51, 88, 125

161

TERSTEEGEN, GERHARD (1697-1769)
TOWNSHEND, CHAUNCEY HARE (1800-1868)
TRENCH, RICHARD CHENEVIX, b. 1807.
TURNER, CHARLES (TENNYSON), d. 1879, 4, 9, 12, 13, 25, 27

.

91, 106

VAUGHAN, HENRY (1621-1695), 37, 39, 141, 145, 169, 172,

WESLEY, CHARLES (1708-1788)

72, 74

WILSON, JOHN (CHRISTOPHER NORTH) (1785-1854) 84, 248,

WILLIAMS, ISAAC (1802-1865)

WINKLER, 1713 ·

201, 205

166

140

81

WOMAN'S WORK FOR WOMEN

WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM (1770-1850) 1, 3, 5, 8, 9, 10, 11, 15,
21, 24, 25, 66, 93, 94, 146, 164, 169, 171, 201, 205

WOTTON, SIR HENRY (1568-1639) ·

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ZIHN, JOHANN FRIEDRICH (1682).

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
About the knoll the airs blew fresh and brisk
A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear
Ah! dearest Lord! I cannot pray

Ah! dearest Lord! to feel that Thou art near
All things are yours! Yea, Lord, I know it
All things hang on our possessing

Alone with Thee, my God! alone with Thee
And oh! Beloved ones, my lips are fain

As precious gums are not for lasting fire
As the veil of broidery fine

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13

6

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143

120

129

115

184

163

129

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

Awake, my soul, and with the sun

Be not afraid to pray

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to pray is right

Be useful where thou livest, that they may

Bowed with a burden none can weigh save Thee

Coldly, sadly descends

Come, brethren, let us go

Cyriack, this three-years-day, these eyes, though clear

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Dear Lord! Thou bringest back the morn
Dear night! this world's defeat

Do like a child, and lean, and rest

Earth has not anything to show more fair
Emptied of good, with many cares oppressed
Ere we retired

Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky
Even as a nurse, whose child's imperfect pace
Even in a palace, life may be led well .

Father, before Thy footstool kneeling
Father! replenish with Thy grace

Father! there is no change to live with Thee
Fever, and fret, and aimless stir

For all Thy saints, O Lord.

Forgive the fault, if sometimes on Thy day
For something that abode endued
Forth in Thy name, O Lord, I go

Fret not, poor soul: while doubt and fear

From the awaking of the glorious sun
Full often as I rove by path or stile.

God liveth ever

Go thou into thy closet; shut thy door.

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39

144

201

119
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8

142

89

53

117

147

48

185

199

64

74

I 59

122

12

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86

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer

He spake of love, such love as spirits feel
He who hath led will lead

He with good gifts that most is blest

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167

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169
190

How does Death speak of our beloved

How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean
How happy is he born and taught

How oft I've watched thee from the garden croft.
How peacefully the broad and golden moon .
How shall I know thee, in the sphere which keeps
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth .
Humble, teachable, and mild

I love my God! but with no love of mine.
I need not leave the jostling world
Infinite Spirit! who art round us ever

In Heavenly Love abiding

I see them far away

I sought you, friends of youth, in sun and shade

I thank Thee, Father, that the night is near

I think we are too ready with complaint

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free

I was sitting alone toward the twilight.

It is not growing like a tree

I was thy neighbor once, thou rugged pile

Just to let thy Father do

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15

67

Let me not deem that I was made in vain
Let nothing make thee sad or fretful
Life! I know not what thou art

Life, with yon lambs, like day, is just begun
Lo, fainter now lie spread the shades of night
Long had I wavered 'twixt belief and doubt.
Lord, if our dwelling-place Thou art

Lord, I have lain . .

Lord of eternal truth and might

Lord, what a change within us one short hour
Lord! who art merciful as well as just
Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round

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109

Master, to do great work for Thee my hand.
Methought, that in a solemn church I stood
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour
Most sweet it is, with unuplifted eyes
My heart is fixed on One above

My Lord, if I had chosen

My mind was ruffled with small cares to-day
My soul, there is a country.

Not in the solitude

O blessed life! the heart at rest

O brooding Spirit of Wisdom and of Love

O dearer far than light and life are dear

O Father, hear . .

O Father! I have sinnéd. I have done

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108

171

55

47

109

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