* * * * * Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be, 266 Hang fear, cast away care, 96 Hark! now everything is still, 19 Hark, hark, the lark at Heaven's gate sings, 88 He is gone on the mountain, 245 Her arms across her breast she laid, 339 Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, 200 Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, 108 Here's a health unto His Majesty, 129 Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen, 161 Hide me, O twilight air, 281 Home they brought her warrior dead, 332 Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, 287 How should I your true love know, 83 * * * * * I arise from dreams of thee, 283 I cannot eat but little meat, 7 I come from haunts of coot and hern, 332 I come, I come! ye have called me long, 290 I knew an old wife lean and poor, 328 I lov'd a lass, a fair one, 104 I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hill, 224 I'm sitting on the stile, Mary, 346 In going to my naked bed, 2 In good King Charles's golden days, 222 In her ear he whispered gaily, 315 In the merry month of May, 8 In Wakefield there lives a jolly pinder, 37 I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he, 343 Is there for honest poverty, 178 I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, 118 It is an ancient Mariner, 202 It is the miller's daughter, 340 I travelled among unknown men, 243 It was a blind beggar had long lost his sight, 24 It was a friar of orders gray, 228 It was a lover and his lass, 84 It was a summer evening, 235 It was the frog in the well, 123 It was the time when lilies blow, 312 I've seen the smiling, 238 I wander'd by the brook-side, 347