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Rh ast night a shape of fear, II, 167. Last night I dreamed, mine enemy, II, 125. Leaving my tent once as the dawn grew fair, I, 187. Let me believe you, love, or let me die! I, 41. Life has its limitations manifold, I, 180. Life is like a beauteous flower, I, 120. Life laid upon his forehead a caress, I, 169. Listen, O listen! 'T is the thrush—God bless him! I, 190. Little sister, everywhere, I, 84. Live thy life gallantly and undismayed, I, 234. Love came into the world and said, II, 80. Love conquers Death by night and day, II, 233. Love, dost thou smile, believing thou shalt cheat, II, 4. Love has no foes; where'er he goes, II, 188. Love is dying; lay him low, II, 145. Love is enough: were all we fondly cherish, II, 249. Love is passing through the street, I, 140. Love never is too late; it sums, I, 166. Love sailed at morn in a fragile bark, I, 163. Love that faltered for an hour, II, 139.

aiden of the laughing eyes, I, 24. Man, that will not be beguiled, I, 200. Methinks, the Blessèd was content, her journey overpast, II, 235. Midst noble monuments, alone at eve, I, 224. Midst rejoicings I have wept, II, 185. Might I return to that May-day of gladness, II, 175. My brother's face is turned from me, II, 81. My friend leaned o'er the flowery brink, I, 227. My garden, long time desolate, II, 195. My laddie's a' the world to me! II, 27. My love is fairer than the tasselled corn, I, 212. My parents had great joy, I wis, I, 94. My soul is fain to drink of joy, II, 177. My store is spent; I am fain to borrow, I, 116. My true-love's eyes are a surprise, I, 153.

ear where the royal victims fell, II, 204. No more, dear heart—no more I moan, II, 180. Not far from Paris, in fair Fontainebleau, II, 251. Nothing that man's creative mind hath wrought, II, 136.