| | |align=right|PAGE |- |align=right|XXI. |align=left|On its bending stalk a bonny flower |align=right|259 |- |align=right|XXII. |align=left|And like myself lone, wholly lone |align=right|261 |- |align=right|XXIII. |align=left|TO THE HORSE BLACK EAGLE, WHICH I RODE AT THE BATTLE OF ZAMORNA |- | |⁠Swart steed of night, thou hast charged thy last |align=right|263 |- |align=right|XXIV. |align=left|All her tresses backward strayed |align=right|264 |- |align=right|XXV. |align=left|The wind was rough which tore |align=right|267 |- |align=right|XXVI. |align=left|His land may burst the galling chain |align=right|268 |- |align=right|XXVII. |align=left|Start not! upon the minster wall |align=right|269 |- |align=right|XXVIII. |align=left|Redbreast, early in the morning |align=right|270 |- |align=right|XXIX. |align=left|Through the hours of yesternight |align=right|271 |- |align=right|XXX. |align=left|Darkness was overtraced on every face |align=right|272 |- |align=right|XXXI. |align=left|Harp of wild and dream-like strain |align=right|273 |- |align=right|XXXII. |align=left|The old church tower and garden wall |align=right|274 |- |align=right|XXXIII. |align=left|There swept adown that dreary glen |align=right|275 |- |align=right|XXXIV. |align=left|In dungeons dark I cannot sing |align=right|276 |- |align=right|XXXV. |align=left|When days of beauty deck the vale |align=right|277 |- |align=right|XXXVI. |align=left|Still beside that dreary water |align=right|278 |- |align=right|XXXVII. |align=left|The evening sun was sinking down |align=right|279 |- |align=right|XXXVIII. |align=left|Fall, leaves, fall, die flowers away |align=right|280 |- |align=right|XXXIX. |align=left|Loud without the wind was roaring |align=right|281 |- |align=right|XL. |align=left|All day I've toiled, but not with pain |align=right|282 |- |align=right|XLI. |align=left|There was a time when my cheek burned |align=right|283 |- |align=right|XLII. |align=left|Mild the mist upon the hill |align=right|284 |- |align=right|XLIII. |align=left|The starry night shall tidings bring |align=right|285 |- |align=right|XLIV. |align=left|The organ swells, the trumpets sound |align=right|287 |- |align=right|XLV. |align=left|What winter floods, what streams of spring |align=right|288 |- |align=right|XLVI. |align=left|None of my kindred now can tell |align=right|289 |- |align=right|XLVII. |align=left|Ladybird! ladybird! fly away home |align=right|291 |- |align=right|XLVIII. |align=left|I've been wandering in the greenwoods |align=right|297 |- |align=right|XLIX. |align=left|May flowers are opening |align=right|298

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