trembling ears; Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumor lies; But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed. O fountain Arethuse, and thou honored flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood; But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the herald of the sea That came in Neptune's plea; He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain? And questioned every gust of rugged winds That blows from off each beaked promontory; They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge, Like to that sanguine flower, inscribed with woe. Ah! who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge? Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean Lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain); He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learned aught else the least That to the faithful herdsman's art belongs! What recks it them? what need they? they are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swollen with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears. Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureat hearse where Lycid lies, For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away where'er thy bones are hurled, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world; Or whether thou to our moist vows denied, Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks towards Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward angel now, and melt with ruth! And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth! Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more! For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky; So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears forever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood. Thus sang the uncouth swain to th' oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals gray; He touched the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay. And now the sun had stretched out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay; At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue: To-morrow to fresh, woods and pastures new.
FROM "PEARLS OF THE FAITH."
He made life—and He takes it—but instead Gives more: praise the Restorer, Al-Mu'hid!
He who dies at Azan sends This to comfort faithful friends:—
Faithful friends! it lies, I know, Pale and white and cold as snow; And ye says, "Abdullah's dead!" Weeping at my feet and head. I can see your falling tears, I can hear your cries and prayers, Yet I smile and whisper this:— "I am not that thing you kiss; Cease your tears and let it lie: It was mine, it is not I."
Sweet friends! what the women lave For its last bed in the grave Is a tent which I am quitting, Is a garment no more fitting, Is a cage from which at last Like a hawk my soul hath passed. Love the inmate, not the room; The wearer, not the garb; the plume Of the falcon, not the bars Which kept him from the splendid stars. Loving friends! be wise, and dry Straightway every weeping eye: What ye lift upon the bier Is not worth a wistful tear. 'Tis an empty sea-shell, one Out of which the pearl is gone. The shell is broken, it lies there; The pearl, the all, the soul, is here. 'Tis an earthen jar whose lid Allah sealed, the while it hid That treasure of His treasury, A mind which loved him: let it lie! Let the shard be earth's once more, Since the gold shines in His store!
Allah Mu'hid, Allah most good! Now thy grace is understood: Now my heart no longer wonders What Al-Barsakh is, which sunders Life from death, and death from heaven: Nor the "Paradises Seven" Which the happy dead inherit; Nor those "birds" which bear each spirit Toward the Throne, "green birds and white," Radiant, glorious, swift their flight! Now the long, long darkness ends. Yet ye wail, my foolish friends, While the man whom ye call "dead" In unbroken bliss instead Lives, and loves you: lost, 'tis true By any light which shines for you; But in light ye cannot see Of unfulfilled felicity, And enlarging Paradise; Lives the life that never dies.
Farewell, friends! Yet not farewell; Where I am, ye too shall dwell. I am gone before your face A heart-beat's time, a gray ant's pace. When ye come where I have stepped, Ye will marvel why ye wept; Ye will know, by true love taught, That here is all, and there is naught. Weep awhile, if ye are fain,— Sunshine still must follow rain! Only not at death, for death— Now I see—is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, that is of all life center.
Know ye Allah's law is love, Viewed from Allah's Throne above; Be ye firm of trust, and come Faithful onward to your home! "La Allah ilia Allah! Yea, Mu'hid! Restorer! Sovereign!" say!
He who died at Asan gave This to those that made his grave.
SIR EDWIN ARNOLD.
 The hour of prayer; esteemed a blessed time to die.
IT IS NOT DEATH TO DIE.
It is not death to die, To leave this weary road, And, midst the brotherhood on high, To be at home with God.
It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, And wake in glorious repose, To spend eternal years.
It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us free From dungeon-chain, to breathe the air Of boundless liberty.
It is not death to fling Aside this sinful dust, And rise on strong, exulting wing, To live among the just.
Jesus, thou Prince of Life, Thy chosen cannot die! Like Thee they conquer in the strife, To reign with Thee on high.
GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE.
THERE IS NO DEATH.
There is no death! the stars go down To rise upon some other shore, And bright in heaven's jewelled crown They shine forever more.
There is no death! the forest leaves Convert to life the viewless air; The rocks disorganize to feed The hungry moss they bear.
There is no death! the dust we tread Shall change, beneath the summer showers, To golden grain, or mellow fruit, Or rainbow-tinted flowers.
