INDEX OF FIRST LINES

Gentle, modest, little flower, 131

Go and catch a falling star, 201

Good-night to the Season! 'T is over! 41
Good-night to thee, Lady! tho' many, 179
Grandma told me all about it, 333
Grandmother's mother: her age, I guess, 325

Had we but world enough, and time, 83
Have sorrows come? Has pleasure sped? 320
Heigh-ho! they've wed. The cards are dealt, 160
Her lips were so near, 63

Her scuttle Hatt is wondrous wide, 163

Here on my desk it lies, 313

How many between east and west, 26

How shall I sing you, Child, for whom, 4

I could resign that eye of blue, 141

I'd read three hours. Both notes and text, 88

I go to concert, party, ball, 47

I know not of what we ponder'd, 169

I know not why my soul is rack'd, 206

I'll tell you a story that's not in Tom Moore, 213

I long have been puzzled to guess, 166

I love to hear thine earnest voice, 238

I'm sitting alone by the fire, 208

I observe: "Our sentimental friend the moon," 119

I painted her a gushing thing, 218

I play'd with you 'mid cowslips blowing, 286

I plunge my hand among the leaves, 306

I read to her one summer day, 98

X OF FIRST LINES

call'd Ann, 237

me ere his temples were grey, 68
fore, 264
rose, 138

of waiting, a week and a day, 37
- I was growing old, 13

re you, 32

these fields with Di, 160
-you lose your love, 36
written a novel, 225

with all thou art, 123

nd squires, the numerous band, 9
d Jane, 112

ray of moldered leaves, 323
ar unmarried aunt, 338
n the moonlight there, 230
s from the window, 82
y grog is mixed, 151

ough I fear thy tread, 235
b, my pulses boil, 224