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564 INDEX OF FIRST LINES |
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Let Bacchus's sons be not dismayed........ II, 380
Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain........ I, 367
Let the farmer praise his grounds......... II, 374
Little child, I call thee fair........... I, 416
Little cowboy, what have you heard........ I, 29
Lo, they come, they come ; but all too late..... II, 60
Lone and weary as I wandered.......... I, 288
Lone is my waiting here under the tree ...... II, 441
Long, long ago beyond the misty space ■..... II, 67
Long they pine in weary woe.......... II, 106
Long, this night, the clouds delay......... II, 320
Loud roared the dreadful thunder......... I, 131
Love not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay..... II, 189
Many years have burst upon my forehead ...... II, 299
Maureen, acushla, ah ! why such a frown on you . . I, 78
Me hither from moonlight........... II,128
'Mid dewy pastures girdled with blue air..... I, 352
Mo cheann ban beag, lie still and rest....... II, 240
Mournfully, sing mournfully........... I, 3oa
Mouth of the rose and hair like a cloud...... I, 135
Music has charms to soothe a savage breast..... I, 161
My country, wounded to the heart ... ... II, 483
My eyes are filmed, my beard is gray....... II, 121
My grief on the sea............... I. 4'7
My heart is far from Liffey's tide......... II, 464
My heart is heavy in my breast.......... I, 314
My life is like the summer rose.......... II, 495
" My little one's going to sea " ......... II, '45
My love, still I think that I see her........ II, 266
My love to fight the Saxon goes.......... II, 205
My name is Hugh Reynolds........... II, 394
My name is Patrick Sheehan........... I, 472
My name it is Nell, quite candid I tell....... II, 4°3
My Owen Bawn's hair is of thread of gold spun ... I, 292
My time how happy once and gay........ I, 66
My Ulick is sturdy and strong.......... I, 47°
Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going ... I, 119
No rising column marks the spot......... I> 277
Not a drum was heard............. H» 5X5 |
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