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INDEX OF FIRST LINES

NO.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough 705
A celuy que pluys eyme en mounde 6 (i)
A child’s plaything for an hour 525
A! Fredome is a noble thing! 13
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! 800
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies 854
A plenteous place is Ireland for hospitable cheer 721
A rose, as fair as ever saw the North 250
A rose for a young head 952
A slumber did my spirit seal 533
A soun tres chere et special 6 (ii)
A star is gone! a star is gone! 651
A street there is in Paris famous 723
A sudden wakin’, a sudden weepin’ 892
A sunny shaft did I behold 568
A sweet disorder in the dress 266
A weary lot is thine, fair maid 559
A wind sways the pines 787
Abou ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) 598
About the little chambers of my heart 886
Above yon sombre swell of land 681
Absent from thee, I languish still 424
Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint 288
Adieu, farewell earth’s bliss! 177
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever 513
Ah, Chloris! that I now could sit 421
Ah! were she pitiful as she is fair 115
Ah, what avails the sceptred race 572
Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me 695
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon 748
Alexis, here she stay’d; among these pines 236
All holy influences dwell within 609
All in the April evening 893
All is best, though we oft doubt 333
All my past life is mine no more 425
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair 567
All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter 735
All that is moulded of iron 948
All the flowers of the spring 227
All the words that I utter 901
All thoughts, all passions, all delights 564
All under the leaves and the leaves of life 392
Allas! my worthi maister honorable 17
Amarantha sweet and fair 355
An ancient chestnut’s blossoms threw 579
And did those feet in ancient time 499
An old man in a lodge within a park 696
And Ishmael crouched beside a crackling briar 947
And, like a dying lady lean and pale 616
And wilt thou leave me thus! 43
And yet I cannot reprehend the flight 123 (III)
Angel, king of streaming morn 521
Angel spirits of sleep 841
April, April 870
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? 213
As doctors give physic by way of prevention 439
As I in hoary winter’s night 119
As I was walking all alane 390
As it fell upon a day 212
As one that for a weary space has lain 839
As ships, becalm’d at eve, that lay 749
As those we love decay, we die in part 458
As we rush, as we rush in the Train 802
As ye came from the holy land 34
As yonder lamp in my vacated room 682
Ask me no more where Jove bestows 297
Ask me why I send you here 262
Ask not the cause why sullen Spring 415
Assemble, all ye maidens, at the door 849
At her fair hands how have I grace entreated 73
At the last, tenderly 751
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly 594
Awake, Æolian lyre, awake 467
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! 848
Away! Away! 474
Away, delights! go seek some other dwelling 218
Away; let nought to Love displeasing 454
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon 624
Bacchus must now his power resign 456
Balow, my babe, lie still and sleep! 35
Bards of Passion and of Mirth 637
Be it right or wrong, these men among 32
Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come 842
Beauty clear and fair 222
Beauty sat bathing by a spring 97
Beauty, sweet Love, is like the morning dew 123 (V)
Before the beginning of years 813
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode 930
Behold her, single in the field 542
Being your slave, what should I do but tend 161
Best and brightest, come away 613
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu 951
Bid me to live, and I will live 274
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav’ns joy 317
Blow, blow, thou winter wind 146
Blown in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon 338
Blue is Our Lady’s colour 882
Bonnie Kilmeny gaed up the glen 528
Brave flowers—that I could gallant it like you 286
Brave lads in olden musical centuries 859
Breathes there the man with soul so dead 560
Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art 644
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew 679
Busy, curious, thirsty fly! 449
By feathers green, across Casbeen 894
By saynt Mary, my lady 38
Bytuene Mershe and Averil 3
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes 487, 520
Call not thy wanderer home as yet 912
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren 225
Calm on the bosom of thy God! 628
Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre 91
Charm me asleep, and melt me so 271
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry 264
Chloe’s a Nymph in flowery groves 407
Clerk Saunders and may Margaret 383
Come away, come away, death 144
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height 714
Come into the garden, Maud 715
Come, let us now resolve at last 428
