“Figure me to yourself, I pray,” xxiii. 287
“He may have been this and that,” xxiv. 190
“Here’s breid an’ wine an’ kebbuck,” xxiii. 257
“Home no more home to me, where must I wander?” (Songs of Travel), xxiv. 303
“I heard the pulse of the besieging sea” (to Colvin), xxiv. 366; xxv. [23] & n. 1
“In the beloved hour that ushers day” (Songs of Travel), xxiv. 240
“I was a barren tree before,” xxv. [366]
“I would shoot you, but I have no bow,” xxiii. 360
“Let us who part like brothers part like bards” (Songs of Travel), xxiv. 378, 380