Chapter 49

Not I, and other Poems, xxii. (end)

"Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert," xiv. 89

"Nous n'irons plus au bois," xiv. 263

Noyon Cathedral, i. 86

Nuits Blanches, xxii. 27

Nurses, xxii. 34

"Of a' the ills that flesh can fear," xiv. 131

"Of his pitiable transformation," xiv. 263

"Of speckled eggs, the birdie sings," xiv. 9

"Of where or how, I nothing know," xiv. 267

Oise, The, in Flood, i. 55; Down the Oise to Moy, i. 74; Through the Golden Valley, i. 84; To Compiègne, i. 91 Church Interiors, i. 105

"O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship," xiv. 32

"O, I wad like to ken--to the beggar-wife says I," xiv. 116

"O mother, lay your hand on my brow," xiv. 92

Olalla, xxi. 127

Old Mortality, ix. 26

Old Scots Gardener, An, ix. 46

Old Town, Edinburgh: The Lands, i. 278

"Once only by the garden gate," xiv. 220

"On the great streams the ships may go," xiv. 68

Ordered South, ii. 345

Origny Sainte-Benoîte: A By-Day, i. 62; The Company at Table, i. 68

Our Lady of the Snows, i. 181

"Out of the sun, out of the blast," xiv. 87

"Over the borders, a sin without pardon," xiv. 17

Pacific Capitals, The Old and New: Monterey, ii. 141; San Francisco,