Once it smiled a silent dell; [38]
Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands; [54]
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary; [45]
Out of the hills of Habersham; [268]
Prithee tell me, Dimple-Chin; [194]
See, from this counterfeit of him; [185]
Sence little Wesley went, the place seems all so strange and still; [280]
Sky in its lucent splendor lifted; [238]
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn; [69]
Sole Lord of Lords and very King of Kings; [300]