I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining, I saw the long line of the vacant shore, 1 saw two clouds at morning, I saw two maids at the kirk, I say, whatever you maintain, I see the ancient master pale and worn, I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau, I shall not see thee. Dare I say, I sit on the lonely headland, Is it not possible that all the love, I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he Is there, for honest poverty, Is this a fast - to keep I stopped to read the milestone here, It is not that my lot is low, It is the good of dreams- so soon they go It is the Soul that sees; the outward eyes, It must be so-Plato, thou reason'st well! It's very hard! - and so it is, It's we two, it's we two, it's we two for aye, It was a blithesome young jongleur, It was an old, distorted face, It was a summer evening, It was many and many a year ago, It was not in the winter, It was not meant, It was the winter wild, I've drunk good wine, I've heard the lilting at our ewe-milking, I've regretted most sincerely, I've wandered east, I've wandered west, Stoddard, M. Prior, Tennyson, H. W. Longfellow,. 343 540 774 327 716 575 364 579 167 514 4 238 Coolbrith, 153 Hood, 736 Ingelow, 307 J. T. Fields, 225 Whitney, 637 R. Southey, 520 Life's mystery, — deep, restless as the ocean, Life will be gone ere I have lived; Light after darkness, Like a lady's ringlets brown,. Like morning blooms that meet the sun, Like to the clear in highest sphere, Listed into the cause of sin, Little inmate, full of mirth, Lo, from the city's heat and dust,. Lo! here a little volume, but large book, Long waited for, the lingering sun arose ; Look, when a painter would surpass the life, Lord, living here are we— Lord, many times I am aweary quite, Lord, what a change within us one short hour,. Lord, when I quit this earthly stage, Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, Lo! that small office! there th' incautious guest, Love, dearest lady, such as I would speak, Love is too great a happiness, Love me if I live! . Lovely, lasting peace of mind! Love that hath us in the net, Martial, the things that do attain, Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; Month which the warring ancients strangely styled,. Mortality, behold and fear, Most perfect attribute of love, that knows, Mother, in the sunset glow, Mother of tortures! persecuting Zeal, Much have I travelled in the realms of gold, Muster thy wit, and talk of whatsoever, My daughter! with thy name this song begun, My fairest child, I have no song to give you, My friendly fire, thou blazest clear and bright,. My grief or mirth,. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains, My liege, your anger can recall your trust, My life is like the summer rose, My little child, so sweet a voice might wake, My little maiden of four years o.d My mind to me a kingdom 18, Mynheer, blease helb a boor oldt man, My pictures blacken in their frames, Myself I force some narrowest passage through, My sister my sweet sister! if a name, My soul, there is a country, . My soul to-day, Dobell, 189 Mysterious Night! when our first parents knew, My wind has turned to bitter north. My window that looks down the west, Nae star was glintin' out aboon, Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring, Nay, soul, though near to dying, do not this! Nay, thank me not again for those, Near a small village in the West, Nearer, my God, to thee, Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, New being is from being ceased; No blank, no trifle, Nature made, or meant, No coward soul is mine, No; I shall pass into the Morning Land, No man e'er found a happy life by chance; No song of a soldier riding down, Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, . Not made by worth, nor marred by flaw, Now summer finds her perfect prime! Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Now the third and fatal conflict for the Persian throne, O bairn, when I am dead, O beautiful new life within my bosom, O blithe new-comer! I have heard, October turned my maple leaves to gold; O dark mysterious stream, I sit by thee, O'er wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule, O faint, delicious spring-time violet, O fair midspring, besung so oft and oft, Of all the attributes whose starry rays,. Of all the mysteries wherethrough we move, Of all the thoughts of God that are, Of all the woo.iland flowers of earlier spring, Of Nelson and the North, Of other men I know no jealousy, Often the painful present is comforted, Oft may the spirits of the dead descend, Oft see we in the garish round of day, O gentle, gentle summer rain, O gift of God! O perfect day; O grandly flowing River! O God! if this indeed be all, O God! whose thoughts are brightest light, O God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Oh! a dainty plant is the Ivy green, O happiest lie, whose riper years retain, O happy glow, O sun-bathed tree, Oh, beautiful green grass! Earth-covering fair Oh, deem not they are blest alone, Oh, ever skilled to wear the form we love, 327 620 324 386 464 Fay,. 222 Spofford, 531 Howe, 290 Oh, Life, I breathe thee in the breeze, Oh, long the weary vigils since you left me Oh, many are the poets that are sown, Oh, miserable comfort! Loss is loss, Oh! nature's noblest gift my gray goose-quill, Oh! not in strange portentous way, O hour of all hours, the most blessed upon earth, Oh! say can you see by the dawn's early light,. Oh, the earth and the air!. Oh, the green things growing, Oh! there are looks and tones that dart, Oh, the soul-haunting shadows, Oh! the world gives little of love or light, Oh, to be back in the cool summer shadow, Oh! watch you well by daylight, Oh! welcome, Oh, what shall I do, dear, Oh! when 'tis summer weather, "Oh, where hae ye been, my ain Johnnie?" Oh, who Cabul's sweet region may behold, Oh! who shall lightly say that Fame, Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud? O lassie ayont the hill! . Old friends and dear! it were ungentle rhyme, Old house, how desolate thy life! Old neighbor, for how many a year, O Liberty, thou goddess heavenly bright, O little feet! that such long years, O love, come back, across the weary way, O Love Divine, that stoopedst to share, O lovely Mary Donnelly, it's you I love the best! O loving God of Nature! "O Mary, go and call the cattle home, O may I join the choir invisible, O Memory! thou fond deceiver, O mystic, mighty flower whose frail white leaves, One adequate support, . Once, in the flight of ages past, . Once, looking from a window on a land, Once on a time the days of the week, Once on my mother's breast, a child, I crept, Once upon a midnight dreary, One by one the sands are flowing, One more unfortunate, . One reads to me Macaulay's "Lays,' One summer day, when birds flew high, M. M. Dodge, 192 One sweetly solemn thought,. P. Cary, 123 One word is too often profaned, Shelley 490 On Linden, when the sun was low, Only a little child,. Hageman, 247 531 360 653 746 292 On the Righi Kulm we stood, On the Sabbath-day, . Holland, 275 O reader! last thou ever stood to see, On thy fair bosom, silver lake! On what foundations stands the warrior's pride, Open the gates of the Temple; O pilgrim, comes the night so fast? O popular applause! what heart of man, O Science, whose footsteps wander, Percival, 413 |