There is no death! the leaves may fall. The flowers may fade and pass away— They only wait, through wintry hours, The warm sweet breath of May.
There is no death! the choicest gifts That heaven hath kindly lent to earth Are ever first to seek again The country of their birth.
And all things that for growth of joy Are worthy of our love or care, Whose loss has left us desolate, Are safely garnered there.
Though life become a dreary waste, We know its fairest, sweetest flowers, Transplanted into paradise, Adorn immortal bowers.
The voice of bird-like melody That we have missed and mourned so long Now mingles with the angel choir In everlasting song.
There is no death! although we grieve When beautiful, familiar forms That we have learned to love are torn From our embracing arms;
Although with bowed and breaking heart, With sable garb and silent tread, We bear their senseless dust to rest, And say that they are "dead."
They are not dead! they have but passed Beyond the mists that blind us here Into the new and larger life Of that serener sphere.
They have but dropped their robe of clay To put their shining raiment on; They have not wandered far away— They are not "lost" or "gone."
Though disenthralled and glorified, They still are here and love us yet; The dear ones they have left behind They never can forget.
And sometimes, when our hearts grow faint Amid temptations fierce and deep, Or when the wildly raging waves Of grief or passion sweep,
We feel upon our fevered brow Their gentle touch, their breath of balm; Their arms enfold us, and our hearts Grow comforted and calm.
And ever near us, though unseen, The dear, immortal spirits tread; For all the boundless universe Is life—there are no dead.
JAMES L. M'CREERY.
GOING AND COMING.
Going—the great round Sun, Dragging the captive Day Over behind the frowning hill, Over beyond the bay,— Dying: Coming—the dusky Night, Silently stealing in, Wrapping himself in the soft warm couch Where the golden-haired Day hath been Lying.
Going—the bright, blithe Spring; Blossoms! how fast ye fall, Shooting out of your starry sky Into the darkness all Blindly! Coming—the mellow days: Crimson and yellow leaves; Languishing purple and amber fruits Kissing the bearded sheaves Kindly!
Going—our early friends; Voices we loved are dumb; Footsteps grow dim in the morning dew; Fainter the echoes come Ringing: Coming to join our march,— Shoulder to shoulder pressed,— Gray-haired veterans strike their tents For the far-off purple West— Singing!
Going—this old, old life; Beautiful world, farewell! Forest and meadow! river and hill! Ring ye a loving knell O'er us! Coming—a nobler life; Coming—a better land; Coming—a long, long, nightless day; Coming—the grand, grand Chorus!
EDWARD A. JENKS.
Laughing, the blind boys Run 'round their college lawn, Playing such games of buff Over its dappled grass!
See the blind frolicsome Girls in blue pinafores, Turning their skipping ropes!
How full and rich a world Theirs to inhabit is! Sweet scent of grass and bloom, Playmates' glad symphony. Cool touch of western wind, Sunshine's divine caress. How should they know or feel They are in darkness?
But—O the miracle! If a Redeemer came, Laid fingers on their eyes— One touch—and what a world New born in loveliness!
Spaces of green and sky, Hulls of white cloud adrift, Ivy-grown college walls, Shining loved faces!
What a dark world—who knows? Ours to inhabit is! One touch, and what a strange Glory might burst on us! What a hid universe!
Do we sport carelessly, Blindly, upon the verge Of an Apocalypse?
THE DEATH OF DEATH.
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fooled by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more. So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And, Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
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INDEX: TITLES AND AUTHORS
For occupation, nativity, etc., of Authors, and the American publishers of the American poetical works, see General Index of Authors, Volume X.
