If one could have that little head of hers, 396.
If you and I could change to beasts, what
beast should either be? 989.

I hear a voice, perchance I heard, 22.

I know a Mount, the gracious Sun perceives,
361.

I know there shall dawn a day, 1005.

I leaned on the turf, 374.

I-"Next Poet?" No, my hearties, 807.
I only knew one poet in my life, 336.
I said - Then, dearest, since 't is so, 267.
Is all our fire of shipwreck wood, 373.

I send my heart up to thee, all my heart, 262.
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he, 164.
It happened thus: my slab, though new, 990.
It is a lie their Priests, their Pope, 169.
It once might have been, once only, 396.

It seems as if... or did the actual chance, 959.
It was roses, roses, all the way, 251.
I've a Friend, over the sea, 258.

I will be happy if but for once, 987.
I will be quiet and talk with you, 374.
I wish that when you died last May, 395.
I wonder do you feel to-day, 189.

John, Master of the Temple of God, 280.
June was not over, 190.

Just for a handful of silver he left us, 164.

Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,
338.

Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, 163.

King Charles, and who 'll do him right now?
163.

"Knowledge deposed, then!"— groaned whom
that most grieved, 940.

Last night I saw you in my sleep, 989.
Let's contend no more, Love, 171.

Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone
too far, 193.

Let the watching lids wink! 130.

Let us begin and carry up this corpse, 279.

66

Look, I strew beans," 942.

Man I am and man would be, Love-merest
man and nothing more, 933.

May I print, Shelley, how it came to pass, 821.
Morning, evening, noon and night, 253.
Moses the Meek was thirty cubits high, 927.
My father was a scholar and knew Greek, 1002.
My first thought was, he lied in every word,
287.

My grandfather says he remembers he saw,
when a youngster long ago, 875.

Of the million or two, more or less, 254.
Oh, but is it not hard, Dear? 916.

Oh Galuppi, Baldassare, this is very sad to
find! 175.

Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth,
375.

Oh Love! Love, thou that from the eyes diffus-
est, 874.

Oh, Love -no, Love! All the noise below,
Love, 946.

Oh, the beautiful girl, too white, 377.
Oh, to be in England, 179.

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,
938.

One day, it thundered and lightened, 916.
Only the prism's obstruction shows aright, 395.
On the first of the Feast of Feasts, 413.

On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred
ninety-two, 815.

O the old wall here! How I could pass, 802.
Others may need new life in Heaven, 988.
O trip and skip, Elvire! Link arm in arm with
me! 702.

Out of the little chapel I burst, 316.

Out of your whole life give but a moment! 988.
Overhead the treetops meet, 144.
Over the ball of it, 810.

Over the sea our galleys went, 38.

Said Abner, "At last thou art come! Ere I
tell, ere thou speak, 179.

Savage I was sitting in my house, late, lone,
735.

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See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, 170.
Shakespeare! to such name's sounding, what
succeeds, 947.
Shall I sonnet-sing you about myself? 808.
She should never have looked at me, 169.
Sighed Rawdon Brown: Yes, I'm departing,
Toni! 947.

Sing me a hero! Quench my thirst, 887.
So far as our story approaches the end, 267.
So, friend, your shop was all your house! 809.
So, I shall see her in three days, 192.
Solomon King of the Jews and the Queen of
Sheba, Balkis, 913.

Some people hang portraits up, 396.

..

So say the foolish!"

Love? 988.

Say the foolish so,

Take the cloak from his face, and at first, 194.
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, 190.
That oblong book 's the Album; hand it here!
773.

That second time they hunted me, 258.

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, 252.
That was I, you heard last night, 189.
The bee with his comb, 144.

The blind man to the maiden said, 910.
The fancy I had to-day, 701.

The gods I ask deliverance from these labors,
831.

The gray sea and the long black land, 170.
The Lord, we look to once for all, 280.

The morn when first it thunders in March, 176.
The moth's kiss, first! 262.

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
well, 283.

There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so
purer than the purest, 220.

There's heaven above, and night by night, 341.
There they are, my fifty men and women, 361.
The swallow has set her six young on the rail,
373.

The year's at the spring, 133.

They tell me, your carpenters," quoth I to
my friend the Russ, 880.

This is a spray the Bird clung to, 189.
This now, this other story makes amends, 918.
This strange thing happened to a painter once,

996.

This was my dream; I saw a Forest, 990.
Thou, whom these eyes saw never! Say friends
true, 948.

Thus I wrote in London, musing on my betters,
910.

