The summer leaves were sighing, 539
The sun comes forth: each mountain height, 529
The sun sets brightly: but a ruddier glow, 97
The torrent-wave, that breaks with force, 48
The troubadour o'er many a plain, 101
The trumpet of the battle, 567
The trumpet's voice hath roused the land, 374
The vesper-bell from church and tower, 547
The voices of my home! I hear them still, 316
The voices of two forest boys, 437
The war-note of the Saracen, 446
The warrior bow'd his crested head, and tamed his heart, 456
The warrior cross'd the ocean's foam, 361
The wind, the wandering wind, 542
The wine-month shone in its golden prime, 255
The woods! oh, solemn are the boundless woods, 396
Theirs was no dream, O monarch hill, 151
Then was a task of glory all thine own, 600
There are bright scenes beneath Italian skies, 191
There are sounds in the dark Roncesvalles, 541
There are the aspens with their silvery hair, 576
There are who climb the mountain's heathery side, 622
There blooms a plant, whose gaze from hour to hour, 46
There have been bright and glorious pageants here, 251
There is a wakening on the mighty hills, 581
There was a mournfulness in angel eyes, 599
There was heard a song on the chiming sea, 451
There was heard the sound of a coming foe, 345
There was music on the midnight, 448
There went a dirge through the forest's gloom, 457
There went a warrior's funeral through the night, 401
There were faint sounds of weeping; fear and gloom, 467
There were sights and sounds of revelry, 452
There were thick leaves above me and around, 427
There were trampling sounds of many feet, 515
There's beauty all around our paths, if but our watchful eyes,370
These marble domes, by wealth and genius graced, 50
They float before my soul, the fair designs, 623
They grew in beauty, side by side, 435
They haunt me still, these calm, pure, holy eyes, 464
They have wander'd in their glee, 541
They rear'd no trophy o'er his grave, 609
They sought for treasures in the tomb, 244
Thine eyes are charm'd, thine earnest eyes, 453
Thine is a strain to read among the hills, 422
This green recess, where through the bowery gloom, 51
This mountain scene with sylvan grandeur crown'd, 44
Those eyes whence love diffused her purest light, 44
Thou art a thing on our dreams to rise, 357
Thou art bearing hence thy roses, 366
Thou art come from the spirit's land, thou bird, 343
Thou art gone, thou art slumbering low, 421
Thou art like night, O sickness! deeply stilling, 628
Thou art no lingerer in monarchs' hall, 431
Thou art passing hence, my brother, 459
Thou art sounding on, thou mighty sea, 356
Thou art welcome, O thou warning voice, 509
Thou didst fall on the field with thy silver hair, 555
Thou grot, whence flows this limpid spring, 52
Thou hast a charmèd cup, O Fame, 497
Thou hast been rear'd too tenderly, 486
Thou hast been where the rocks of coral grow, 481
Thou hast loved and thou hast suffered, 501
Thou hast thy record in the monarch's hall, 599
Thou hast watch'd beside the bed of death, 507
Thou in thy morn wert like a glowing rose, 50
Thou mov'st in visions, Love! around thy way, 503
Thou see'st her pictured with her shining hair, 416
Thou shouldst be look'd on when the starlight falls, 250
Thou shouldst have slept beneath the stately pines, 490
Thou sleepest, but when wilt thou wake, fair child, 431
Thou that canst gaze upon thine own fair boy, 356
Thou that hast loved so long and well, 489
Thou that with pallid cheek, 496
Thou that wouldst mark in form of human birth, 51
Thou the stern monarch of dismay, 51
Thou thing of years departed, 436
Thou to whose power my hopes, my joys, I gave, 45
Thou wak'st from rosy sleep to play, 355
Thou who hast fled from life's enchanted bowers, 50
Though dark are the prospects and heavy the hours, 11
Though youth may boast the curls that flow, 10
Throne of expression, whence the spirit's ray, 59
Through evening's bright repose, 589
Thy foes had girt thee with their dread array, 93
Thy heart is in the upper world, where fleet the chamois, 450
Thy rest was deep at the slumberer's hour, 348
Thy voice is in mine ear, beloved, 453
Thy voice prevails! Dear friend, my gentle friend, 442
Thy voice was in my soul, it call'd me on, 455
'Tis lone on the waters, 486
'Tis sweet to think the spirits of the blest, 3
To thee, maternal guardian of my youth, 2
To-night, kind friends, at your tribunal here, 21
Too long apart, a bright but sever'd band, 520
Too long have tyranny and power combined, 4
Torches were blazing clear, 346
Trees, gracious trees, how rich a gift ye are, 619
Tribes of the air, whose favour'd race, 531
'Twas a bright moment of my life, when first, 623
'Twas a dream of olden days, 491
'Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours, 369
'Twas but a dream! I saw the stag leap free, 385
'Twas early day, and sunlight stream'd, 437