Come little babe, come silly soul 83
Come live with me and be my Love 131
Come, O Thou Traveller unknown 459
Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace 104
Come, spur away 308
Come then, as ever, like the wind at morning! 915
Come thou, who art the wine and wit 282
Come unto these yellow sands 139
Come, worthy Greek! Ulysses, come 122
Condemn’d to Hope’s delusive mine 461
Consider, O my soul, what morn is this! 857
Corydon, arise, my Corydon! 65
Crabbàd Age and Youth 64
Cupid and my Campaspe play’d 95
Cynthia, to thy power and thee 215
Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench 329
Dark, deep, and cold the current flows 596
Dark to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens 823
Daughter to that good Earl, once President 326
Dear Lord, receive my son, whose winning love 231
Dear love, for nothing less than thee 209
Dear Lucy, you know what my wish is 724
Death, be not proud, though some have callàd thee 211
Deep on the convent-roof the snows 711
‘Do you remember me? or are you proud? 574
Does the road wind uphill all the way? 793
Dorinda’s sparkling wit, and eyes 420
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet 904
Down the blue night the unending columns press 961
Drink to me only with thine eyes 195
Drop, drop, slow tears 229
Earth has not anything to show more fair 534
E’en like two little bank-dividing brooks 284
Elected Silence, sing to me 836
Enough; and leave the rest to Fame! 371
Even such is Time, that takes in trust 87
Ever let the Fancy roam 638
Everyone suddenly burst out singing 959
Fain would I change that note 77
Fair Amoret is gone astray 443
Fair and fair, and twice so fair 111
Fair daffodils, we weep to see 260
Fair is my Love and cruel as she’s fair 123 (I)
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree 261
Fair stood the wind for France 129
False though she be to me and love 442
Fame is a food that dead men eat 829
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing 163
Fear no more the heat o’ the sun 150
Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended 837
Fine knacks for ladies! cheap, choice, brave, and new 66
First came the primrose 775
Flowers nodding gaily, scent in air 922
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race 316
Fly hence, shadows, that do keep 243
Follow a shadow, it still flies you 197
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow! 180
Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet! 181
Foolish prater, what dost thou 360
For Exmoor 797
For her gait, if she be walking 251
For knighthood is not in the feats of warre 40
For trewthe telleth that love is triacle of hevene 12
Forbear, bold youth; all’s heaven here 409
Forget not yet the tried intent 42
Fra bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin 124
Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king 88
From harmony, from heavenly harmony 412
From low to high doth dissolution climb 553
From the forests and highlands 612
From you have I been absent in the spring 167
From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass 573
Full fathom five thy father lies 141
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may 256
Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn 255
Gipsy queen of the night, wraith of the fire-lit dark 937
Give a man a horse he can ride 803
Give all to love 677
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet 86
Give pardon, blessàd soul, to my bold cries 120
Give place, you ladies, and begone! 61
Glad, but not flush’d with gladness 815
Glory be to God for dappled things 835
Go and catch a falling star 206
Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine 510
Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill 759
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand 690
Go, little book, and wish to all 861
Go, lovely Rose 313
God Lyaeus, ever young 221
God of our fathers, known of old 900
God who created me 875
Good-morrow to the day so fair 276
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d 539
Had I the heavens’ embroider’d cloths 905
Had we but world enough, and time 367
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! 490
Hail holy light, ofspring of Heav’n first-born 331
Hail, sister springs 346
Hail to thee, blithe spirit! 615
Hallow the threshold, crown the posts anew! 341
Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be 597
Happy those early days, when I 372
Hard is the stone, but harder still 942
Hark! ah, the Nightingale 761
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings 149
Hark! Now everything is still 226
Hark! the flow of the four rivers 685
Hark! the mavis’ evening sang 520
Hast thou a cunning instrument of play 799
Haylle, comly and clene! Haylle, yong child! 27
He first deceased; she for a little tried 190
He that is by Mooni now 831
He that is down needs fear no fall 378
He that loves a rosy cheek 300
He who has once been happy is for aye 824
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes 725
Hear the voice of the Bard 502
Hear, ye ladies that despise 220
Helen, thy beauty is to me 701
