Art thou pale for weariness Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers As I was walking all alane that lay. A slumber did my spirit seal A sweet disorder in the dress. At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears 21 257 275 37 21 90 181 400 220 363 454 78 256 199 Avenge, O Lord! Thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones Awake, awake, my Lyre 51 132 84 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night 341 Being your slave, what should I do but tend Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy Break, break, break Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art Call for the robin redbreast and the wren Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height PAGE 104 26 361 197 29 32 62 22 27 366 Come hither, Evan Cameron 392 368 4 339 5 31 Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move Fair pledges of a fruitful tree. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove Forget not yet the tried intent Four Seasons fill the measure of the year From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony Gather ye rose-buds while ye may 91 29 72 187 PAGE Give her but a least excuse to love me 373 Go fetch to me a pint o' wine 127 Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill 424 76 Hence, all you vain delights 86 94 98 75 184 Let me count the ways 335 63 How like a winter hath my absence been. I do not love thee !-no! I do not love thee I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way If thou must love me, let it be for nought 334 If thou survive my well-contented day 29 If to be absent were to be 83 If women could be fair, and yet not fond. 26 I have had playmates, I have had companions. 220 I heard a thousand blended notes 282 I know not that the men of old 355 I loved him not; and yet now he is gone In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours 370 In the deserted moon-blanch'd street 416 In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining I strove with none, for none was worth my strife 317 It is a beauteous evening, calm and free PAGE 273 74 Let me not to the marriage of true minds 15 376 Many a green isle needs must be 290 Mary! I want a lyre with other strings. 164 My good blade carves the casques of men 359 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains. 248 My heart is like a singing bird 443 My heart leaps up when I behold 308 My love in her attire doth shew her wit 79 My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow 24 27 My true-love hath my heart, and I have his 16 Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note Not, Celia, that I juster am Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white Now the last day of many days O blithe new-comer! I have heard O Brignall banks are wild and fair . 174 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done 407 O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes 440 O fair and stately maid, whose eyes 330 Of all the girls that are so smart 126 Of a' the airts the wind can blaw 156 Of Nelson and the North 205 O Friend! I know not which way I must look Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North. 324 O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm . O Mistress mine, where are you roaming 17 O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South. 365 O talk not to me of a name great in story 173 Others abide our question. Thou art free 415 Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being 295 307 |