INDEX OF FIRST LINES Absence, hear thou my protestation And is this-Yarrow?-This the Stream And thou art dead, as young and fair And wilt thou leave me thus Ariel to Miranda :-Take Art thou pale for weariness Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers. As it fell upon a day As I was walking all alane A slumber did my spirit seal. As slow our ship her foamy track A sweet disorder in the dress At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears Awake, awake, my Lyre A weary lot is thine, fair maid A wet sheet and a flowing sea A widow bird sate mourning for her Love Bards of Passion and of Mirth Beauty sat bathing by a spring. Being your slave, what should I do but tend Best and Brightest, come away. Bid me to live, and I will live Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy. Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Come live with me and be my Love Cupid and my Campaspe play'd PAGE 179 269 69 183 122 168 151 261 196 20 252 269 36 21 88 178 217 76 251 196 49 130 82 191 200 269 166 11 250 7 242 263 101 194 28 31 60 21 26 4 5 30 65 Daughter of Jove, relentless power Daughter to that good earl, once President Earl March look'd on his dying child Fair Daffodils, we weep to see Fair pledges of a fruitful tree Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing Fear no more the heat o' the sun For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove Four Seasons fill the measure of the year Gather ye rose-buds while ye may. Hail to thee, blithe Spirit Happy the man, whose wish and care I am monarch of all I survey I arise from dreams of Thee I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden. PAGE 158 72 247 9 39 120 75 150 194 246 206 238 273 89 89 19 27 128 14 300 48 259 28 70 184 125 74 239 108 63 74 231 84 92 96 181 61 7 117 183 90 159 173- - 271 141 126 176 If Thou survive my well-contented day. If women could be fair, and yet not fond I have had playmates, I have had companions I heard a thousand blended notes I met a traveller from an antique land I'm wearing awa', Jean. In a drear-nighted December In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining In the sweet shire of Cardigan I remember, I remember. I saw where in the shroud did lurk It is a beauteous evening, calm and free. It is not Beauty I demand It is not growing like a tree I travell❜d among unknown men It was a lover and his lass It was a summer evening. I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking. I wander'd lonely as a cloud. was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile I wish I were where Helen lies. John Anderson my jo, John . Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son Life of Life! Thy lips enkindle. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore. Like to the clear in highest sphere Many a green isle needs must be Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour Mine be a cot beside the hill. Mortality, behold and fear Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold. My days among the Dead are past. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My heart leaps up when I behold My Love in her attire doth shew her wit My true-love hath my heart, and I have his No longer mourn for me when I am dead PAGE 28 81 25 216 276 247 154 188 163 213 220 233 267 72 62 176 6 210 118 254 291 87 154 64 15 164 275 18 10 79 136 284 160 208 140 58 272 166 307 224 244 301 77 23 26 15 29 212 79 Now the golden Morn aloft O blithe new-comer! I have heard. Of a' the airts the wind can blaw Of Nelson and the North O Friend! I know not which way I must look O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm O listen, listen, ladies gay O lovers' eyes are sharp to see O Mary, at thy window be O me! what eyes hath love put in my head. O Mistress mine, where are you roaming O my Luve's like a red, red rose On a day, alack the day On a Poet's lips I slept Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee One more Unfortunate O never say that I was false of heart On Linden, when the sun was low. O say what is that thing call'd Light O snatch'd away in beauty's bloom O talk not to me of a name great in story Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd. O waly waly up the bank O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day Pibroch of Donuil Dhu. Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair. Rarely, rarely, comest thou . Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. Shall I, wasting in despair She dwelt among the untrodden ways She walks in beauty, like the night PAGE 107 265 243 171 124 153 202 207 38 221 14 232 193 146 23 16 148 13 292 207 226 8 198 209 147 109 229 170 270 68 85 190 289 301 30 1 199 37 226 65 221 113 256 12 83 176 175 174 She was a phantom of delight Souls of Poets dead and gone Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king Take O take those lips away Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind Tell me where is Fancy bred. The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King The merchant, to secure his treasure The poplars are fell'd, farewell to the shade There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away The sun is warm, the sky is clear The sun upon the lake is low The twentieth year is well nigh past The World is too much with us: late and soon Three years she grew in sun and shower Tired with all these, for restful death I cry Toll for the Brave To me, fair Friend, you never can be old "Twas at the royal feast for Persia won "Twas on a lofty vase's side Two Voices are there, one of the Sea PAGE 174 3 22 127 225 1 267 204 195 74 248 127 185 22 293 71 29 17 77 142 50 182 59 40 117 128 299 138 173 219 76 218 301 223 268 161 293 37 19 41 36 177 118 84 111 39 121 9 102 110 206 |