Hence, all you vain delights 223
Hence, heart, with her that must depart 51
Hence loathàd Melancholy 318
Hence vain deluding joyes 319
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee 270
Here a little child I stand 279
Here a pretty baby lies 281
Here by the grey north sea 880
Here doth Dionysia lie 755
Here in the country’s heart 895
Here, in this little Bay 772
Here in this sequester’d close 827
Here lies a most beautiful lady 933
Here she lies, a pretty bud 280
Here they went with smock and crook 965
Hey nonny no! 67
Hey! now the day dawis 56
Hierusalem, my happy home 70
High and solemn mountains guard Rioupàroux 954
High-spirited friend 201
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be 102
His golden locks Time hath to silver turn’d 113
Hither thou com’st: the busy wind all night 377
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! 760
How happy is he born and taught 189
How like a Winter hath my absence been 166
How near me came the hand of Death 247
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest 470
How splendid in the morning glows 955
How vainly men themselves amaze 369
Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber 446
Hyd, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere 16
I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows? 627
I arise from dreams of thee 618
I ask no kind return of love 489
I came into the City and none knew me 896
I cannot change as others do 426
I cannot eat but little meat 57
I dare not ask a kiss 258
I did but look and love awhile 430
I do confess thou’rt smooth and fair 192
I do not love thee!—no! I do not love thee! 699
I dream’d that, as I wander’d by the way 623
I feed a flame within, which so torments me 414
I got me flowers to straw Thy way 290
I hate that drum’s discordant sound 477
I have a mistress, for perfections rare 307
I have been profligate of happiness 920
I have desired to go 834
I have had playmates, I have had companions 587
I heard a bird at dawn 953
I heard a linnet courting 847
I intended an Ode 828
I know a green grass path that leaves the field 921
I know a little garden-close 809
I know a thing that’s most uncommon 451
I know my soul hath power to know all things 189
I know not that the men of old 706
I leant upon a coppice gate 818
I like the hunting of the hare 826
I love, and He loves me again 198
I loved a lass, a fair one 244
I loved him not; and yet now he is gone 571
I loved thee once; I’ll love no more 193
I made another garden, yea 833
I must not grieve my Love, whose eyes would read 123 (VI)
I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong 850
I, my dear, was born to-day 435
I need not go 820
I play’d with you’ mid cowslips blowing 602
I pray thee, leave, love me no more 126
I said—Then, dearest, since’ tis so 736
I saw fair Chloris walk alone 404
I saw my Lady weep 75
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn 655
I saw where in the shroud did lurk 589
I sing of a maiden 26
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife 584
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless 686
I that in heill was and gladnàss 24
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide 552
I thought once how Theocritus had sung 688
I took my heart in my hand 792
I travell’d among unknown men 531
I wander’d lonely as a cloud 544
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree 903
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight 858
I wish I were where Helen lies 397
I, with whose colours Myra dress’d her head 106
Ich am of Irlaunde 2
Ichot a burde in boure bryht 5
I’d a dream to-night 667
I’d wed you without herds, without money or rich array 720
I’m wearin’ awa’, John 526
I’ve heard them lilting at our ewe-milking 480
Iesu, swete sone dere! 8
If all the world and love were young 132
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song 471
If doughty deeds my lady please 483
If I had thought thou couldst have died 611
If I should die, think only this of me 960
If rightly tuneful bards decide 473
If the quick spirits in your eye 298
If the red slayer think he slays 680
If there were dreams to sell 676
If thou hast squander’d years to grave a gem 907
If thou must love me, let it be for naught 691
If thou wilt ease thine heart 675
If to be absent were to be 353
In a drear-nighted December 639
In a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay 53
In a quiet water’d land, a land of roses 866
In a valley of this restles mind 29
In a after days when grasses high 830
In Clementina’s artless mien 578
In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept 54
In me, past, present, future meet 958
In ruling well what guerdon? Life runs low 811
In Scarlet town, where I was born 399
In somer when the shawes be sheyne 25
In the highlands, in the country places 860
In the hour of death, after this life’s whim 967
In the hour of my distress 283
In the merry month of May 82
In the morning light my damson showed 941
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 563
Into the silver night 856
Into the skies, one summer’s day 765
Is it so small a thing 763