AESCHYLUS. PAGE. Wail of Prometheus Bound, The (Mrs. Browning's Translation) 156
AGATHIAS. Time's Revenge (Bland's Translation) 72
ALDRICH, JAMES. Death-Bed, A 306
ALGER, WILLIAM ROUNSEVILLE. Parting Lovers, The (From the Chinese) 104
ALLINGHAM, WILLIAM. Dirty Old Man, The 55
ARNOLD, SIR EDWIN. After Death in Arabia. 452 Secret of Death, The 434
ARNOLD, MATTHEW. Requiescat 307
AUSTIN, ALFRED. Agatha 13
AUSTIN, SARAH TAYLOR. Passage, the (German of Uhland) 342
AYTON OR AYTOUN, SIR ROBERT. Woman's Inconstancy 71
BACON, FRANCIS, BARON VERULAM. World, The 151
BAILEY, PHILIP JAMES. Death in Youth (Festus) 428
BALLANTINE, JAMES. "Ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew" 241
BARBAULD, ANNA LAETITIA. Life 400
BARNARD, LADY ANNE. Auld Robin Gray 32
BARR, AMELIA EDITH. Bottom Drawer, The 405
BEAUMONT, FRANCIS. On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey 269
BENJAMIN, PARK. Old Sexton, The 282
BENNETT, LUCY A. "Asleep! asleep!" 396
BERANGER, PIERRE-JEAN DE. Old Vagabond, The (Translation) 188
BETHUNE, GEORGE WASHINGTON. "It is not death to die" 455
BJOeRNSON, BJOeRSTJERNE. Princess, The (Dole's Translation) 9
BLACKIE, JOHN STUART. Emigrant Lassie, The 280
BLAMIRE, SUSANNA. "What ails this heart o' mine" 139
BLAND, ROBERT. Time's Revenge (Greek of Agathias) 72
BLOOD, HENRY AMES. Song of Savoyards 248
BODENSTEDT, FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON. Unchanging (Translation) 242
BONAR, HORATIUS. "Beyond the smiling and the weeping"
BRENAN, JOSEPH. "Come to me, dearest" 144
BRIDGES, ROBERT (Droch). Unillumined Verge, The 308
BONAR, HORATIUS. "Beyond the smiling and the weeping" 378
BROOKS, MARIA GOWEN (Maria del Occidente). Song of Egla 138
BROWN, JOSEPH BROWNLEE. Thalatta! Thalatta! 388
BROWNING, ELIZABETH BARRETT. Comfort 433 De Profundis 421 Hopeless Grief 217 Mother and Poet 323 Sleep, The 389 Tears 429 Wail of Prometheus Bound, The (Greek of AEschylus) 156
BROWNING, ROBERT. Evelyn Hope 310 Prospice 391
BRYANT, WILLIAM CULLEN. Blessed are They that Mourn 420 Conqueror's Grave, The 442 Thanatopsis 264
BURDETTE, ROBERT JONES. "When my ship comes in" 245
BURNS, ROBERT. "Ae fond kiss, and then we sever" 98 Banks o' Doon, The 12 Highland Mary 329 "I love my Jean" 126 Mary in Heaven, To 339 "O my Luve's like a red, red rose" 99 "O, saw ye bonnie Leslie" 130
BURROUGHS, JOHN. Waiting 238
BYRON, GEORGE NOEL GORDON, LORD. "Adieu, adieu, my native shore" 108 Dream, The 73 Farewell to his Wife 109 Latest Verses 169 "Maid of Athens, ere we part" 100 Picture of Death, A (The Giaour) 261
CAMOENS, LUIS DE. Blighted Love (Strongford's Translation) 81
CARLETON, WILL. "Over the hill to the poor-house" 175
CARY, HENRY FRANCIS. "The fairest thing in mortal eyes" (French of Duke of Orleans) 356
CHADWICK, JOHN WHITE. Two Waitings, The 409
CHANNING, WILLIAM ELLERY. Sleepy Hollow 277
CHATEAUBRIAND, FRANCOIS AUGUSTE, VICOMTE DE. Jeune Fille et Jeune Fleur (Translation) 305
CHATTERTON, THOMAS. Minstrel's Song 340
CLOUGH, ARTHUR HUGH. Despondency Rebuked 235 Qua Cursum Ventus 107
COLERIDGE, SAMUEL TAYLOR. Good, Great Man, The 244
COSTELLO, LOUISE STUART. On the Death of Francis I. (_French of Marguerite_) 338 Sonnet (_French of Labe) 237 To Diane de Poitiers (_French of Marat_) 69
