AL AARAAF.
O! nothing earthly save the thrill
Of melody in woodland rill.
BIRKET FOSTER _J. Cooper_ 149
Of her who loved a mortal—and so died.
F. R. PICKERSGILL _W. J. Linton_ 152
As sprang that yellow star from downy hours,
Up rose the maiden from her shrine of flowers.
A. M. MADOT _W. Thomas_ 157
High on a mountain of enamelled head—
. . . . . . arose a pile
Of gorgeous columns.
PERCIVAL SKELTON _J. Whymper_ 159
On its margin is sleeping
Full many a maid.
F. R. PICKERSGILL _W. J. Linton_ 166
Was a proud temple called the Parthenon.
PERCIVAL SKELTON _J. Cooper_ 170
TO THE RIVER.
For in his heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies.
BIRKET FOSTER _E. Evans_ 174
TAMERLANE.
We grew in age—and love—together—
Roaming the forest, and the wild.
A. M. MADOT _W. J. Linton_ 181
We walked together on the crown
Of a high mountain.
BIRKET FOSTER _J. Cooper_ 185
A voice came from the threshold stone
Of one whom I had earlier known.
A. M. MADOT _W. J. Linton_ 189
TO ——.
The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds.
BIRKET FOSTER _E. Evans_ 192
FAIRY-LAND.
Dim vales—and shadowy floods—
And cloudy-looking woods.
BIRKET FOSTER _J. Cooper_ 198
THE LAKE.
A wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
BIRKET FOSTER _J. Cooper_ 201
The Head and Tail-pieces and Initial Letters.
W. HARRY ROGERS _E. Evans_
_Under the Superintendence of_ JOSEPH CUNDALL.