Page Flow on, thou shining river......... Fly swift, my light gazelle........................... For thee alone I brave the boundless deep.......... From life without freedom, say, who would not fly ?............ Gaily sounds the castanet......... 30 178 148 124 272 253 63 52 194 Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home.......... Guess, guess Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing.... Hear me but once, while o'er the grave... Here, at thy tomb, these tears I shed Here's the bower she lov'd so much Here, take my heart-'twill be safe in thy keeping.. Here, while the moonlight dim...... Her last words, at parting, how can I forget?. Hope comes again, to this heart long a stranger. How shall I woo?.. "Hush, hush!" how well........ Hush, sweet Lute, thy songs remind me Hymen, late, his love-knots selling... I come from a land in the sun-bright deep.... 172 If, after all, you still will doubt and fear me.............. If thou wouldst have thy charms enchant our eyes.. 86 Page I give thee all—I can no more....... 142 I have a garden of my own ............ 165 I knew by the smoke, that so gracefully curl'd... 26 I love a maid, a mystic maid...... I love but thee........ 194 140 In myrtle wreaths my votive sword I'll cover..... 189 230 I saw the moon rise clear....... 126 Is it not sweet to think, hereafter...... 273 It came o'er her sleep, like a voice of those days... Long years have pass'd, old friend, since we.. 200 "Look here," said Rose, with laughing eyes.... 177 Lord, who shall bear that day, so dread, so splendid Love, wand'ring through the golden maze............................. 129 135 March! nor heed those arms that hold thee...... 121 Nights of music, nights of loving leave my heart to rest, if rest it may No life is like the mountaineer's. Now the vapour, hot and damp........... O'er mountains bright. 159 72 97 193 23 53 Oh, do not look so bright and blest........ 176 Oh, guard our affection, nor e'er let it feel 74 Oh, teach me to love Thee, to feel what thou art.... 262 Oh, Thou! who dry'st the mourner's tear Pain and sorrow shall vanish before us.... Past twelve o'clock-past twelve....... 248 217 133 110 79 122 131 128 110 Poor broken flow'r! what art can now recover thee?....... 118 Poor wounded heart, farewell..................... 116 Reason, and Folly, and Beauty, they say.... 34 Rememb'rest thou that setting sun............................... 112 Rememberest thou the hour we past......... Remember the time, in La Mancha's shades......... Rose of the Desert! thou, whose blushing ray... 28 131 2 144 175 54 241 258 246 181 52 Say, what shall we dance?. 111 ............... See, the dawn from Heaven is breaking. 60 She has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool........ Slumber, oh slumber; if sleeping thou mak'st... Song of the Poco-curante Society.... Sound the loud Timbrel, o'er Egypt's dark sea... So warmly we met and so fondly we parted 145 211 252 147 214 32 205 Spring and Autumn....... Page 85 187 197 Still, like dew in silence falling....... 229 161 204 Take hence the bowl; though beaming........ 64 121 Tell me, kind Seer, I pray thee...... 223 "Tell me, what's Love?" said Youth, one day. 226 The Garland I send thee was cull'd from those bowers... 83 |