‘Is my team ploughing’ 879
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller 934
It fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day 387
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free 535
It is an ancient Mariner 562
It is not, Celia, in our power 417
It is not death, that sometime in a sigh 657
It is not growing like a tree 204
It is not to be thought of that the flood 540
It is the miller’s daughter 709
It was a dismal and a fearful night 361
It was a lover and his lass 147
It was a’ for our rightfu’ King 519
It was the Rainbow gave thee birth 926
It was not in the Winter 659
It was not like your great and gracious ways! 770
It was the Winter wilde 315
Its edges foam’d with amethyst and rose 911
Jenny kiss’d me when we met 600
John Anderson, my jo, John 511
Kindly watcher by my bed, lift no voice in prayer 805
Know, Celia, since thou art so proud 301
Last night, ah, yesternight betwixt her lips and mine 913
Last night, among his fellow roughs 722
Late at een, drinkin’ the wine 382
Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son 328
Lay a garland on my herse 216
Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust 105
Lenten ys come with love to toune 4
Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge 10
Let me go forth, and share 871
Let me not to the marriage of true minds 172
Let not Death boast his conquering power 395
Let others sing of Knights and Paladines 123 (VII)
Let the bird of loudest lay 154
Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice 344
Life! I know not what thou art 488
Life (priest and poet say) is but a dream 582
Like the Idalian queen 233
Like thee I once have stemm’d the sea of life 486
Like to Diana in her summer weed 114
Like to the clear in highest sphere 110
Lily on liquid roses floating 601
Listen to me, as when ye heard our father 663
Lo, quhat it is to love 52
London, thou art of townes A per se 22
Long I follow’d happy guides 678
Long-expected one-and-twenty 460
Look not thou on beauty’s charming 558
Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band 433
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back 294
Love guards the roses of thy lips 109
Love in fantastic triumph sate 423
Love in my bosom like a bee 107
Love is a sickness full of woes 121
Love is and was my Lord and King 716
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning 807
Love is the blossom where there blows 241
Love not me for comely grace 80
Love, thou art absolute, sole Lord 347
Love wing’d my Hopes and taught me how to fly 71
Lully, lulley; lully, lulley 28
Maidens, kilt your skirts and go 867
Marie Hamilton’s to the kirk gane 385
Mark where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like 785
Martial, the things that do attain 49
Mary! I want a lyre with other strings 484
May! Be thou never graced with birds that sing 253
May! queen of blossoms 595
Me so oft my fancy drew 246
Men grew sae cauld, maids sae unkind 664
Merry Margaret 38
Methought I saw my late espousàd Saint 330
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour 538
Mine be a cot beside the hill 586
More love or more disdain I crave 416
Mortality, behold and fear! 242
Most glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day 94
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep 925
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel 577
Mother of God! no lady thou 883
Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! 636
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold 641
Music, when soft voices die 625
Must I then see, alas! eternal night 230
My blood so red 394
My Damon was the first to wake 494
My days among the Dead are past 569
My dead love came to me and said 897
My dear and only Love, I pray 343
My delight and thy delight 840
My faint spirit was sitting in the light 620
My grief on the sea 881
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 631
My heart is high above, my body is full of bliss 60
My heart is like a singing bird 790
My heart leaps up when I behold 546
My lady walks her morning round 698
My little Son, who look’d from thoughtful eyes 771
My life closed twice before its close 788
My Love in her attire doth show her wit 72
My love is of a birth as rare 366
My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming 168
My lute, awake! perform the last 46
My mother bore me in the southern wild 501
My noble, lovely, little Peggy 437
My Peggy is a young thing 448
My Phillis hath the morning sun 108
My soul, sit thou a patient looker-on 285
My soul, there is a country 373
My spotless love hovers with purest wings 123 (II)
My thoughts hold mortal strife 238
My true love hath my heart, and I have his 98
Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew 585
Near to the silver Trent 128
Never seek to tell thy love 506
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore 186
New doth the sun appear 239
News from a foreign country came 410
Nightingales warbled without 717
No coward soul is mine 747
No more in any house can I be at peace 957
No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist 635