'Twas morn upon the Grecian hills, 243
'Twas night in Babylon; yet many a beam, 219
'Twas night upon the Alps. The Senn's wild horn, 234
'Twas noon, and Afric's dazzling sun on high, 212
'Twas the deep mid-watch of the silent night, 241
Two barks met on the deep mid-sea, 560
Two solemn voices in a funeral strain, 472
Unbending midst the watery skies, 48
Under a palm-tree, by the green old Nile, 600
Upward, and upward still! in pearly light, 618
Voice of the gifted elder time, 339
Warrior! whose image on thy tomb, 428
Warriors! my noon of life is past, 56
Was it the sigh of the southern gale, 495
Was that the light from some lone swift canoe, 590
Watch ye well! the moon is shrouded, 146
Waves of Mondego, brilliant and serene, 47
We come not, fair one! to thy hand of snow, 53
We have the myrtle's breath around us here, 394
We heard thy name, O Mina, 541
We miss thy voice, while early flowers are blooming, 486
We return, we return, we return no more, 500
We saw thee, O stranger! and wept, 343
We see no more in thy pure skies, 588
Weep thou no more! O monarch! dry thy tears, 121
Weeper! to thee how bright a morn was given, 600
Weep'st thou for him whose doom was seal'd, 56
Welcome, O pure and lovely forms! again, 628
Well might thine awful image thus arise, 628
What are the lessons given, 252
What dost thou here, brave Swiss, 294
What first should consecrate as thine, 295
What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells, 361
What household thoughts around thee as their shrine, 600
What secret current of man's nature turns, 620
What wak'st thou, spring? Sweet voices in the woods, 432
What was your doom, my father? In thine arms, 587
What wish can friendship form for thee, 295
What woke the buried sound that lay, 563
When from the mountain's brow the gathering shade, 138
When the last blush of eve is dying, 148
When the soft breath of spring goes forth, 533
When the tide's billowy swell, 492
When the young eagle with exulting eye, 106
When thy bounding step I hear, 524
When twilight's gray and pensive hour, 532
When will ye think of me, my friends, 500
Whence are those tranquil joys in mercy given, 15
Whence art thou, flower? From holy ground, 244
Whence is the might of thy master-spell, 498
Where are the vintage-songs, 546
Where are they, those green fairy islands, reposing, 146
Where is the sea? I languish here, 487
Where is the summer with her golden sun, 349
Where is the tree the prophet threw, 496
Where met our bards of old? The glorious throng, 246
Where shall I find some desert scene so rude, 47
Where shall I find in all this fleeting earth, 489
Where shall the minstrel find a theme, 534
Where shall we make her grave, 549
Where sucks the bee now? Summer is flying, 355
Where the long reeds quiver, 581
Wherefore and whither bear'st thou up my spirit, 483
While the blue is richest, 565
Whisper, thou tree, thou lonely tree, 473
Whither, celestial maid, so fast away, 53
Whither, oh whither, wilt thou wing thy way, 628
Who watches on the mountains with the dead, 598
Why art thou thus in thy beauty cast, 524
Why lingers my gaze where the last hues of day, 149
Why wouldst thou leave me, O gentle child, 423
Wildly and mournfully the Indian drum, 406
Willow! in thy breezy moan, 542
With sixty knights in his gallant train, 238
With what young life and vigour in its breath, 256
Wouldst thou to love of danger speak, 48
Wouldst thou wear the gift of immortal bloom, 439
Wrapt in sad musings, by Euphrates' stream, 43
Ye are not miss'd, fair flowers, that late were spreading, 549
Ye have been holy, O founts and floods, 474
Ye met at the stately feasts of old, 480
Ye tell me not of birds and bees, 499
Ye too, the free and fearless birds of air, 602
Yes! all things tell us of a birthright lost, 622
Yes! I came from the spirit's land, 343
Yes! I have seen the ancient oak, 347
Yes! it is haunted, this quiet scene, 358
Yes! it is ours: the field is won, 245
Yes! rear thy guardian hero's form, 485
Yes! thou hast met the sun's last smile, 360
Yet as a sun-burst flushing mountain-snow, 599
Yet, rolling far up some green mountain-dale, 618
You ugliest of fabrics! you horrible eyesore, 382
WILLIAM BLACKWOOD & SONS,
Just published, in Two Volumes 8vo, £1, 8s.,
RATIONAL THEOLOGY AND CHRISTIAN PHILOSOPHY IN
ENGLAND IN THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY.
By JOHN TULLOCH, D.D., Principal of St. Mary's College in the University of St.
Andrews; one of Her Majesty's Chaplains in Scotland; Author of 'Leaders of the
Reformation,' and English Puritanism and its Leaders.'
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whose feelings and thoughts, like their circumstances, were far nearer to ours than a superficial
glance would show. His book is always interesting and suggestive.'-London Quarterly
Review.
