Parting Lovers, The 104
Peace 437
Saddest Fate, The 247
"They are dear fish to me" 195
"Waly, waly" 45
Watching for Papa 414
Wife to her Husband, The 146

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