Introduction, by Andrew Lang, to the Swanston Edition, i. ix.
“In winter I get up at night,” xiv. 3
“I read, dear friend, in your dear face,” xiv. 85
“I saw you toss the kites on high,” xiv. 16
“I should like to rise and go,” xiv. 7
“I sit and wait a pair of oars,” xiv. 78
Island Nights’ Entertainments, xvii. 193
Isle, The, of Voices, xvii. 311
“It is not yours, O mother, to complain,” xiv. 90
“It is the season now to go,” xiv. 70