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the stormy religious crisis of which it treats. The author's study of the theologians of that
age has been accurate as well as extensive; and the result of his investigations will be bene-
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eminent divines, some of whose treatises still survive in ordinary use as guides to Christian
philosophy and doctrine.'-Morning Post.
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Long as our notice has become, we have yet done scant justice to the merits of a work which
must be regarded as an important contribution to our literary history, and as such we com-
mend it to our readers without reserve. It fills up a gap which had long been felt to be
empty. It is rich in pregnant and suggestive thought.'-Athenæum.
'We have thought it better thus generally to describe and characterize the work. It is in
every respect most masterly. Ample scholarship, well-disciplined powers, catholic sympathies,
and a masculine eloquence, give it a high place among modern contributions to theological
science. It is a work of which any Church might be proud.'-British Quarterly Review.
Every thoughtful and liberal Englishman who reads these volumes will feel that Principal
Tulloch has laid him under obligations in writing them.'-Spectator.
This is the first systematic account of the long series of divines who, whether under the
name of Rational, Platonist, Latitudinarian, or Liberal, have never ceased out of the Church
of England from the days of Colet to the days of Milman. The reproduction of these men in
bold relief against the background of the ordinary representatives of the Church of England is,
as we shall proceed to show, of an importance far transcending any mere historical interest.
That this work should have been written, not by an Englishman, but by a distinguished
divine of the sister Church of Scotland, adds to its interest.
"The pleasure with which Principal Tulloch explores this comparatively unknown field
communicates itself to his readers, and the academic groves of Oxford and Cambridge are in-
vested with the freshness of a new glory, reflected upon them from the far-off rocky shore of
St. Andrews.'-Edinburgh Review.
Marius among the ruins of Carthage, 212
Martyrs, the English, 568
Mary at the feet of Christ, 599
the memorial of, 599
Mary Magdalene at the sepulchre, 600
bearing tidings of the
resurrection, 600
Medici, Lorenzo de, sonnet from, 53
Meeting of the bards, the, 246
of the brothers, 437
of the ships, 560
Memorial of Mary, the, 599
pillar, the, 410
Memory of a sister-in-law, to the, 486
of Sir H. Ellis, to the, 56
of Lord Charles Murray, to
the, 490
of Sir E. Pakenham, to the, 55
of the dead, 494
Message to the dead, the, 459
Messenger bird, the, 343
answer to, 343 note
Metastasio, translations from, 47
North American Review, the, 113, 293,
337, 528
Northern spring, the, 533
Norton, professor, 113, 186, 293, 336,
524, 633
Norwegian war-song, 567
"O thou breeze of spring," 563
"O ye hours," 520
"O ye voices gone," 566
"O ye voices round," 545
Ocean, the, 530
O'Connor's child, 508
Ode on the defeat of Sebastian of
Portugal, 254
"O'er the far blue mountains," 563
"Oh! droop thou not," 538
"Oh! skylark, for thy wing," 544
"Oh! those alone," 48
Old church in an English park, an, 603
Old Norway, 567
Olive tree, the, 602
Orange bough, the, 543
Orchard blossoms, 619
Orphan, to an, 486
Otho, the emperor, 85
Our daily paths, 370
Lady's well, 365
Owen Glyndwr's war-song, 149
Pæstan rose, the, 28 note
Painter's last work, the, 595
Pakenham, Sir E., to the memory of, 55
Palm-tree, the, 430
Palmer, the, 501
Paradise, a thought of, 606
Parting of summer, the, 366
ship, the, 473
song, a, 500
words, 459
Passing away, 489
Pastorini, sonnet from, 49
Patriarchal life, images of, 620
Patriotic effusions of the Italian poets,
translations from, 137
Paul and Virginia, on reading, 620
Pauline, 434
Peasant girl of the Rhone, the, 401
Pegolotti, sonnet from, 138
Penitence, the song of, 609
Penitent anointing Christ's feet, the,
599
Penitent's offering, the, 496
return, the, 605
Petrarch, translations from, 51
Picture of the Madonna, to a, 517
Pilgrim fathers, landing of the, 429
l'ilgrim's song to the evening star, 560
Pindemonte, sonnet from, 53
Places of worship, 602
Platæa, the tombs of, 251
Poet's dying hymn, a, 583
Poetry, the return to, 622
Portrait, to my own, 487
Prayer, a," O God," 1
"Father in heaven," 621
at sea after victory, 589
for life, the, 509
in the wilderness, the, 586
of affection, 596
of the lonely student, 577
Prince Madoc's farewell, 149
Prisoners' evening service, the, 587
Procession, the, 515
Prologue to the Poor Gentleman, 21
Fiesco, 520
Properzia Rozzi, 392
Psalm cxlviii. paraphrase of, 533
Psalms, the poetry of the, 624
Psyche borne by zephyrs to the island
of Pleasure, 382
Quarterly Review, the, 62, 105, 114
Quevedo, translation from, 50
Queen of Prussia's tomb, the, 409
Rainbow, the, 529
Records of immature genius, on, 617
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