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 anything 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. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE A baby was sleeping, its mother was weeping A fair little girl sat under a tree A spirit haunts the year's last hours A wet sheet and a flowing sea. Alone I walked the ocean-strand An axe rang sharply mid those forest shades An oyster, cast upon the shore As slow our ship her foamy track At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears At the silence of twilight's contemplative hour Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf Behold her, single in the field. 221 How dear to me the hour when daylight dies How grand, oh sea, thou lonely sea. 73 131 I am a Pebble! and yield to none 240 I am monarch of all I survey I dreamt I lay where flowers were springing I have a son, a little son, a boy just five years I hear thee speak of the better land I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls I remember, I remember I stood on the bridge at midnight I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch I thought to pass away before, and yet alive I am I travelled among unknown men . If sorrow came not near us, and the lore If you're waking call me early, call me early, mother dear. In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp It is not the tear at this moment shed It was the schooner Hesperus . I've watched you now a short half-hour Life and thought have gone away 310 ΙΟΙ 121 274 215 314 269 123 67 115 216 280 63 My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here Oh that those lips had language! Life has passed One morning (raw it was and wet) On Linden, when the sun was low On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh 36 248 232 16 213 86 88 82 237 Peace be around thee, wherever thou rov'st PAGE 71 215 203 Should sorrow o'er thy brow Some murmur when their sky is clear 255 308 Somewhat back from the village street. Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain 104 155 26 98 142 The cock is crowing 223 The day is cold, and dark, and dreary 95 The days are cold, the nights are long. 212 The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink 195 The gloomy night is gathering fast 55 The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill 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 There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin Think'st thou the steed that restless roves 90 151 23 107 100 127 56 135 254 Tis the last rose of summer To the sound of evening bells. Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green Under a spreading chestnut-tree Up to the throne of God is borne. Up with me! up with me into the clouds We are all here We sat within the farm-house old We scatter seeds with careless hand We walked along, while bright and red Weep not for broad lands lost PAGE 68 307 75 96 154 165 315 249 128 233 217 312 140 256 What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells What is that, Mother?-The lark, my child What way does the wind come? What way does he go? When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame With what a glory comes and goes the year Ye Mariners of England You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear. 265 125 84 |