COWPER, WILLIAM. Present Good, The (The Task) 150
CRABBE, GEORGE. Approach of Age, The (Tales of the Hall) 163
CRAIK, DINAH MARIA MULOCK. Now and Afterwards 268 Only a Woman 86 Too Late 335
CRANCH, CHRISTOPHER PEARSE. Compensation 229
CRAWFORD, JULIA (or LOUISA MACARTNEY). Kathleen Mavourneen 112 "We parted in silence" 113
DELAND, MARGARETTA WADE. Love and Death 394
DE VERE, AUBREY THOMAS. "Sad is our youth, for it is ever going" 225
DE VERE, MARY AINGE (Madeline Bridges). Spinner, The 70
DOBELL, SYDNEY THOMPSON. Home, Wounded 58
DOBSON, AUSTIN. Sun-Dial, The 15
DODGE, MARY ELIZABETH MAPES. Two Mysteries, The (Along the Way) 262
DOLE, NATHAN HASKELL. Princess, The (Norwegian of Bjornson) 9
DORR, JULIA CAROLINE RIPLEY. Hush! (After glow) 400
DRAYTON, MICHAEL. "Come, let us kisse and parte" 111
DUFFERIN, HELEN BELINDA SHERIDAN, LADY (afterwards LADY GIFFORD). Lament of the Irish Emigrant 343
EASTMAN, ELAINE GOODALE. Ashes of Roses 51
EDWARDS, AMELIA BLANDFORD. "Give me three grains of corn, mother" 197
FIELD, EUGENE. Jim's Kids 290
FITZGERALD, EDWARD. Anne Allen, On 303
FLEMING, PAUL. Myself, To (Winkworth's Translation) 218
FLETCHER, JOHN. "Hence, all ye vain delights" 160 "Take, O, take those lips away" (Bloody Brother) 71
FOSTER, STEPHEN COLLINS. My Old Kentucky Home 147 Old Folks at Home 148
GANNETT, WILLIAM CHANNING. Aunt Phillis's Guest 239
GAY, JOHN. Black-Eyed Susan 102
GLADDEN, WASHINGTON. Awakening 375
GLUCK, —— To Death (Translation) 395
GRAY, THOMAS. Elegy written in a Country Churchyard 270
HARDINGE, WILLIAM M. Grave of Sophocles (Greek of Simmias) 200
HAWTREY, E.C. Hector to his Wife (Greek of Homer) 122
HAY, JOHN. Woman's Love, A 52
HAYNE, PAUL HAMILTON. In Harbor 398
HEBER, REGINALD. "Thou art gone to the grave" 445
HEINE, HEINRICH. Palm and the Pine, The (Houghton's Translation) 40
HEMANS. FELICIA DOROTHEA BROWNE. Hour of Death, The 259
HENLEY, WILLIAM ERNEST. Invictus 221
HERBERT, GEORGE. Flower, The 219 Virtue Immortal 254
HOBART, MRS. CHARLES. Changed Cross, The 231
HOLMES, OLIVER WENDELL. Last Leaf, The 185 Voiceless, The 172
HOMER. Hector to his Wife (Hawtrey's Translation) 122 Parting of Hector and Andromache (Pope's Translation) 118
HOOD, THOMAS. Bridge of Sighs, The 208 Death-Bed, The 300 "Farewell, Life" 384 Song of the Shirt, The 199 "What can an old man do but die" 174
HOUGHTON, RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES, LORD. London Churches 207 Palm and the Pine, The (German of Heine) 40
HOWLAND, MARY WOOLSEY. Rest 397
HOYT, RALPH. Old 180
HUDSON, MARY CLEMMER AMES. Something Beyond 234
INGELOW, JEAN. Divided 64
JACKSON, HELEN FISKE HUNT (H.H.). Habeas Corpus 382
JACKSON, HENRY R. My Wife and Child 226
JENKS, EDWARD A. Going and Coming 458
KEATS, JOHN. Nightingale, Ode to a 166
KEMBLE, FRANCES ANNE. Absence 133 Faith 95
KENNEDY, CRAMMOND. Greenwood Cemetery 279
KEPPEL, LADY CAROLINE. Robin Adair 134
KING, HENRY. Sic Vita 253
KINGSLEY, CHARLES. Rough Rhyme on a Rough Matter, A 191
KNOX, WILLIAM. Mortality 256
LABE, LOUISE. Sonnet (Costello's Translation) 237
LAMB, CHARLES. Old Familiar Faces, The 143
LANDON, LETITIA ELIZABETH (later MRS. MACLEAN). Female Convict, The 215