No, no, poor suff’ring Heart, no Change endeavour 413
No thyng is to man so dere 11
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away 740
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note 610
Not, Celia, that I juster am 422
Not unto us, O Lord 889
Now first, as I shut the door 944
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white 713
Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly 730
Now the lusty spring is seen 219
Now the shiades o’ the elems da stratch muore an muore 669
Now winter nights enlarge 184
Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room 547
O Brignall banks are wild and fair 557
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done 752
O come, soft rest of cares! come, Night! 117
O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes 796
O, fast her amber blood doth flow 648
O for some honest lover’s ghost 334
O friend! I know not which way I must look 537
O goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung 633
O happy dames! that may embrace 48
O happy Tithon! if thou know’st thy hap 228
O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem 160
O I forbid you, maidens a’ 380
O, I hae come from far away 741
O joy of creation 816
O let me be in loving nice 884
O lusty May, with Flora queen! 59
O many a day have I made good ale in the glen 646
O Mary, at thy window be 507
O Memory, thou fond deceiver 482
O mistress mine, where are you roaming? 143
O mortal folk, you may behold and see 41
O my Dark Rosaleen 672
O my deir hert, Young Jesus sweit 33
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose 517
O never say that I was false of heart 171
O paleys, whylom croune of houses alle 14
O saw ye bonnie Lesley 514
O saw ye not fair Ines? 658
O sing unto my roundelay 493
O soft embalmer of the still midnight! 643
O Sorrow! 630
O that ’twere possible 719
O the sad day! 418
O thou, by Nature taught 469
O thou that swing’st upon the waving hair 356
O thou undaunted daughter of desires! 348
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down 498
O Time! who know’st a lenient hand to lay 523
O, to have a little house! 950
O, to be in England 739
O turn away those cruel eyes 406
O waly, waly, up the bank 398
O were my Love yon lilac fair 516
O what a plague is love! 402
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms 640
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being 617
O world, be nobler, for her sake! 916
O world invisible, we view thee 873
O would I were where I would be! 403
O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she 15
Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw 508
Of all the flowers rising now 766
Of all the girls that are so smart 455
Of all the torments, all the cares 440
Of Nelson and the North 591
Of Neptune’s empire let us sing 183
Of on that is so fayr and bright 9
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door 697
Oft, in the stilly night 593
Often I think of the beautiful town 694
Often rebuked, yet always back returning 744
Oh how comely it is and how reviving 332
Oh some are fond of red wine, and some are fond of white 939
On a day—alack the day! 134
On a starr’d night Prince Lucifer uprose 786
On a time the amorous Silvy 81
On either side the river lie 708
On parent knees, a naked new-born child 492
On the deck of Patrick Lynch’s boat I sat in woful plight 743
On the wide level of a mountain’s head 566
On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble 878
Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee 536
One more Unfortunate 662
One word is too often profaned 622
Only a man harrowing clods 822
O’re the smooth enameld green 320
Orpheus with his lute made trees 153
Others abide our question. Thou art free 762
Out of the earth to rest or range 940
Out of the night that covers me 853
Out upon it, I have loved 335
Over hill, over dale 137
Over the mountains 401
Over the sea our galleys went 726
Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! 214
Passions are liken’d best to floods and streams 84
Past ruin’d Ilion Helen lives 575
Peace, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on? 865
Perhaps, long hence, when I have pass’d away 819
Phœbus, arise! 232
Piping down the valleys wild 500
Poet, let passion sleep 946(ii)
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth 174
Praise is devotion fit for mighty minds 311
Pray but one prayer for me’ twixt thy closed lips 806
Proud Maisie is in the wood 556
Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak 576
Pure stream, in whose transparent wave 478
Put out to sea, if wine thou wouldest make 923
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair 194
Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose 457
Quhen Flora had o’erfret the firth 58
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir 938
Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife 665
Red o’er the forest peers the setting sun 626
Released from the noise of the Butcher and Baker 438
Remember me when I am gone away 794
Rest! This little Fountain runs 604
Riches I hold in light esteem 746
Robin sat on gude green hill 20
Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river 674
Rorate coeli desuper! 23
Rose-cheek’d Laura, come 179
Roses, their sharp spines being gone 151
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea 734
Royal Charlie’s now awa’ 463
Sabrina fair 323
Say, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil 187
Say not the struggle naught availeth 750
Says Tweed to Till 393
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frown’d 548
Seamen three! What men be ye? 603
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! 634
See how the flowers, as at parade 365
See the Chariot at hand here of Love 199
See what a mass of gems the city wears 919
See where she sits upon the grassie greene 89
See with what simplicity 368
Sense with keenest edge unusàd 844
Seven weeks of sea, and twice seven days of storm 825
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day? 155
Shall I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel 814
Shall I thus eve-long, and be no whit the neare? 62
Shall I, wasting in despair 245
She beat the happy pavàment 354
She comes not when Noon is on the roses 906
She dwelt among the untrodden ways 530
She fell away in her first ages spring 93
She is not fair to outward view 652
She pass’d away like morning dew 653
She said, ‘They gave me of their best 852
She stood breast-high amid the corn 660
She walks in beauty, like the night 607
She walks—the lady of my delight 851
She was a phantom of delight 543
She who to Heaven more heaven doth annex 342
She’s somewhere in the sunlight strong 908
Should auld acquaintance be forgot 509
Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night 269
Since first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye 78
Since I noo mwore do zee your feëace 668
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part 127
Sing his praises that doth keep 217
Sing lullaby, as women do 55
Sister, awake! close not your eyes! 76
Sleep, our lord, and for thy peace 956
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright 504
So shuts the marigold her leaves 252
So, we’ll go no more a-roving 606
Softly, O midnight Hours! 742
Sombre and rich, the skies 909
Some vex their souls with jealous pain 429
Some years ago, ere time and taste 670
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife 476
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king 176
Stand close around, ye Stygian set 580
Stay, O sweet, and do not rise! 205
Steer, hither steer your wingàd pines 249
Stern Daughter of the voice of God! 545
Still do the stars impart their light 340
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doom’d to wear 745
Still to be neat, still to be drest 196
Strange fits of passion have I known 529
Strew on her roses, roses 758
Sublime—invention ever young 479
Sumer is icumen in 1
Sunset and evening star 718
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs 374
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind 551
Sweet are the ways of death to weary feet 810
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes 272
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright 289
Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv’st unseen 322
Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers 650
Sweet rois of vertew and of gentilness 21
Sweet Spring, thou turn’st with all thy goodly train 235
Sweet western wind, whose luck it is 257
Sweetest Saviour, if my soul 292
Swiftly walk o’er the western wave 619
Take, O take those lips away 148
Tanagra! think not I forget 570
Tarry a moment, happy feet 917
Tarye no lenger; toward thyn herytage 18
Tell me not of a face that’s fair 363
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind 352
Tell me not what too well I know 581
Tell me where is Fancy bred 142
Th’ expense of Spirit in a waste of shame 173
Thank Heaven! the crisis 702
That time of year thou may’st in me behold 162
That which her slender waist confined 312
That zephyr every year 234
The angels’ eyes, whom veils cannot deceive 118
The beauty and the life 237
The blessàd Damozel lean’d out 779
The boat is chafing at our long delay 868
The chough and crow to roost are gone 524
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day 465
The day begins to droop 845
The days are sad, it is the Holy tide 693
The feathers of the willow 801
The forward youth that would appear 364
The Gods are happy 764
The glories of our blood and state 296
The gray sea and the long black land 733
The Indian weed witheràd quite 400 (I)
The irresponsive silence of the land 795
The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece! 608
The king sits in Dunfermline town 381
The Lady Mary Villiers lies 302
The lark now leaves his wat’ry nest 309
The last and greatest Herald of Heaven’s King 240
The lovely lass o’Inverness 518
The maidens came 30 (ii)
The man of life upright 185
The merchant, to secure his treasure 434
The moth’s kiss, first! 732
The murmur of the mourning ghost 774
The naked earth is warm with spring 962
The night has a thousand eyes 863
The Nightingale, as soon as April bringeth 101
The rain set early in to-night 729
