Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Tempest, act. iv. sc. 4. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE At summer eve, when Heaven's aerial bow All things that are All thoughts, all passions, all delights. Along a river-side, I know not where A man prepared against all ills to come A man there came, whence none could tell Amazed, confused, its fate unknown A mist was driving down the British Channel And here the hermit sat and told his beads And passing here through evening dew. -An empty sky, a world of heather Appeared the princess with that merry child A shadie grove not far away they spied As I in hoary winter's night As I sit at my desk by the window As I stood by yon roofless tower As it befell As it fell upon a day Ask ye me why I send you here? A slumber did my spirit seal As Memnon's marble harp, renowned of old As ships becalmed at eve As unto blowing roses summer dews As vonce I valked by a dismal svamp A sweet, attractive kind of grace. A sweet disorder in the dress At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay BRYANT WORDSWORTH R. BARNEFIELD. WORDSWORTH AKENSIDE A. H. CLOUGH WORDSWORTH 326 158 274 SCOTT 122 270 25 G. B. BARTLETT 505 219 17 35 32 471 99 82 Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints whose bones MILTON TENNYSON 195 72 129 Away, ye gay landscapes BYRON. 26 A weary lot is thine, fair maid |