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INDEX OF WRITERS.

Allingham, William, p. 262.

Anonymous, pp. 59 (Ancient Songs), 233 (Lyra Innocentiam), 315;

156, 201, 212 (Female Friend of Wordsworth).

Beattie, James, p. 62.

Bright, J. H. p. 255.

Burns, Robert, pp. 50, 51, 52, 53, 55, 56, 58.

Campbell, Thomas, pp. 82, 84, 86, 88, 90, 92, 93.

Cibber, Colley, p. 36.

Coleridge, Hartley, p. 64.

Cowper, William, pp. 3, 5, 7, 9, 10, 11, 12, 15, 16, 19, 23.

Cunningham, Allan, p. 259.

Doane, G. W. p. 256.

Gifford, Lady, p. 229.

Goldsmith, Oliver, p. 26.

Goodrich, S. G. p. 248.

Gould, Hannah, pp. 240, 242, 244.

Heber, Reginald, p. 63.

Hemans, Felicia, pp. 135, 137, 138, 140, 142, 144, 145, 147, 149.

Hervey, James, p. 133.

Hood, Thomas, p. 264.

Houghton, Lord, p. 236.

Kingsley, Charles, pp. 226, 228.

Lindsay, Lady Anne, p. 47.

Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, pp. 95, 96, 98, 100, 101, 104, 107,

109, 111, 113, 115, 119, 121, 123, 124, 125, 127, 128.

Lover, Samuel, p. 258.

Mackay, Charles, pp. 150, 151, 153.

Mickle, William Julius, p. 260.

Monro, Edward, pp. 131, 232.

Monsell, John S. B. pp. 233, 235.

Moore, Thomas, pp. 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74.

Moultrie, John, p. 292.

Osgood, Frances, p. 237.

Parnell, Thomas, p. 37.
Peabody, William, p. 239.
Percival, J. G. pp. 245, 247.
Rogers, Samuel, pp. 75, 80.

Sigourney, L. H. pp. 251, 254.

Sprague, Charles, p. 249.

Tennyson, Alfred, pp. 265, 269, 274, 279, 280, 281, 283, 290, 291.
Thomson, James, p. 1.

Trench, Richard Chenevix, pp. 296, 307, 308, 309, 310, 312, 314.
Vaughan, Henry, p. 61.

Wolfe, Charles, p. 65.

Wordsworth, William, pp. 154, 155, 159, 162, 165, 166, 175, 193, 195, 203, 205, 206, 209, 213, 215, 216, 217, 220, 221, 223, 224.

Words from the Poets.

RULE BRITANNIA.

When Britain first at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,

This was the charter of her land,
And guardian angels sung the strain :

Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the waves !
Britons never shall be slaves.

The nations not so blest as thee,
Must in their turns to tyrants fall,
Whilst thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.

Still more majestic shalt thou rise,

More dreadful from each foreign stroke;

As the loud blast that tears the skies
Serves but to root thy native oak.

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