The red rose whispers of passion 838
The ring, so worn as you behold 496
The Rose was sick and smiling died 263
The seas are quiet when the winds give o’er 314
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings 47
The spacious firmament on high 444
The splendour falls on castle walls 712
The Star that bids the Shepherd fold 321
The sun descending in the west 505
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain 358
The twentieth year is wellnigh past 485
The wind flapped loose, the wind was still 780
The wind’s on the wold 808
The wine of Love is music 804
The world is too much with us; late and soon 549
The world’s great age begins anew 614
The year’s at the spring 728
The young May moon is beaming, love 592
Thee too, modest tressàd maid 522
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now 164
There ance was a may, and she lo’ed na men 441
There are two births; the one when light 339
There is a garden in her face 178
There is a Lady sweet and kind 79
There is a silence where hath been no sound 656
There is no fire of the crackling boughs 778
There is sweet music here that softer falls 710
There lived a wife at Usher’s well 388
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream 550
There were three ravens sat on a tree 389
There were twa sisters sat in a bour 386
There’s a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield 898
There’s a woman like a dew-drop, she’s so purer than the purest 731
There’s not a nook within this solemn Pass 554
These, in the day when heaven was falling 877
They all were looking for a king 777
They are all gone into the world light! 375
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter 914
They flee from me that sometime did me seek 45
They shut the road through the woods 899
They that have power to hurt and will do none 165
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead 768
Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die 782
This ae nighte, this ae nighte 391
This is a spray the Bird clung to 738
This is the Chapel: here, my son 891
This is the place 929
This little vault, this narrow room 303
This winter’s weather it waxeth cold 36
Thou art to all lost love the best 275
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness 632
Thou wast all that to me, love 703
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies 411
Though beauty be the mark of praise 200
Three years she grew in sun and shower 532
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts 756
Through that pure Virgin-shrine 376
Throw away Thy rod 291
Thus the Mayne glideth 727
Thy bosom is endearàd with all hearts 158
Thy restless feet now cannot go 350<
Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep 431
Tiger, tiger, burning bright 503
Time is the feather’d thing 304
’Tis a dull sight 704
To all you ladies now at land 419
To fair Fidele’s grassy tomb 472
To him who in the love of Nature holds 645
To live within a cave—it is most good 798
To me, fair friend, you never can be old 169
To mute and to material things 561
To my true king I offer’d free from stain 666
To the Ocean now I fly 324
To thee, fair freedom! I retire 464
To these whom death again did wed 351
To-day’s house makes to-morrow’s road 966
To-night retired, the queen of heaven 475
Too late for love, too late for joy 789
Too solemn for day, too sweet for night 647
Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles 817
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank 379
Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet? 753
Tune thy music to thy heart 68
’Twas on a lofty vase’s side 468
’Twas the dream of a God 864
’Twould ring the bells of Heaven 932
Under the arch of Life, where love and death 781
Under the greenwood tree 145
Under the wide and starry sky 862
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward 783
Underneath this myrtle shade 359
Underneath this sable herse 254
Unhappy Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state 90
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! 689
Up the airy mountain 776
Upon my lap my sovereign sits 175
Urns and odours bring away! 152
Veil not thy mirror, sweet Amine 673
Venus, take my votive glass 436
Verse, a breeze ’mid blossoms straying 565
Vital spark of heav’nly flame! 453
Waes-hael for knight and dame! 683
Wales England wed; so I was bred. 874
We are the music makers 832
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee 949
We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest 349
We swing ungirded hips 964
We, that did nothing study but the way 287
We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night 661
We were playing on the green together 887
We were young, we were merry, we were very very wise 885
We’ve trod the maze of error round 495
Weave the warp, and weave the woof 466
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan 224
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee 116
Weep with me, all you that read 203
Weep you no more, sad fountains 74
Welcome, maids of honour! 259
Welcome, welcome! do I sing 248
Well then! I now do plainly see 362