LANDOR, WALTER SAVAGE. Farewell 394 Man 151
LANG, ANDREW. Lament for Heliodore (Greek of Meleager) 337
LE GALLIENNE, RICHARD. Song (Robert Louis Stevenson an Elegy and other Poems) 417 What of the Darkness (English Poems) 360
LE ROUX, GUIRAUD. Fidelity in Doubt (Preston's Translation) 95
LINDSAY, BLANCHE ELIZABETH FITZROY, LADY. Sonnet 304
LOCKER-LAMPSON, FREDERICK. Widow's Mite, The 287
LOGAN, JOHN. "Thy braes were bonny" 314
LONGFELLOW, HENRY WADSWORTH. Death of Minnehaha, The (Song of Hiawatha) 319 Footsteps of Angels 438 God's Acre 276 Rainy Day, The 228 Reaper and the Flowers, The 417 Resignation 430
LOVELACE, COLONEL RICHARD. Lucasta, To 123 Lucasta, on Going to the Wars, To 97
LOWELL, JAMES RUSSELL. Auf Wiedersehen 114 First Snow-Fall, The 283 Palinode 115
LOWELL, MARIA WHITE. Morning-Glory, The 285
LYTLE, WILLIAM HAINES. Antony and Cleopatra 380
LYTTON, EDWARD ROBERT BULWER, EARL OF (Owen Meredith). Portrait, The 82
MCCLEERY, J.L. "There is no death" 456
MACMANUS, ANNA JOHNSTON (MRS. SEUMAS) (Ethna Carbery). Thinkin' Long 141
MARGUERITE DE VALOIS. On the Death of Francis I. (Costello's Translation) 338
MAROT, CLEMENT. To Diane de Poitiers (Costello's Translation) 69
MARSTON, PHILIP BOURKE. After Summer 336
MELEAGER. Lament for Heliodore (Lang's Translation) 337
MICKLE, WILLIAM JULIUS. Cumnor Hall 41
MILTON, JOHN. Lycidas 446 Samson on his Blindness (Samson Agonistes) 158 Sonnet: To Cyriack Skinner 220
MITCHELL, SILAS WEIR. Quaker Graveyard, The 278
MOIR, DAVID MACBETH. Rustic Lad's Lament in the Town, The 131
MOORE, THOMAS. "Alas, how light a cause" (The Light of the Harem) 80 "As slow our ship" 106 "Farewell!—but whenever" 116 "Farewell to thee, Araby's daughter" (Fire Worshippers) 316 Linda to Hafed (Fire Worshippers) 6
MOSS, THOMAS. Beggar, The 189
MOTHERWELL, WILLIAM. Jeanie Morrison 127 "My heid is like to rend, Willie" 49
MUHLENBERG, WILLIAM AUGUSTUS. "I would not live alway" 392
MUNBY, ARTHUR JOSEPH. Apres 355
NAIRNE, CAROLINA OLIPHANT, LADY. Land o' the Leal, The 379
NEELE, HENRY. "Moan, moan, ye dying gales" 152
NOEL, THOMAS. Pauper's Drive, The 202
NORTON, CAROLINE E.S. SHERIDAN (LADY STIRLING MAXWELL). King of Denmark's Ride, The 340 "Love not" 8
O'BRIEN, WILLIAM SMITH. Never Despair 246
ORLEANS, CHARLES, DUKE OF. "The fairest thing in mortal eyes" (Cary's Trans.) 356
O'SHAUGHNESSY, ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR. "Has summer come without the rose?" 54
PALMER, JOHN WILLIAMSON. For Charlie's Sake 411
PATMORE, COVENTRY [KEARSEY DEIGHTON]. Parting 96
PIATT, SARAH MORGAN BRYAN. Term of Death, The 261
PIERPONT, JOHN. My Child 415
POE, EDGAR ALLAN. Annabel Lee 312 For Annie 385
POLLEN, JOHN. Last Leaf, The (Russian of Poushkin) 187
POPE, ALEXANDER. Parting of Hector and Andromache (Greek of Homer) 118
POUSHKIN, ALEKSANDER SERGYEVICH. Last Leaf, The (Pollen's Translation) 187
PRESTON, ANNIE A. "The green grass under the snow" 442
PRESTON, HARRIET WATERS. Fidelity in Doubt (French of Le Roux) 95
PRIEST, NANCY AMELIA WOODBURY. Over the River 406
PRINGLE, THOMAS. Afar in the Desert 222
PROCTER, ADELAIDE ANNE. Doubting Heart, A 171
PROCTER, BRYAN WALLER (Barry Cornwall). Life 251 "Softly woo away her breath" 318
