Gosse, Edmund W., xxi. cxxii. cliv. ccvi. ccxvi. ccxxi. Greenwell, Dora, cl. Hedderwick, James, lvii. clxvii. clxxiv. Houghton, Lord, xli. lxi. xcii. xcvi. cxii. Inchbold, J. W., clv. Ingelow, Jean, cx. Locker, Frederick, xlvii. lxvii. lxix. lxxxix, cviii. clxxi. Lowell, James Russell, xvi. xxix. clxviii. clxix. clxxv. Lytton, Lord, x. cxix. MacDonald, George, lxxxvi. cxxviii. Marston, Philip Bourke, cxli. clvi. clvii. Marzials, Theophile, lxxxiii. lxxxiv. lxxxv. ccix. Massey, Gerald, lvi. lxxix. Meredith, George, lix. cxlviii. Miller, Joaquin, cxvi. Monkhouse, W. Cosmo, ccxi. Morris, Lewis, xix. xl. xciii. cvii. cxv. Morris, William, xcvii. xcviii. xcix. Myers, Ernest, xxv. cxlvi. Myers, Frederick, lv. lxxxviii. Newman, Dr., xci. cxliv. Noel, Hon. Roden, xv. O'Shaughnessy, Arthur, xviii. xxxvii, lxiii. Palgrave, Francis Turner, liv. lxxxvii, xc. cii. Patmore, Coventry, xiv. xcv. cxxxii. Paton, Sir Noel, xxxii. Payne, John, clxxix. cciii. ccvii, ccx. ccxii, ccxiii. ccxvii. ccxix. ccxxii. Pennell, H. Cholmondeley, lii. Rhoades, James, cxliii. clxxvii. Rossetti, Christina, xxxvi. xxxviii, xxxix, cxx. cxxxvi. clxx. Sawyer, William, lxviii. Saxe, John Godfrey, clxv. clxvi. Scott, William Bell, clxiv. clxxviii. cxcv. cxcvi. cxcvii. cxcix. Simcox, George Augustus, vi. Southesk, Earl of, liii. lxx. lxxvi. Stedman, Edmund Clarence, ix. lxxii. cxxxviii. Story, W. W., lxxxi. Swinburne, Algernon Charles, xii. 1. Taylor, Sir Henry, li. (see Vere, Aubrey de). Townley, Mary, cxxiv. Trench, Archbishop, xciv. cxxix. clxxvi. Turner, Rev. Charles Tennyson, cliii. clx. Vere, Aubrey de, xxvi, lxii. cxxi. (with Sir Henry Taylor), Waddington, Samuel, ccviii. Warren, Hon. J. Leicester, iv. lxxx. Webster, Augusta, xxx, xxxv. cxiii. cxiv. cxxvii. cxl. Woolner, Thomas, lxv. lxxi. A genial moment oft has given A lark in the mesh of the tangled vine A little time for laughter A momentary wish passed through my brain NO. 94 A sigh in the morning gray! A smile because. the nights are short! Across the glory of the evening skies Ah me, dread friends of mine,—Love, Time, and Death . Ah, memory! ah, ruthless memory! All down the linden-alley's morning shade All that I know Along the shore, along the shore And what is Love by Nature? Are sorrows hard to bear,—the ruin As a twig trembles which a bird As I sat sorrowing. Ask nothing more of me, sweet Away! away! The dream was vain Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath! Beating heart! we come again Behold, above the mountains there is light Beneath those buttressed walls with lichen grey Came, on a Sabbath noon, my sweet Close as the stars along the sky Come to green under-glooms,-and in your hair ΙΟΙ 171 179 4I 106 28 4 .126 29 213 50 ΙΟ 189 47 221 178 48 181 45 8 100 44 54 200 Come to the woods, Medora . Consider the sea's listless chime Could we but know Count each affliction, whether light or grave Dear love, I have not ask'd you yet Each hour until we meet is as a bird Even in a palace, life may be led well! Fair garden, where the man and woman dwelt Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn Girls, when I am gone away Give her but a least excuse to love me! Gray cloud, gray veil 'twixt me and youth Hapless doom of woman happy in betrothing! His poisoned shafts, that fresh he dips How gently, beautiful, and calm I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden leap I bring a garland for your head I cannot kiss thee as I used to kiss I grieve not that ripe Knowledge takes away I have been here before. I have not, yet I would have loved thee, sweet I hold within my hand a lute I saw, I saw the lovely child, I saw in dream where met proud rivers twain 177 I know not if a keener smart I made another garden, yea I said: 66 Nay, pluck not,-let the first fruit be No. I thank thee, dear, for words that fleet 55 I would not have this perfect love of ours 68 I would thou might'st not vex me with thine eyes, 107 If but thy heart were stone 146 87 If by any device or knowledge If ever, dear. If he would come to-day, to-day, to-day If I could choose my paradise If Love should faint, and half decline It may be that our homeward longings made It was not like your great and gracious ways! Let them go by-the heats, the doubts, the strife Life knows no dead so beautiful Life lapses by for you and me Light, so low upon earth Light's Love, the timorous bird, to dwell Like an island in a river 60 Like to the moan of buried rivers 118 Little dimples so sweet and soft 66 Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man 193 3 Love is the Minstrel; for in God's own sight Man dwells apart, though not alone My day and night are in my lady's hand . My heart is freighted full of love My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes My only love is always near My soul is sick of nightingale and rose 154 56 156 59 IIO 210 61 95 108 211 2 B |