Were I as base as is the lowly plain 125
Western wind, when will thou blow 31
What beck’ning ghost, along the moonlight shade 452
What bird so sings, yet so does wail? 96
What conscience, say, is it in thee 273
What have I done for you 855
What is this life if, full of care 928
What is your substance, whereof are you made 159
What needs complaints 277
What nymph should I admire or trust 432
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? 963
What should I say? 44
What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see 50
What was he doing, the great god Pan 687
When as the chill Charokko blows 400 (II)
When by thy scorn, O murd’ress, I am dead 207
When by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked 784
When, Cœlia, must my old day set 408
When daisies pied and violets blue 135
When, dearest, I but think of thee 337
When Death to either shall come 846
When fishes flew and forests walked 931
When God at first made Man 293
When I am dead, my dearest 791
When I consider how my light is spent 327
When I had money, money, O! 927
When I have borne in memory what has tamed 541
When I have fears that I may cease to be 642
When I lie where shades of darkness 935
When I some antique Jar behold 450
When I survey the bright 306
When icicles hang by the wall 136
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes 156
When in the chronicle of wasted time 170
When Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year 700
When like the rising day 671
When Love with unconfinàd wings 357
When lovely woman stoops to folly 481
When maidens such as Hester die 588
When men shall find thy flow’r, thy glory, pass 123 (IV)
When our two souls stand up erect and strong 692
When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies 910
When the fierce North-wind with his airy forces 445
When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces 812
When the lamp is shatter’d 621
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom 869
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame 491
When the world is burning 754
When thou must home to shades of underground 182
When thou, poor Excommunicate 299
When thy beauty appears 447
When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought 157
When we two parted 605
When we were idlers with the loitering rills 654
When whispering strains doe softly steal 405
When you and I have play’d the little hour 888
When you destroy a blade of grass 936
When you are old and gray and full of sleep 902
When youthful faith hath fled 629
Whenas in silks my Julia goes 267
Whenas the rye reach to the chin 112
Where, like a pillow on a bed 208
Where the bee sucks, there suck I 140
Where the pools are bright and deep 527
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles 737
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown 872
Where the remote Bermudas ride 370
Wherefore, unlaurell’d Boy 649
Whether on Ida’s shady brow 497
While that the sun with his beams hot 63
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding 843
Who hath his fancy pleasàd 99
Who is it that, this dark night 100
Who is Silvia? What is she? 133
Whoe’er she be 345
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm 210
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant 555
Why do you hide, O dryads! when we seek 943
Why does your brand sae drop wi’ blude 384
Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why 427
Why, having won her, do I woo? 769
Why I tie about thy wrist 268
Why so pale and wan, fond lover? 336
William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough 821
With all my will, but much against my heart 773
With blackest moss the flower-pots 707
With deep affection 684
With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the skies! 103
With leaden foot Time creeps along 462
With lifted feet, hands still 876
With margerain gentle 37
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children 918
Worschippe ye that loveris bene this May 19
Wouldst thou hear what Man can say 202
Wrong not, sweet empress of my heart 85
Wynter wakeneth al my care 7
Years, many parti-colour’d years 583
Ye banks and braes and streams around 515
Ye blushing virgins happy are 305
Ye flowery banks o’bonnie Doon 512
Ye have been fresh and green 278
‘Ye have robb’d,’ said he, ‘ye have slaughter’d and made an end 890
Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands 396
Ye learnàd sisters, which have oftentimes 92
Ye Mariners of England 590
Yes! Beauty still rebels! 946 (i)
Yes. I remember Adlestrop 945
Yes: in the sea of life enisled 757
Yet if His Majesty, our sovereign lord 69
Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more 325
You and I and Amyas 30 (i)
You are a tulip seen to-day 265
You brave heroic minds 130
You meaner beauties of the night 188
You promise heavens free from strife 758
You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced 599
You spotted snakes with double tongue 138
You virgins that did late despair 295
You wear the morning like your dress 924
Your beauty, ripe and calm and fresh 310

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