QUARLES, FRANCIS. Vanity of the World, The 153
RAMSAY, ALLAN. Lochaber no More 105
RAYMOND, ROSSITER WORTHINGTON. "Blessed are They" 425 Christus Consolator 432
RITTER, MARY LOUISE. Perished 169
ROGERS, ROBERT CAMERON. Shadow Rose, The 53
ROSETTI, DANTE GABRIEL. Nevermore, The 82
SANGSTER, MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON. "Are the children at home?" 288
SCOTT, FREDERICK GEORGE. Van Elsen 361
SCOTT, SIR WALTER. Coronach (Lady of the Lake) 309 Song 31 Song of the Young Highlander 101
SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM. "Blow, blow, thou winter wind" (As You Like It) 155 Course of True Love, The (Midsummer Night's Dream) 3 Death of Death 460 Fall of Cardinal Wolsey, The (Henry VIII.) 161 "Farewell! thou art too dear" 112 "Fear no more the heat o' the sun" (Gymbeline) 328 Grief (Hamlet) 348 Love's Memory (All's Well that ends Well) 140 Soliloquy on Death (Hamlet) 252 "Take, O, take those lips away" 71 Unrequited Love (Twelfth Night) 9
SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE. Lament, A 173 "The sun is warm, the sky is clear" 164
SHIRLEY, JAMES. Death the Leveler 253
SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP. "With how sad steps" (Astrophel and Stella) 13
SILL, EDWARD ROWLAND. Morning Thought, A 267
SILLERY, CHARLES DOYNE. "She died in beauty" 319
SIMMIAS. Grave of Sophocles, The (Hardinge's Translation) 269
SMITH, BELLE E. "If I should die to-night" 374
SOUTHWELL, ROBERT. "Times go by turns" 228
SPOFFORD, HARRIET ELIZABETH PRESCOTT. Nun and Harp, The 93
STEVENSON, ROBERT LOUIS BALFOUR. In Memoriam F.A.S. 428
STOWE, HARRIET BEECHER. Lines to the Memory of "Annie" 426 "Only a year" 418
STRANGFORD, LORD. Blighted Love (Portuguese of Camoens) 81
STURM. JULIUS. I Hold Still (Translation) 243
SYMONS, ARTHUR. Portrait, To a 34
TENNYSON, ALFRED, LORD. "Break, break, break" 358 "Home they brought her warrior dead" (Princess) 345 Lady Clare Vere de Vere 4 Locksley Hall 17 May Queen, The 292 "Oh that 'twere possible" (Maud) 331 Selections from "In Memoriam" 340 "Tears, idle tears" 142
THOMPSON, FRANCIS. Daisy 130
TICHEBORNE, CHEDIOCK. Lines written in the Tower 159
TIMROD, HENRY. At Magnolia Cemetery 279
TROWBRIDGE, JOHN TOWNSEND. Dorothy in the Garret 89
UHLAND, LUDWIG. Passage, The (Austin's Translation) 342
ULRICH, ANTON, DUKE OF BRUNSWICK. God's Sure Help in Sorrow (Winkworth's Translation) 236
VAUGHAN, HENRY. "Happy are the dead" 439 "They are all gone" 403
WASTELL, SIMON. Man's Mortality 255
WATSON, JOHN WHITTAKER. Beautiful Snow 205
WHITMAN, WALT. "When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed" 362
WHITTIER, JOHN GREENLEAF. Absent Sailor, To her (The Tent on the Beach) 124 Angel of Patience, The 402 Maud Muller 35
WILLIS, NATHANIEL PARKER. Unseen Spirits 204
WINKWORTH, CATHARINE. God's Sure Help in Sorrow (German of Ulrich) 236 Myself, To (German of Flemming) 218
ZANGWILL, ISRAEL. Blind 461
ANONYMOUS. Absence 141 Fair Helen 330 Good Bye 97 Grief for the Dead 408 Guilty or Not Guilty 212 Lady Ann Bothwell's Lament 47 Lavender 355 Parting Lovers, The 104 Peace 437 Saddest Fate, The 247 "They are dear fish to me" 195 "Waly, waly" 45 Watching for Papa 414 Wife to her Husband, The 146