MID.

'Mid pleasures and palaces, though we
may roam, 607.

Mild offspring of a dark and sullen
sire, 452.
MILMAN (Dean), 648.
MILTON (John), 167.

Mine be a cot beside the rill, 571.
Minstrel's Song in Ella, by Thomas
Chatterton, 381.
Modern Logic, 433-

MONTGOMERY (James), 490.
MOORE (Thomas), 573

Morning, by Rev. John Keble, 640.
Morning Hymn, by Bp. Ken, 209.
Mors Mortis, by Sylvester, 51.

Most glorious Lord of Life, that on
this day, 44.
MOTHERWELL (William), 579.
Mundus Qualis, by Sylvester, 48.
Music's Duel, by R. Crashaw, 132.
My banks they are furnished with bees,
293.

My eye, descending from the hill,
surveys, 164.

My heart aches, and a drowsy numb-
ness pains, 429.

My loved, my honour'd, much
spected friend, 386.

re-

My mind to me a kingdom is, 90.
My Mother, by Anne Taylor, 597.
My time, O ye Muses, was happily
spent, 276.

My true love hath my heart, and I
have his, 48.

Mysterious Night! when our first
parent knew, 456.

N.

NAIRN (Lady), 486.
New Jerusalem (The), 114.
NEWTON (John), 348.

Next will I sing the valiant falcon's
fame, 264.

Night at Sea, by Letitia Elizabeth
Maclean, 609.

Night before Waterloo (The), 459.
Night and Death, 456.

Night Scene (A), by W. Browne, 125.
Night Thoughts (The), of Edward
Young, 289.

Nightingale (Address to), by Barn-
field, 55.

Noble Nature (The), by Ben Jonson,

ON.

No more dams I'll make for fish, 76.
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
537.

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral
note, 457.

Now great Hyperion left his glorious
throne, 125.

Now westward Sol had spent the
richest beams, 133.

Nymph's (The), Reply, by Raleigh, 58.

0.

O BLITHE new-comer! I have heard,
558.

O come, blest Spirit! whatsoe'er thou
art, 435.

O day most calm, most bright, 91.
O God! whose thunder shakes the
sky, 383.

O listen, listen, ladies gay, 484.
O Mother dear, Jerusalem, 114.
O Nancy, wilt thou go with me, by
Thomas Percy, 378.

O say what is that thing call'd Light,
230.

O sing unto my roundelay, 381.

O that those lips had language! Life
has passed, 365.

O Wild West Wind, thou breath of
Autumn's being, 473.

O winter, wilt thou never, never go,
624.

Ode to Evening, by W. Collins, 205.
Ode to a Nightingale, by J. Keats, 429.
Ode to the West Wind, by Percy
Bysshe Shelley, 473

Of all the girls that are so smart, 279.
Of all the thoughts of God that are, 617.
Of Leinster, famed for ladies fair, 261.
Of Nelson and the North, 545.

Oft has it been my lot to mark, 372.
Oft in the stilly night, 573.

Old and Young Courtier (The), 146.
Old Familiar Faces, by C. Lamb, 487.
Omnia Somnia, by Sylvester, 49.
On a Girdle, by Edmund Waller, 201.
On completing his Thirty-sixth Year,
by Lord Byron, 465.

On Linden, when the sun was low, 540.
On the Death of Mr. Robert Levet,
by Dr. Samuel Johnson, 347.
On the late Massacre in Piedmont, by
John Milton, 182.

SPLENDID.

'TIS.

Philips, 233.

SPENSER (Edmund), 34.

Spring, by Robert Bloomfield, 434.
Spring of the year (The), by Allen
Cunningham, 590.

Squire's Pew (The), by Jane Taylor,
600.

SUCKLING (Sir John), 131.

Sunday, by George Herbert, 91.
Supplication (A), 20.

Surrey's (Earl) Reflections, while a
prisoner in Windsor, 21.

Sweet are the thoughts that savour of
content, 52.

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the
plain, 318.

Sweet bird! that sing'st away the
early hours, 128.

Sweet country life, to such unknown,

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The glories of our birth and state, 141.,
The lopped tree in time may grow
again, 63.

The lovely purple of the moon's be-
stowing, 609.

The mourner, by George Crabbe, 403.
The night is come, like to the day, 183.
The shepherd's dog, like his master,
was grey, 385.

The spacious firmament on high, 184.
The stately homes of England, 590.
The tree of deepest root is found, 400.
The twentieth year is well nigh past, 370.

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156.

The waters are flashing, 471.

The way was long, the wind was cold,
479.

The World and Death one day them
cross-disguised, 51.

The World's a bubble, and the Life of
Man, 77.

There's a bower of roses by Ben-
demeer's stream, 574.

There is a flower, a little flower, 490.
There is nae luck about the house, 379.
There was a sound of revelry by night,
460.

There was a time when meadow, grove,
and stream, 563.

There was three kings into the East,
342.

These as they change, Almighty Father,
these, 281.

They come! the merry summer months

of beauty, song, and flowers, 579.
Think not 'cause men flatt'ring say, 104.
THOMSON (James), 281.

Those evening bells! those evening
bells! 573.

Thought on the Seashore (A), by John
Newton, 349.

Thoughts in a Garden, by Andrew

Marvel, 185.

Three Warnings (The), by Mrs. Piozzi,
400.

Thrice happy he who by some shady
grove, 128.

Thrice, oh thrice happy, shepherd's
life and state! 129.

Through the blue and frosty heavens,

632.

Thrush (To the), by Wm. Drummond,
128.

Thrush's Nest (The), by J. Clare, 616.
TICKELL (Thomas), 258.
Timely blossom, Infant fair, 231.
Times go by Turns, by Robert South-
well, 63.

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy
sleep! 289.

'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
642.

'Tis instinct that directs the jealous
hare, 267.

'Tis time this heart should be un-
moved, 465.

YOU.

When maidens such as Hester die,
488.

When Phoebus lifts his head out of the
winter's wave, 82.

When the sheep are in the fauld, and
the kye at hame, 476.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I, 67.
Where, where now are the great re-
ports, 50.

WHITE (Joseph Blanco), 456.
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
597.

Whose imp art thou, with dimpled
cheek, 489.

Why so pale and wan, fond lover, 131.
Will (The), by John Donne, 87.
WILMOT (John), Earl of Rochester,
194.

Wish (A), by Samuel Rogers, 570.
With how sad steps, Moon, 46.
WITHER (George), 151.

Within a thick and spreading haw-
thorn bush, 617.

WOLCOT (John), 384.

WOLFE (Rev. C.), 457.

WORDSWORTH (William), 552.

WOTTON (Sir Henry), 101.

Wrathful Winter (The), 28.
WYATT (Sir Thomas), 18.

Y.

Yarrow Visited, by William Words-
worth, 555.

Yarrow Unvisited, 552.
Ye Mariners of England, by Thomas
Campbell, 548.

Ye Nymphs of Solyma! begin the
song, 269.

Yes! there are real mourners: I have
seen, 403.

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once
more, 176.

You meaner beauties of the night, 102.
"You are old, Father William," the

young man cried, 539.

You must wake and call me early, call
me early, mother dear, 651.
YOUNG (Edward), 289.

You spotted snakes, with double
tongue, 69.

672