INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POEMS About that strangest, saddest, sweetest song, A certain neighbor lying sick to death, 932. Ah, but how each loved each, Marquis! 914. Ah, George Bubb Dodington Lord Melcombe, Ah, Love, but a day, 373. Ah, the bird-like fluting, 999. A king lived long ago, 140. All I believed is true, 255. All I can say is-I saw it! 811. All June I bound the rose in sheaves, 190. All's over then does truth sound bitter, 170. All the breath and the bloom of the year in the Among these latter busts we count by scores, 283. Anyhow, once full Dervish, youngsters came, A Rabbi told me: On the day allowed, 906. As I ride, as I ride, 165. Ask not one least word of praise! 941. "As like as a Hand to another Hand!" 375. "Ay, but, Ferishtah," 939. a disciple smirked, 66 Fame!" Yes, I said it and you read it. First, 859. Fire is in the flint: true, once a spark escapes, First 1 salute this soil of the blessed, river and Flame at my footfall, Parnassus! Apollo, 948. Flower o' the broom, 342. Fortù, Fortù, my beloved one, 260. Frowned the Laird on the Lord: So, red-handed Give her but a least excuse to love me, 137. Grand rough old Martin Luther, 266. Gr-r-r-there go, my heart's abhorrence! 167. Had I but plenty of money, money enough and Hamelin Town 's in Brunswick, 268. Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes, 36. Here is a thing that happened. Like wild Here's my case. Of old I used to love him, Here's the garden she walked across, 166. Here was I with my arm and heart, 380. High in the dome, suspended, of Hell, sad Hist, but a word, fair and soft! 195. How I lived, ere my human life began, 1004. How strange! - but, first of all, the little fact, How very hard it is to be, 327. I am a goddess of the ambrosial courts, 337. 341. I dream of a red-rose tree, 193. If a stranger passed the tent of Hóseyn, he If one could have that little head of hers, 396. I hear a voice, perchance I heard, 22. I know a Mount, the gracious Sun perceives, I know there shall dawn a day, 1005. I leaned on the turf, 374. I-" Next Poet?" No, my hearties, 807. I said - Then, dearest, since 't is so, 267. I send my heart up to thee, all my heart, 262. It seems as if... or did the actual chance, 959. John, Master of the Temple of God, 280. Just for a handful of silver he left us, 164. Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, 163. King Charles, and who 'll do him right now? "Knowledge deposed, then!"— groaned whom Last night I saw you in my sleep, 989. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone Let the watching lids wink! 130. 66 Look, I strew beans," 942. corpse, 279. Man I am and man would be, Love- merest May I print, Shelley, how it came to pass, 821. My grandfather says he remembers he saw, My heart sank with our Claret-flask, 166. Nay but you, who do not love her, 170. Never the time and the place, 928. No protesting, dearest! 814. Not with my Soul, Love!-bid no soul like Now, don't, sir! Don't expose me! Just this Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, 168. Of the million or two, more or less, 254. Oh Galuppi, Baldassare, this is very sad to Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, Oh Love! Love, thou that from the eyes diffus- Oh, Love-no, Love! All the noise below, Oh, the beautiful girl, too white, 377. Oh, what a dawn of day! 172. Oh worthy of belief I hold it was, 909. Once I saw a chemist take a pinch of powder, One day, it thundered and lightened, 916. On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred O the old wall here! How I could pass, 802. O trip and skip, Elvire! Link arm in arm with Out of the little chapel I burst, 316. Out of your whole life give but a moment! 988. Over the ball of it, 810. Over the sea our galleys went, 38. Said Abner, "At last thou art come! Ere I Savage I was sitting in my house, late, lone, See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, 170. succeeds, 947. Sing me a hero! Quench my thirst, 887. Some people hang portraits up, 396. Love? 988. Say the foolish so, So, the head aches and the limbs are faint! 936. So, the year's done with! 170. Stand still, true poet that you are! 195. Still ailing, Wind? Wilt be appeased or no? Still you stand, still you listen, still you smile! Stop, let me have the truth of that! 379. Stop rowing! This one of our bye-canals, 994. Supposed of Pamphylax the Antiochene, 385. Take the cloak from his face, and at first, 194. That second time they hunted me, 258. That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, 252. The blind man to the maiden said, 910. The gods I ask deliverance from these labors, The gray sea and the long black land, 170. The Poet's age is sad: for why? 987. "The poets pour us wine-" 827. The rain set early in to-night, 286. There is nothing to remember in me, 376. There's a palace in Florence, the world knows There's a woman like a dew-drop, she 's so There's heaven above, and night by night, 341. The year's at the spring, 133. 16 They tell me, your carpenters," quoth I to 'T was Bedford Special Assize, one daft Mid- Up jumped Tokay on our table, 166. Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! 348. Wanting is what? 911. We two stood simply friend-like side by side, We were two lovers; let me lie by her, 812. What girl but, having gathered flowers, 988. What, I disturb thee at thy morning meal, 938. When I vexed you and you chid me, 937. 171. Why from the world, Ferishtah smiled, should Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best, Will you hear my story also, 911. Wind, wave, and bark, bear Euthukles and Wish no word unspoken, want no look away, Woe, he went galloping into the war, 987. Would it were I had been false, not you! 378. - Yet womanhood you reverence, 993. You have seen better days, dear? So have I, You in the flesh and here, 989. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon, 251. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, 178. |