Touch him ne 'er so lightly, into song he broke,
910.

'T was Bedford Special Assize, one daft Mid-
summer's Day, 887.

Up jumped Tokay on our table, 166.
Up, up, up-next step of the staircase, 979.

Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! 348.
Verse-making was least of my virtues: I
viewed with despair, 939.

Wanting is what? 911.

-

We two stood simply friend-like side by side,
991.

We were two lovers; let me lie by her, 812.
What are we two? 263.

What girl but, having gathered flowers, 988.
What, he on whom our voices unanimously ran,
992.

What, I disturb thee at thy morning meal, 938.
What is he buzzing in my ears? 394.

What it was struck the terror into me? 1001.
What's become of Waring, 264.

When I vexed you and you chid me, 937.
Where the quiet-colored end of evening smiles,
171.

Who hears of Helen's Tower, may dream per-
chance, 601.

Who will, may hear Sordello's story told, 75.
"Why?" Because all I haply can and do,

Woe, he went galloping into the war, 987.
Would a man 'scape the rod? 372.
Would it were I had been false, not you! 378.
Would that the structure brave, the manifold
music I build, 382.

Yet womanhood you reverence, 993.
"You are sick, that 's sure," they say, 892.
You blame me that I ran away? 993.
You groped your way across my room i' the
drear dark dead of night, 932.

You have seen better days, dear? So have I,
682.

You in the flesh and here, 989.

You know, we French stormed Ratisbon, 251.
You'll love me yet! - and I can tarry, 142.
You're my friend, 271.

Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, 178.

Daniel Bartoli, Parlèyings with, 955.

Deaf and Dumb, 395.
Death in the Desert, A, 385.
"De Gustibus," 178.
Development, 1002.
Dis Aliter Visum, 379.
Doctor, 906.
Donald, 911.

DRAMATIC IDYLS, 875.

DRAMATIC LYRICS, 163.

DRAMATIC ROMANCES, 251.

DRAMATIS PERSONE, 373.
Dubiety, 987.

Eagle, The, 929.

Earth's Immortalities, 170.
Easter-Day, 327.
Echetlos, 892.

Englishman in Italy, The, 260.

XEpilogue (to Asolando), 1007.

Epilogue (to Dramatis Personæ), 413.

Epilogue (to Ferishtah's Fancies), 946.
Epilogue (to Fifine at the Fair), 735.

Epilogue (to Pacchiarotto), 827.

Epistle, An, containing the Strange Medical
Experience of Karshish, the Arab Physician,
338.

Epitaph on Levi Lincoln Thaxter, 947.
Eurydice to Orpheus, 395.

XEvelyn Hope, 171.

Face, A, 296.-376

Fame, 170.

Family, The, 922.

Fears and Scruples, 811.

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES, 929.

FIFINE AT THE FAIR, 701.

Filippo Baldinucci on the Privilege of Burial,

823.

Muléykeh, 897.
My Last Duchess, 252.
My Star, 184.

Names, The, 947.

Nationality in Drinks, 166.

Natural Magic, 811.

Ned Bratts, 887.

Never the Time and the Place, 928.
Now, 988.

Numpholeptos, 812.

Oh Love! Love, 874.

Old Pictures in Florence, 176.
One Way of Love, 190.
One Word More, 361.

PACCHIAROTTO, OF, AND HOW HE WORKED IN

DISTEMPER, 802.

Pambo, 928.

Pan and Luna, 909.

PARACELSUS, 12.

PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IM-

PORTANCE IN THEIR DAY, 948.

Parting at Morning, 170.

Patriot, The, 251.

PAULINE, 1.

Pearl, a Girl, A, 988.

Pheidippides, 877.
Pictor Ignotus, 341.

Pied Piper of Hamelin, The, 268.
Pietro of Abano, 899.

Pillar at Sebzevar, A, 940.
PIPPA PASSES, 128.
Pisgah-Sights, 810.
Plot-Culture, 739.
Poetics, 988.

Ponte Dell' Angelo, Venice, 994.
Pope and the Net, The, 992.
Popularity, 195.

Porphyria's Lover, 286.

Pretty Woman, A, 190.

PRINCE HOHENSTIEL-SCHWANGau, Saviour

OF SOCIETY, 681.

Prologue (to Asolando), 987.

Prologue (to Ferishtah's Fancies), 929.

Prologue (to Fifine at the Fair), 701.

Prologue (to Pacchiarotto), 802.
Prospice, 395.

Protus, 283.