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Oh, when I 'm safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am stretched beneath the pines,
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
At the sophist schools, and the learned clan;
For what are they all in their high conceit,
Where man in the bush with God may meet?

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

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Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) ... 277

A casement high and triple-arched there was ... ... ... ... 280

A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun 356

A gentle knight was pricking on the plain 11

A good man ther was of religioun ... ... ... ... ... 4

A grim old king ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 372

Across the sea, along the shore 342

'Adieu,' Vinoso cries, ere yet he sips ... ... ... ... ... 158

Ah, broken is the golden bowl, the spirit flown for ever 395

Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh J49

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight... ... ... ... ... 286

Alas! they had been friends in youth ... ... ... ... ... 224

All eyes were on Enceladus's face 283

All hail! my own inspired Bard ... ... ... ... ... 171

All thoughts, all passions, all delights 2^5

And is there care in heaven? ... ... ... ..." ... ... 14

Are you ready for your steeple-chase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree? ... 345

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? ... ... ... 97

As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay ... ... ... ... ... 341

A thousand fantasies 60

At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still 182

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints ... ... ... ... 62

A wet sheet and a flowing sea 352

Beside the ungathered rice he lay 391

Between the dark and the daylight 389

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy 63

Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen 251

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ... ... ... ... 351

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride

But horrors, portioned to a giant nerve

But, where to find that happiest spot below ...

Calm on the bosom of thy God

Can I forget the dismal night, that gave

Chief isle of the embowered Cyclades

Come back, come back, behold with straining mast
Come home, come home, and where is home for me
Come live with me, and be my love
Come Sleep I O Sleep, that certain knot of peace
Come, O thou Traveller unknown

Damsels of Time, the hypocritic Days

Daughter of Jove, relentless power

Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee

Dear Joseph,—five and twenty years ago

Deep graved in every British heart

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers

Earth has not anything to show more fair
E'en such is time; which takes on trust
Eftsooncs they heard a most melodious sound

Fair lady, in my dream ...

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree

Fair stood the wind for France

Father, I know that all my life ...

Father of all! in every age

Fear no more the heat o' the sun

Fix me on some bleak precipice

Fly, envious Time, (ill thou run out thy race ...
Fly from the press, and dwell with soth fastness
Fresh clad from heaven in robes of white
From harmony, from heavenly harmony
Full many a glorious morning have I seen

Give me a golden pen, and let me lean

God moves in a mysterious way

Go, lovely Rose

Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home

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