Ressaldar = _the native leader of a _ressala_ or troop of
horse_
Tongue = _a barren and naked strath_--'what geologists
call a fan'
Gut of the Tongue = _the narrowest part of the strath_
dust-devils = _dust-clouds blown by a whirlwind_
CXXVI
_National Observer_, 4th April 1891. At the burning of the
Court-House at Cork, 'Above the portico a flagstaff bearing the
Union Jack remained fluttering in the air for some time, but
ultimately when it fell the crowds rent the air with shouts,
and seemed to see significance in the incident.'--Daily
Papers. _Author's Note._
INDEX
PAGE
A good sword and a trusty hand 207
All is finished! and at length 217
Alone stood brave Horatius 196
Amid the loud ebriety of war 264
And Rustum gazed in Sohrab's face, and said 280
Arm, arm, arm, arm! the scouts are all come in 13
As I was walking all alane 79
Ask nothing more of me, sweet 316
As the spring-tides, with heavy plash 153
At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay 227
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay 232
Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise 200
Attend you, and give ear awhile 73
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones 28
A wet sheet and a flowing sea 148
Beat! beat! drums!--blow! bugles! blow! 257
Bid me to live, and I will live 18
Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear 89
Build me straight, O worthy Master 208
But by the yellow Tiber 183
But see! look up--on Flodden bent 116
By this, though deep the evening fell 119
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms 27
Come, all ye jolly sailors bold 92
Condemned to Hope's delusive mine 45
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud 28
Darkly, sternly, and all alone 156
Day by day the vessel grew 214
Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark 146
Eleven men of England 244
England, queen of the waves, whose green inviolate girdle
enrings thee round 317
Erle Douglas on his milke-white steede 49
Fair stood the wind for France 6
Farewell! farewell! the voice you hear 133
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong 95
Get up! get up for shame! The blooming morn 15
God prosper long our noble king 47
God who created me 328
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine 97
Good Lord Scroope to the hills is gane 64
Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be 147
Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands 322
He has called him forty Marchmen bold 69
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling 90
He spoke, and as he ceased he wept aloud 272
He spoke, and Sohrab kindled at his taunts 267
He spoke; but Rustum gazed, and gazed, and stood 275
High-spirited friend 12
How happy is he born or taught 11
I am the mashed fireman with breast-bone broken 254
If doughty deeds my lady please 88
If sadly thinking 91
I love contemplating, apart 140
In the ship-yard stood the Master 210
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 136
Iphigeneia, when she heard her doom 138
I said, when evil men are strong 105
Is life worth living? Yes, so long 308
It is not growing like a tree 13
It is not to be thought of that the Flood 101
It is not yours, O mother, to complain 326
It was a' for our rightfu' King 99
I wish I were where Helen lies 77
Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border side 329
King Philip had vaunted his claims 324
Lars Porsena of Clusium 179
Last night, among his fellow-roughs 242
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour 102
Mortality, behold and fear 15
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold 179
My boat is on the shore 164
My dear and only love, I pray 31
Next morn the Baron climbed the tower 114
Nobly, nobly Cape St.
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