Blanche Roosevelt, who was principally concerned in putting it on the stage, and who took the part of Pandora, the following song and chorus: What place is this? Oh tell me, I implore! What forms mysterious people this dark space? And who are these, so fair in form and face, That with such gracious welcome come to meet me? CHORUS. Blow, bellows, blow! and keep the flame from dying, We forge the thunderbolts of Zeus supreme, After the first five volumes of the poetical works had been printed, there came into the hands of the editor the manuscript memorandum book in which Mr. Longfellow was accustomed to set down the productions of each year. The book contained some information beyond what had already been given respecting the dates of the several poems, and in one instance furnished a correction. By means of this record it became possible to make out the Chronological List which closes the Appendix to this volume, with greater fulness and accuracy, and to supply thus certain deficiencies of date in the previous volumes. At the outset of publication acknowledgment was made of the assistance rendered by the poet's brother and biographer, the Rev. Samuel Long fellow. Had the work of preparation then been completed, stronger terms of gratitude would have been used. It was not possible to foresee how much this edition would owe to his generous and constant aid. INDEX OF FIRST LINES A blind man is a poor man, and poor a blind man is, viii. 282. After so long an absence, v. 75. A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks, v. 77. A gift of God! O perfect day, v. 70. A handful of red sand, from the hot clime, iii. 273. Ah, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us, vi. 211. Ah, Love, iii. 155. Ah me! ah me! when thinking of the years, viii. 346. Ah! thou moon that shinest, iii. 153. Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me, iii. 260. A little bird in the air, vi. 90. Allah gives light in darkness, viii. 288. All are architects of Fate, iii. 272. All are sleeping, weary heart, iii. 139. All day has the battle raged, vi. 104. All houses wherein men have lived and died, v. 26. All the old gods are dead, vi. 77. Am I a king, that I should call my own, v. 239. A mill-stone and the human heart are driven ever round, viii. 283. A mist was driving down the British Channel, v. 24. Among the many lives that I have known, v. 211. An angel with a radiant face, viii. 322. And King Olaf heard the cry, vi. 56. And now, behold! as at the approach of morning, viii. 333. And thou, O River of To-morrow, flowing, v. 215. And when the kings were in the field, — their squadrons in array, viii. 210. - And whither goest thou, gentle sigh, viii. 298. Annie of Tharaw, my true love of old, viii. 277. An old man in a lodge within a park, v. 200. Arise, O righteous Lord, vii. 432. As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, v. 207. As a pale phantom with a lamp, v. 266. A soldier of the Union mustered out, v. 205. As one who long hath fled with panting breath, v. 265. As the birds come in the Spring, v. 257. As the dim twilight shrouds, iii. 300. As treasures that men seek, viii. 183. As unto the bow the cord is, iv. 183. At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, v. 67. - At La Chaudeau, — 't is long since then, viii. 327. At the foot of the mountain height, viii. 304. A vision as of crowded city streets, v. 200. A wind came up out of the sea, v. 58. A youth, light-hearted and content, viii. 275. Barabbas is my name, vii. 115. Baron Castine of St. Castine, vi. 179. Beautiful lily, dwelling by still rivers, v. 125. Beautiful valley! through whose verdant meads, v. 87. Becalmed upon the sea of Thought, v. 259. Behold! a giant am I, v. 253. Bell! thou soundest merrily, viii. 267. Beside the ungathered rice he lay, iii. 88. Beware! the Israelite of old, who tore, iii. 96. Black are the moors before Kazan, viii. 352. Black shadows fall, v. 13. Blind Bartimeus at the gates, iii. 73; vii. 95. Bright Sun! that, flaming through the mid-day sky, viii. 411. Build me straight, O worthy Master, iii. 245. Burn, O evening hearth, and waken, v. 129. But yesterday these few and hoary sheaves, viii. 412. By his evening fire the artist, iii. 279. By the shore of Gitche Gumee, iv. 274. By yon still river, where the wave, iii. 299. Can it be the sun descending, iv. 200. Christ to the young man said: Yet one thing more, iii. 288. Clear honor of the liquid element, viii. 413. Cold, cold is the north wind and rude is the blast, iii. 289. Come from thy caverns dark and deep, v. 171. Come, my beloved, vii. 35. Come, O Death, so silent flying, viii. 218. Come, old friend! sit down and listen, iii. 229. Come to me, O ye children, v. 60. Dark is the morning with mist; in the narrow mouth of the harbor, v. 247. Dead he lay among his books, v. 236. Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, iii. 207. Don Nuno, Count of Lara, viii. 207. Dost thou see on the rampart's height, v. 122. Dowered with all celestial gifts, v. 149. Down from yon distant mountain height, viii. 353. Each heart has its haunted chamber, v. 74. Every flutter of the wing, v. 162. Eyes so tristful, eyes so tristful, viii. 217. Far and wide among the nations, iv. 250. Filled is Life's goblet to the brim, iii. 74. Flooded by rain and snow, v. 168. Flow on, sweet river! like his verse, v. 282. Forms of saints and kings are standing, viii. 279. For thee was a house built, viii. 289. Forth from the curtain of clouds, from the tent of purple and scarlet, iv. 343. Forth rolled the Rhine-stream strong and deep, viii. 417. Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, iv. 167. Four by the clock! and yet not day, v. 273. Four limpid lakes, - four Naiades, v. 264. From the outskirts of the town, v. 78. From the river's plashy bank, iii. 297. From this high portal, where upsprings, viii. 323. |