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which appear to be, either in idea or language, beyond the capacity of one who has gone through the classes of a wellinstructed National School: nor has any. thing been rejected merely because it might be judged, in point of refinement or beauty, to rise above the common level of persons so educated.

If the effect of this publication be but to introduce one purer thought or one higher aspiration into a home weary with toil or dark with care, the object of the compiler will have been answered, and the kindness of those authors and publishers who have consented to this use of their works will have been as well rewarded as it is hereby gratefully acknowledged.

C. M. V.

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A baby was sleeping, its mother was weeping ...... 253
A fair little girl sat under a tree ........... 236
A little cottage ................. 296
A month, sweet Little ones, is past . . · · · · · · ·
A nightingale, that all day long....
A simple child . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
A spirit haunts the year's last hours. · · · ·

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A wet sheet and a flowing sea . . . .

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Alone I walked the ocean-strand .......
An axe rang sharply mid those forest shades. ...... 251
An oyster, cast upon the shore
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As slow our ship her foamy track .. ........ 73
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears ..205
At the silence of twilight's contemplative hour ......
Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf ......... 224
Behold her, single in the field. ········

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Behold the western evening light. ....... • 239
Break, break, break ··· · · · · · · · · ·

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But are ye sure the news is true?. . . . . . . . . 260
But who the melodies of morn can tell . .

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By their floating mill . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Child, amidst the flowers at play. .....

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Christian life's no bank of roses . . . .

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Come to the land of peace ..............
Faintly as tolls the evening chime .......... 72
Faintly flow, thou falling river ........... 247
Fare thee well! the ship is ready . . . . . . . . . 242
Farewell to the woodlands, farewell to the bowers . . . . . 150
Far in a wild, unknown to public view . ..

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Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea ..........

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Full knee-deep lies the winter snow. . . . . . . . . .
Good-bye, good-bye to summer . . . .

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He walked with God, in holy joy ...

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How dear to me the hour when daylight dies .......
How grand, oh sea, thou lonely sea . ......... 131
I am a Pebble ! and yield to none . . . . . . . . . . 240

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I am monarch of all I survey. . . . . . . . . . . . 12
I dreamt I lay where flowers were springing....... 50
I fell into grief, and began to complain . : ..

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I have a son, a little son, a boy just five years old . . . . . 292
I hear the speak of the better land . . . . . . . . . . 149
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls .....

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I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary · · · · · · · · · · · · 229
I remember, I remember . . . . . . . .

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I say to thee, do thou repeat ... · · · · · · · · · 310
I stood on the bridge at midnight

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I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch ..... 121
I thought to pass away before, and yet alive I am .... 274
I travelled among unknown men . . . . . . . . . . .
If sorrow came not near us, and the lore . . . . . . . . 314
If you're waking call me early, call me early, mother dear. . 269
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp . . . . . . . . . .
It is not the tear at this moment shed . . . . . . . . .
It was the schooner Hesperus . . . . . . · · · · · · 115
I've watched you now a short half-hour ....

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Life and thought have gone away . . . . .
Lo, the lilies of the field. . . . . . . . . .

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Mine be a cot beside a hill .......
Morn on the waters and purple and bright ..

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Musing on the roaring ocean · · · · · · · · ·
My father was a good and pious man ...

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My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here..

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My mind to me a kingdom is . . . . . . . . . .
My soul, there is a country . . . . . . . . . .
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note. .....
Now the growing year is over. · · · · · · · · ·
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray . . . . . . . . . . . 159
Oft in the stilly night i... · · · · ·

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O, call my brother back to me. :...

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O it is a weary life: :. i:...

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O leave this barren spot to me. .....

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O, Mary, go and call the cattle home .... . . . . . 226
O say what is that thing called Light ...... . . 36
O, tell me, pretty river .............
Oh, shattered idols, framed of fragile glass .....
Oh that those lips had language ! Life has passed ...

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One morning (raw it was and wet) . · · ·
On Linden, when the sun was low . . . . . . . . .
On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh ..
Our bugles sang truce-for the night cloud had lowered ....
Pause not to dream of the future before us . . . . . . . 237

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Peace be around thee, wherever thou rov'st ..
She dwelt among the untrodden ways . . . . . . . . 215
She was a phantom of delight. . . . .

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Should sorrow o'er thy brow .

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Some murmur when their sky is clear . . . . . .
Somewhat back from the village street. ..

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Stay near me-do not take thy flight ..
Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain
Tell me not, in mournful numbers · · · ·
The boy stood on the burning deck. ....

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The cock is crowing · · · · · · · · · ·

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The day is cold, and dark, and dreary . .

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The days are cold, the nights are long..

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The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink ..
The gloomy night is gathering fast.

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The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill . . . . . 51
The noon was shady, and soft airs . . . . . . . . .
The old house by the lindens ........... 109
The pine-apples in triple row......
The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade ......
The post-boy drove with fierce career . . . . . . . .
The rose had been washed, just washed in a shower ...
The sailor sighs as sinks his native shore . . .
The shades of night were falling fast........
The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing ...

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The stately homes of England ..........
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin. .

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There dwelt a miller hale and bold .....

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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds. ...

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There is no flock, however watched and tended.. . . 107
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death ...

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The twilight is sad and cloudy. . . . . . . . . . · 127
The wintry west extends his blast . . .

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They grew in beauty, side by side ....

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Think'st thou the steed that restless roves

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This is the place. Stand still, my steed.
Those evening bells ! those evening bells.

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Thou cam'st not to thy place by accident. ..

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Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray ....

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Thou inevitable day . . . . . . . . . . .

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Three fishers went sailing out into the West. .

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Time was when I was free as air. . . . . . . . . .
'Tis eight o'clock, a clear March night.
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb ..
'Tis sweet to hear the merry lark. ..........

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Tis the last rose of summer . . . . . . . . . . . 68
To the sound of evening bells . . . . . . . . . . . 307
Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green . . . . . . 75
Under a spreading chestnut-tree . . · · · · · · · · ·
Up to the throne of God is borne..
Up with me! up with me into the clouds..

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Voyager on life's troubled sea ............
We are all here ................
We sat within the farm-house old ....
We scatter seeds with careless hand . .
We walked along, while bright and red ...

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Weep not for broad lands lost . . . . . . . . .
What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells . . . . 140
What is that, Mother ? -The lark, my child . ...... 256
What way does the wind come? What way does he go? . . 201
“What, you are stepping westward?“ Yea" .....
When Britain first at Heaven's command . · · · · · .
Where art thou, my beloved son . . . . . . . . . .
When the hours of Day are numbered . ........
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame...
With Farmer Allan at the farm abode . · · · · · · · · 283
With what a glory comes and goes the year ......125
Ye Mariners of England . . . . . . . . . . . . . 84
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear. 265

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