As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay As slow our ship her foamy track As thro' the land at eve we went As we rush, as we rush in the train A sweet disorder in the dress. At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly Awake, awake, my Lyre 37 21 90 181 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night 341 A wanderer is man from his birth 419 Behold her, single in the field 255 Being your slave, what should I do but tend 7 Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed 246 336 Best and brightest, come away 269 Bid me to live, and I will live 80 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 Does the road wind up-hill all the way 442 Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move 40 Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing 19 Fear death ?-to feel the fog in my throat From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony 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 Grow old along with me 384 Had she come all the way for this 450 Hail to thee, blithe Spirit 243 Happy the man, whose wish and care 110 Happy those early days, when I Let me count the ways I am monarch of all I survey I arise from dreams of Thee 65 422 235 86 94 98 75 184 335 63 8 119 186 92 162 176 I come from haunts of coot and hern 361 I do not love thee !-no! I do not love thee I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way I dug, beneath the cypress shade If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden If the red slayer thinks he slays If thou must love me, let it be for nought If thou survive my well-contented day If to be absent were to be If women could be fair, and yet not fond. 340 277 323 143 128 179 329 334 29 83 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 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. I strove with none, for none was worth my strife 370 416 Let me not to the marriage of true minds 15 376 Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold 169 313 My days among the Dead are passed 228 My good blade carves the casques of men 359 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains. 248 443 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 PAGE Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note 216 Not, Celia, that I juster am 81 Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white 365 109 Now the last day of many days 270 O blithe new-comer! I have heard 247 O Brignall banks are wild and fair. 174 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done 407 Of Nelson and the North O Friend! I know not which way I must look Oh, to be in England 375 Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North. 324 O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm . 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 |