Half a league, half a league Happy the man whose wish and care Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings Here she was wont to go, and here, and here Hey, the dusty miller Ho, sailor of the sea. How should I your true love know How sleep the brave who sink to rest How sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers I cannot heal thy green gold breast I come from haunts of coot and hern I fell asleep and slept an hour or two I had a dove, and the sweet dove died I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me. I have no name I know a place where the sun is like gold I'll tell you how the sun rose 264 48 322 118 II2 In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes 242 It was a summer evening. It was the charming month of May 131 98 It was late in mild October, and the long autumnal rain 246 Jenny kissed me when we met John Anderson, my jo, John Laid in my quiet bed in study as I were Little Ellie sits alone Little inmate, full of mirth Little lamb, who made thee? Lord Lovel he stood at his castle gate 184 91 375 301 73 104 368 My fairest child, I have no song to give you 315 My heart's in the highlands, my heart is not here 90 My Peggy is a young thing My heart leaps up when I behold My tea is nearly ready, and the sun has left the sky. Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes 119 63 352 228 No stir in the air, no stir in the sea 128 No, the bugle sounds no more 165 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note Now glory to the Lord of Hosts from whom all glories are 212 Now that the winter's gone the earth hath lost. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight O my luve's like a red, red rose O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you O where ha'e ye been, Lord Ronald, my son? Of speckled eggs the birdie sings Oft in the stilly night 144 89 93 Oft when, returning with her loaded bill Oh fireflies, fireflies, light all your candles Oh, heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale Oh, Mary, go and call the cattle home Oh! thou that swing'st upon the waving ear Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west Old Meg she was a gypsy. On Linden, when the sun was low On the green banks of Shannon when Sheelah was nigh On the sward at the cliff top Once into a quiet village Our band is few but true and tried 35 So now is come our joyful'st feast Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king Tell me where is fancy bred That way look, my infant, lo! The baron hath the landward park, the fisher hath the sea The cock is crowing. The days are cold, the nights are long 14 115 222 117 The rose upon my balcony, the morning air perfuming 312 The sweet season, that bud and bloom forth brings 374 The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing The year's at the spring. Then as a nimble squirrel from the wood . 155 296 37 252 254 153 371 235 314 There the wrinkled, old Nokomis Toll for the brave. To sea, to sea! the calm is o'er Tread lightly here, for here 'tis said 'Twas on a Monday morning Twist me a crown of wind-flowers Under a spreading chestnut tree Under the green hedges after the snow Under the greenwood tree Under my window, under my window Up in the morning's no' for me Up the airy mountain Up, up, ye dames and lasses gay 300 384 283 75 219 100 190 332 262 227 4 325 86 317 Up with me! up with me into the clouds. Waken, lords and ladies gay Wake now, my love, awake! for it is time Welcome, maids of honor What does little birdie say What wondrous life is this I lead 125 113 378 142 376 220 336 268 44 287 60 316 282 |