Some years of late, in eighty-eight, 117 So now is come our joyfullest part, 105 So, we'll go no more a-roving, 279 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king, 9 Still to be neat, still to be drest, 94 Sweet and low, sweet and low, 334 Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, 116 Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town, 318 * * * * * Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, 125 Tell me, where is fancy bred, 91 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, 277 The boy stood on the burning deck, 294 The breaking waves dashed high, 288 The bride cam' out o' the byre, 158 The deil cam' fiddlin' thro' the toun, 184 The feathered songster chanticleer, 161 The fountains mingle with the river, 284 The glories of our blood and state, 10 The harp that once through Tara's halls, 271 The King sits in Dunfermline town, 21 The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great, 198 The lawns were dry in Euston park, 194 The minstrel boy to the war is gone, 275 There be none of Beauty's daughters, 279 There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, 254 There come seven gypsies on a day, 51 There is a garden in her face, 91 There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, 272 There was a youth, a well beloved youth, 65 There was three kings into the East, 190 There were three ladies play'd at the ba', 52 There were three sailors of Bristol city, 341 The splendour falls on castle walls, 331 The stars are with the voyager, 304 The stately homes of England, 291 The time I've lost in wooing, 275 They grew in beauty side by side, 293 Three fishers went sailing out into the west, 350 Tiger, tiger, burning bright, 176 'Tis the last rose of summer, 274 Toll for the brave, 147 Turn, gentle hermit of the dale, 152