| No. | Page | |
|---|---|---|
| XVII. | The Wain upon the northern steep | 38 |
| XVIII. | The rain, it streams on stone and hillock | 39 |
| XIX. | In midnights of November | 41 |
| XX. | The night is freezing fast | 43 |
| XXI. | The fairies break their dances | 44 |
| XXII. | The sloe was lost in flower | 45 |
| XXIII. | In the morning, in the morning | 46 |
| XXIV. | He is here, Urania's son | 47 |
| XXV. | 'Tis mute, the word they went to hear | 50 |
| XXVI. | The half-moon westers low, my love | 52 |
| XXVII. | The sigh that heaves the grasses | 53 |
| XXVIII. | Now dreary dawns the eastern light | 54 |
| XXIX. | Wake not for the world-heard thunder | 55 |
| XXX. | I walked alone and thinking | 57 |
| XXXI. | Onward led the road again | 59 |
| XXII. | When I would muse in boyhood | 65 |
| XXIII. | When the eye of day is shut | 66 |
| XXIV. | The orchards half the way | 67 |
| XXXV. | When first my way to fair I took | 69 |
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