CHILLIANWALLAH,

Chillianwallah, Chillianwallah!

THE DOE: A FRAGMENT,

And—‘Yonder look! yoho! yoho!

BEAUTY ROHTRAUT,

What is the name of King Ringang’s daughter?

THE OLIVE BRANCH,

A dove flew with an Olive Branch;

SONG,

Love within the lover’s breast

THE WILD ROSE AND THE SNOWDROP,

The Snowdrop is the prophet of the flowers;

THE DEATH OF WINTER,

When April with her wild blue eye

SONG,

The moon is alone in the sky

JOHN LACKLAND,

A wicked man is bad enough on earth;

THE SLEEPING CITY,

A Princess in the eastern tale

THE POETRY OF CHAUCER,

Grey with all honours of age! but fresh-featured and ruddy

THE POETRY OF SPENSER,

Lakes where the sunsheen is mystic with splendour and softness;

THE POETRY OF SHAKESPEARE,

Picture some Isle smiling green ’mid the white-foaming ocean;—

THE POETRY OF MILTON,

Like to some deep-chested organ whose grand inspiration,

THE POETRY OF SOUTHEY,

Keen as an eagle whose flight towards the dim empyrÉan

THE POETRY OF COLERIDGE,

A brook glancing under green leaves, self-delighting, exulting,

THE POETRY OF SHELLEY,

See’st thou a Skylark whose glistening winglets ascending

THE POETRY OF WORDSWORTH,

A breath of the mountains, fresh born in the regions majestic,

THE POETRY OF KEATS,

The song of a nightingale sent thro’ a slumbrous valley,

VIOLETS,

Violets, shy violets!

ANGELIC LOVE,

Angelic love that stoops with heavenly lips

TWILIGHT MUSIC,

Know you the low pervading breeze

REQUIEM,

Where faces are hueless, where eyelids are dewless,

THE FLOWER OF THE RUINS,

Take thy lute and sing

THE RAPE OF AURORA,

Never, O never,

SOUTH-WEST WIND IN THE WOODLAND,

The silence of preluded song—

WILL O’ THE WISP,

Follow me, follow me,

SONG,

Fair and false! No dawn will greet

SONG,

Two wedded lovers watched the rising moon,

SONG,

I cannot lose thee for a day,

DAPHNE,

Musing on the fate of Daphne,

LONDON BY LAMPLIGHT,

There stands a singer in the street,

SONG,

Under boughs of breathing May,

PASTORALS,

How sweet on sunny afternoons,

TO A SKYLARK,

O skylark! I see thee and call thee joy!

SONG—SPRING,

When buds of palm do burst and spread

SONG—AUTUMN,

When nuts behind the hazel-leaf

SORROWS AND JOYS,

Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise

SONG,

The Flower unfolds its dawning cup,

SONG,

Thou to me art such a spring

ANTIGONE,

The buried voice bespake Antigone.

‘SWATHED ROUND IN MIST AND CROWN’D WITH CLOUD,’

SONG,

No, no, the falling blossom is no sign

THE TWO BLACKBIRDS,

A Blackbird in a wicker cage,

JULY,

Blue July, bright July,

SONG,

I would I were the drop of rain

SONG,

Come to me in any shape!

THE SHIPWRECK OF IDOMENEUS,

Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night

THE LONGEST DAY,

On yonder hills soft twilight dwells

TO ROBIN REDBREAST,

Merrily ’mid the faded leaves,

SONG,

The daisy now is out upon the green;

SUNRISE,

The clouds are withdrawn

PICTURES OF THE RHINE,

The spirit of Romance dies not to those

TO A NIGHTINGALE,

O nightingale! how hast thou learnt

INVITATION TO THE COUNTRY,

Now ’tis Spring on wood and wold,

THE SWEET O’ THE YEAR,

Now the frog, all lean and weak,

AUTUMN EVEN-SONG,

The long cloud edged with streaming grey

THE SONG OF COURTESY,

When Sir Gawain was led to his bridal-bed,

THE THREE MAIDENS,

There were three maidens met on the highway;

OVER THE HILLS,

The old hound wags his shaggy tail,

JUGGLING JERRY,

Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes:

THE CROWN OF LOVE,

O might I load my arms with thee,

THE HEAD OF BRAN THE BLEST,

When the Head of Bran

THE MEETING,

The old coach-road through a common of furze,

THE BEGGAR’S SOLILOQUY,

Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer,

BY THE ROSANNA TO F. M.,

The old grey Alp has caught the cloud,

PHANTASY,

Within a Temple of the Toes,

THE OLD CHARTIST,

Whate’er I be, old England is my dam!

SONG,

Should thy love die;

TO ALEX. SMITH, THE ‘GLASGOW POET,’

Not vainly doth the earnest voice of man

GRANDFATHER BRIDGEMAN,

‘Heigh, boys!’ cried Grandfather Bridgeman, ‘it’s time before dinner to-day.’

THE PROMISE IN DISTURBANCE,

How low when angels fall their black descent,

MODERN LOVE,

THE PATRIOT ENGINEER,

‘Sirs! may I shake your hands?

CASSANDRA,

Captive on a foreign shore,

THE YOUNG USURPER,

On my darling’s bosom

MARGARET’S BRIDAL EVE,

The old grey mother she thrummed on her knee:

MARIAN,

She can be as wise as we,

BY MORNING TWILIGHT,

Night, like a dying mother,

UNKNOWN FAIR FACES,

Though I am faithful to my loves lived through,

SHEMSELNIHAR,

O my lover! the night like a broad smooth wave

A ROAR THROUGH THE TALL TWIN ELM-TREES,

A roar thro’ the tall twin elm-trees

WHEN I WOULD IMAGE,

When I would image her features,

THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE,

Thy greatest knew thee, Mother Earth; unsoured

CONTINUED,

How smiles he at a generation ranked

ODE TO THE SPIRIT OF EARTH IN AUTUMN,

Fair Mother Earth lay on her back last night,

MARTIN’S PUZZLE,

There she goes up the street with her book in her hand,