1668 INDEX OF FIRST LINES-ENGLISH The gallant Youth, who may have gained.. The glories of our blood and state.. St. Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was!. 455 Say not of me that weakly I declined.. So all day long the noise of battle roll'd. Strange fits of passion have I known. Strewn on her roses, roses.. Such was the rise of this prodigious fire.. Sunset and evening star... 845 778 467 762 295 422 532 118 352 992 466 295 781 164 974 551 233 159 804 Thanks, my lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter. 231 128 717 794 297 228 538 The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone. Where the thistle lifts a purple crown. Why did you melt your waxed man, Sister Helen?. "Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail. Yearly, with ten and rifle, our careless white men go. Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more. You are carried in a basket. "You are old, Father William," the young man said. 739 350 361 799 301 761 121 844 468 843 158 376 819 306 159 974 795 814 69 986 538 135 899 813 118 431 118 Celestial Surgeon, The, from Under- The Life of Edward, Earl of Clar- 152 Edward, Earl of Clarendon 140 ..Alfred, Lord Tennyson 547 .Sir Walter Scott 333 ...Robert Louis Stevenson Coronach, from ..Robert Herrick 120 Cranford.. 571 581 A Happy Return. Richard Brinsley Sheridan 249 Crossing the Bar. .Thomas Hardy 836 671 |