Part 20
How sleep the brave who sink to rest 36
I know ’tis but a loom of land 117
I may sit in my wee croo house 200
I’m lonesome since I cross’d the hill 43
I’m sitting on the stile, Mary 222
In all my wanderings round this world of care 211
In a quiet-water’d land, a land of roses 236
In the greyness of the dawning we have seen the pilot-star 307
In the Highlands, in the country places 195
In the ranks of the Austrian you found him 80
I remember the lowering wintry morn 295
I send to you 317
It is not to be thought of that the flood 47
It’s hame, an’ it’s hame, hame fain wad I be 193
It was a’ for our rightfu’ king 203
It wasna from a golden throne 207
I’ve heard the lark’s cry thrill the sky o’er the meadows of Lusk 234
I’ve heard the liltin’ at our ewe-milkin’ 177
Jack dances and sings, and is always content 40
King Philip had vaunted his claims 132
Last night, among his fellow roughs 90
Lest it be said 260
Let rogues and cheats prognosticate 30
Listen! my brothers of Eton and Harrow 157
Lo, how they come to me 155
Lo, our land this night is lone 231
Lo, ’tis the light of the morn 309
Lying here awake, I hear the watchman’s warning 100
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale 186
Men of England! who inherit 62
Men of the Hills and men of the Plains, men of the Isles and Sea 276
Methinks already from this chymic flame 32
My England, island England, such leagues and leagues away 141
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here 180
My name, d’ye see, ’s Tom Tough, I’ve seed a little sarvice 41
New Year, be good to England. Bid her name 129
Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the North-West died away 92
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note 69
Not ’mid the thunder of the battle guns 299
Not tasselled palm or bended cypress wooing 233
Now all the youth of England are on fire 12
O, Bay of Dublin! how my heart you’re troublin’ 222
Oh! Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling 204
O Child of Nations, giant-limbed 250
O England, thou hast many a precious dower 99
Of Nelson and the North 60
Of old sat Freedom on the heights 82
Oft in the pleasant summer years 268
O gallant was our galley from her carven steering-wheel 280
O! he was lang o’ comin’ 199
O how comely it is, and how reviving 24
O, Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie 202
O land of Druid and of Bard 165
O! my dark Rosaleen 219
Once more upon the waters! yet once more 64
‘On with the charge!’ he cries, and waves his sword 244
O, Paddy dear! an’ did ye hear the news that’s goin’ round 211
O, the East is but West, with the sun a little hotter 243
O, then, tell me, Shawn O’Ferrall, tell me why you hurry so 235
O, the red rose may be fair 237
O, to be in England 91
O, ’twas merry down to Looe when the news was carried through 118
O undistinguished Dead 133
Our second Richard Lion-Heart 113
O, where, Kincora! is Brien the Great 218
O, where’s the slave so lowly 214
O where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone 178
O! why left I my hame 194
O ye, who with your blood and sweat 246
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu 185
Rain came down drenchingly; but we unblenchingly 131
Remember the glories of Brien the brave 213
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King 161
Sang one of England in his island home 262
Say not the struggle naught availeth 94
Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled 180
See, see where Royal Snowdon rears 172
She is a rich and rare land 226
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps 215
She stands alone: ally nor friend has she 124
She stands, a thousand wintered tree 143
Shy bird of the silver arrows of song 247
Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules 42
Son of the Ocean Isle 72
Sons in my gates of the West 136
Speak gently, gently tread 273
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing 207
Steep is the soldier’s path; nor are the heights 58
Still stand thy ruins ’neath the Indian sky 275
Sun-showered land! largess of golden light 286
Sye, do yer ’ear thet bugle callin’ 147
The Campbells are comin’, O-ho, O-ho 193
The camp-fire gleams resistance 305
The cool and pleasant days are past 274
The feast is spread through England 112
The fifteenth day of July 18
The forward youth that would appear 25
The harp that once through Tara’s halls 213
Their groves o’ sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon 182
The Isle of Roses in her Lindian shrine 103
The Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece 65
The Little Black Rose shall be red at last 229
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone 212
The news frae Moidart cam’ yestreen 205
There are boys to-day in the city slum and the home of wealth and pride 300
There’s a land, a dear land, where the rights of the free 92
There was a sound of revelry by night 67
There was heard the sound of a coming foe 71
The seaman slept--all nature sleeps; a sacred stillness there 293
The waves are dashing proudly down 267
The weary day rins down and dies 126
They called Thee MERRY ENGLAND in old time 50
They lie unwatched, in waste and vacant places 303
They say that ‘war is hell,’ the ‘great accursed’ 109
This England never did, nor never shall 11
This royal throne of kings, this sceptr’d isle 11
Thy voice is heard through rolling drums 83
To-day the people gather from the streets 120
To horse! to horse! the standard flies 189
Toll for the Brave 38
To mute and to material things 51
To my true king I offered free from stain 77
To Thee, our God, we fly 99
To the Lords of Convention ’twas Claver’se who spoke 187
Truth, winged and enkindled with rapture 129
Unhappy Erin, what a lot was thine 231
Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent 48
War-worn, sun-scorched, stained with the dust of toil 248
We cheered you forth--brilliant and kind and brave 286
We come from tower and grange 134
We come in arms, we stand ten score 97
Welcome, wild North-easter 94
‘Well done!’ The cry goes ringing round the world 287
We’ll o’er the water, we’ll o’er the sea 201
What are the bugles saying 278
Whate’er of woe the Dark may hide in womb 123
What have I done for you 137
What of the bow 143
When Britain first at Heaven’s command 33
When I have borne in memory what has tamed 47
When the British warrior queen 36
Where Foyle her swelling waters 216
Where the remote Bermudas ride 28
Who ’as ’eard the Ram a callin’ on the green fields o’ the sea 141
Who carries the gun 144
Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight 229
Who is he that cometh, like an honour’d guest 85
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he 48
‘Who’ll serve the King?’ cried the sergeant aloud 57
Whom for thy race of heroes wilt thou own 78
Who to the murmurs of an earthly string 50
Why do they prate of the blessings of Peace? We have made them a curse 89
Why is it that ye grieve, O weak in faith 249
Why lingers my gaze where the last hues of day 166
Wide are the plains to the north and the westward 262
Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro 150
Ye Mariners of England 59
Yes, let us own it in confession free 78
You ask me, why, tho’ ill at ease 81
You brave heroic minds 8
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Transcriber’s Notes
As this is a collection of poems written by many different people, variations in punctuation, hyphenation, and spelling were not changed, although simple typographical errors were corrected.
Index not checked for proper alphabetization or correct page references.
Page xii: “like an individual” was printed as “like an admiral”, but has been changed in accordance with the Erratum on page xiii.
In the Contents, the lifespan dates for several poets were omitted.
The book printed the names of the Poets at the top of each page; in this eBook, their names precede their first poem.
Accent marks have been retained, even though other books do not necessarily use them in the same poems. One example of this may be found on page 13, in the ninth line of “King Harry To His Soldiers”: “aspèct”.
Page 78: “who saw me tried too sorely” was misprinted as “tired”.
Page 186: The verse “Knell for the onset!” was printed unindented, but the pattern of the poem suggests that it should be indented, and other books do indent it.
Page 261: “I bid thee, Hail!” was misprinted as “the”.
The hyphenation in some Index entries was changed to match the referenced pages.