“Of speckled eggs, the birdie sings,” xiv. 9
“Of where or how, I nothing know,” xiv. 267
Oise, The, in Flood, i. 55; Down the Oise to Moy, i. 74; Through the Golden Valley, i. 84; To Compiègne, i. 91 Church Interiors, i. 105
“O it’s I that am the captain of a tidy little ship,” xiv. 32
“O, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I,” xiv. 116
“O mother, lay your hand on my brow,” xiv. 92
Olalla, xxi. 127
Old Mortality, ix. 26
Old Scots Gardener, An, ix. 46