Snow Spirit, The.
Some Account of the Late Dinner to Dan.
Song.--Ah! Where are They, Who heard, in Former Hours.
Array Thee, Love, Array Thee, Love.
As by the Shore, at Break of Day.
As Love One Summer Eve was straying.
As o'er Her Loom the Lesbian Maid.
As Once a Grecian Maiden wove.
Bring Hither, bring Thy Lute, while Day is dying.
Calm as Beneath its Mother's eyes.
Fly from the World, O Bessy! to Me.
Have You not seen the Timid Tear.
Here, While the Moonlight Dim.
If I swear by That Eye, You'll allow.
If to see Thee be to love Thee.
I saw from Yonder Silent Cave.
March! nor heed Those Anna That hold Thee.
Mary, I believed Thee True.
No Life is Like the Mountaineer's.
Of All My Happiest Hours of Joy.
Oh, Memory, How Coldly.
Oh, Where art Thou dreaming.
Raise the Buckler-poise the Lance.
Smoothly flowing Thro' Verdant Vales.
Some Mortals There may be, so Wise, or so Fine.
Take back the Sigh, Thy Lips of Art.
The Wreath You wove, the Wreath You wove.
Think on that Look Whose Melting Ray.
Thou art not Dead--Thou art not Dead.
"'Tis the Vine! 'tis the Vine!" said the Cup-loving Boy.