O Keeper of the Sacred Key O, lay thy hand in mine, dear Old soldiers true, ah, them all men can trust. PAGE 229 196 262 184 O Love if you were here .. O Love, turn from the unchanging sea, and gaze O majestic Night. . . . O Maker of sweet poets! dear delight O Mary, at thy window be . . . 69 92 58 308 "O Mary, go and call the cattle home may O, my Luve's like a red, red rose Once at the Angelus . Once more the Heavenly Power Once on my mother's breast, a child, I crept 390 175 311 60 465 One day as I wandered, I heard a complaining On thy fair bosom, silver lake. On what foundation stands the warrior's pride O sacred Truth! thy triumph ceased a while O, saw ye bonnie Lesley O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonnie blue een O, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light. O still white face of perfect peace O swallow, swallow, flying, flying south. O Thou Eternal One! whose presence brigh. O thou great Friend to all the sons of men 414 87 204 201 165 187 220 331 170 422 422 496 Over the river they beckon to me 413 O waly, waly up the bank 336 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being 96 O Winter, ruler of the inverted year 70 Pain's furnace-heat within me quivers 374 Peace, troubled heart! the way 's not long before thee 384 308 Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot. 261 Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean roll 476 86 Sally Salter, she was a young teacher who taught Scar not earth's breast that I may have She is not fair to outward view. "Come away 343 186 466 466 337 Should auld acquaintance be forgot Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part Sitting all day in a silver mist Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye Some ask'd me where the rubies grew Some day, some day of days, threading the street St. Agnes' eve- - ah, bitter chill it was Sunset and evening star 178 140 164 124 349 149 71 301 160 Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean Thank Heaven! the crisis The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold 482 The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht 37 The bird, let loose in eastern skies 387 Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright The blessed damozel leaned out The breaking waves dashed high The Carrier cannot sing to-day the ballads. The day is done, and the darkness . The day, with cold gray feet, clung shivering to the hills The despot's heel is on thy shore The face which, duly as the sun The faithful helm commands the keel The farmer sat in his easy chair 369 39 The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year 300 The morns are meeker than they were 70 The muffled drum's sad roll has beat 305 The muse, disgusted at an age and clime. 218 The night was dark, though sometimes a faint star 91 The pass is barred! "Fall back!” cries the guard; “cross not There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young. 49 There was a rover from a western shore There shall be no more sea; no wild winds bringing There was a sound of revelry by night The same year calls, and one goes hence with another The Sonnet is a fruit which long hath slept The soul, secured in her existence, smiles The sun of life has crossed the line. The sunshines bright in our old Kentucky home The time for toil is past, and night has come. The western wind is blowing fair . The world is too much with us; late and soon The year's at the spring They gave the whole long day to idle laughter They sat and combed their beautiful hair Three fishers went sailing out into the west Three roses, wan as moonlight, and weighed down Three words fall sweetly on my soul. 70 'T was when the wan leaf frae the birk tree was fa'in 328 "Two hands upon the breast 393 Under the wide and starry sky . of ours Two worlds there are. To one our eyes we strain Under a spreading chestnut-tree Upon a mountain height, far from the sea Upon ane stormy Sunday Venus near her! smiling downward at this earthlier earth Victor in poesy! Victor in romance 410 502 496 119 275 506 147 Vital spark of heavenly flame 397 Waäit till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a' sights to tell Wake now, my Love, awake! for it is time. 155 Was ever sorrow like to our sorrow 'Way down upon the Swanee Ribber We are all here We are as mendicants who wait We are our father's sons: let those who lead us know We knew it would rain, for all the morn. We know not what it is, dear, this sleep so deep and still 312 75 We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths. 473 We meet 'neath the sounding rafter. 487 We parted in silence, we parted by night 186 Werther had a love for Charlotte We sail toward evening's lonely star We sit here in the Promised Land We watched her breathing through the night We were crowded in the cabin "What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. What do we plant when we plant the tree |