Изображения страниц
PDF
EPUB
[merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small]
[merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small]
[ocr errors]

102

III

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit
Happy the

man,

whose wish and care
Happy those early days, when I .
He that loves a rosy cheek .
He is gone on the mountain
Hence, all you vain delights
Hence, loathéd Melancholy.
Hence, vain deluding Joys.
How delicious is the winning
How happy is he born and taught
How like a winter hath my absence been
How sleep the Brave who sink to rest
How sweet the answer Echo makes
How vainly men themselves amaze

[ocr errors]

115
212
78
17

139
• 214

108

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

.

[ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

I am monarch of all I survey
I arise from dreams of Thee
I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way
If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song
If doughty deeds my lady please .
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden .
If Thou survive my well-contented day
If to be absent were to be
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
l'ın wearing awa', Jean
In a drear-nighted December
In the downhill of life, when I find l'ın 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

187
203
312
166
150
206
40
98
37
250
317
284
181
219
192
247
254
269
307
90

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors]
[merged small][ocr errors]

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
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile
I wish I were where Helen lies

79
207

15
243
140
293
334
105

[ocr errors]
[merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small]

.

.

[merged small][ocr errors]

.

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

John Anderson my jo, John.
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Life! I know not what thou art .
Life of Life! Thy lips enkindle.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
Like to the clear in highest sphere
Love not me for comely grace
Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours
Many a green isle needs must be
Mary! I want a lyre with other strings
Milton I 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 travellid in the realms of gold
Music, when soft voices die .
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 lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow
My thoughts hold mortal strife.
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note .
Not, Celia, that I juster am
Now the golden Morn aloft
Now the last day of many days

.

.

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

241
165

75
313
195
352
259
281
345
95
34
38
26

[ocr errors]

.

.

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small]

PAGE
280

[ocr errors]

.

[ocr errors]

201

[ocr errors]

.

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

.

.

267

.

.

.

[ocr errors]

O blithe new-comer! I have heard
O Brignall banks are wild and fair
Of all the girls that are so smart

147
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

180
Of Nelson and the North

234
O friend ! I know not which way I musticok

240
Of this fair volume which we World do name

51
Ost in the stilly night .

255
O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost liarm

25
O listen, listen, ladies gay
O lovers' eyes are sharp to see

224
O Mary, at thy window be .

172
O me! what eyes hath love put in

my
head

35
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming ?

27
O my Luve's like a red, red rose

174
On a day, alack the day !

24
On a Poet's lips I slept

336
Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee

239
One more Unfortunate

261
O never say that I was false of heart

18
One word is too often profaned

230
On Linden, when the sun was low

242
O saw ye bonnie Lesley

173
O say what is that thing call'd Light.

130
O snatch'd away in beauty's bloom

264
O talk not to me of a name great in story
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowe'd 311
Over the mountains

85
O waly waly up the bank

104
O what can ail thee, knight-al-arnis
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumu's being 332
O World ! O Life! O Time!

345

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

200

.

221

42
IO

Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day
Phoebus, arise
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu
Poor Soul, the centre of

my

sinful earth
Proud Maisie is in the wood

231

49
260

Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair .

82

PAGE

.

.

256
135
295
22

ΙΟΙ

207
206

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

204
205
I2

[ocr errors]

Rarely, rarely, comest thou
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Shall I, wasting in despair .
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She is not fair to outward view
She walks in beauty, like the night
She was a phantom of delight
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
Since there's nc help, come let us kiss and part .
Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile
Souls of Poets dead and gone
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king
Star that bringest home the bee
Stern Daughter of the voice of God
Surprised by joy-impatient as the wind
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower.
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade
Swiftly walk over the western wave

[ocr errors]

.

34
151
259

IO
308
236
227

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

91

.

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors][merged small][merged small]
[merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors]

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
That time of year thou may'st in me behold
That which her slender waist confined
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
The forward youth that would appear
The fountains mingle with the river
The glories of our blood and state
The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King
The lovely lass o’ Inverness
The merchant, to secure his treasure
The more we live, more brief appear .
The poplars are felld, farewell to the shade
The sun is warm, the sky is clear
The sun upon the lake is low

[merged small][ocr errors]

41
28
95
168

65
213
76
53
140
152
344
163
257
309

[ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors]

PAGE

[ocr errors]

.

.

93

takes away

[ocr errors]

The twentieth year is well nigh past .

189
The World is too much with us : late and soon. 336
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man

50
There be none of Beauty's daughters .

203
There is a flower, the Lesser Celandine

253
There is a garden in her face
There's not a joy the world can give like that it

252
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream. 346
They that have power to hurt, and will do none

31
This is the month, and this the happy morn

55
This Life, which seems so fair

49
Three years she grew in sun and shower

208
Thy braes were bo Yarrow stream

141
Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright

103
Timely blossom, Infant fair

133
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry

52
Toll for the Brave

144
fair Friend, you never can be old

19
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
'Twas on a lofty vase's side

131
Two Voices are there, one is of the Sea

239

[ocr errors]

.

To me,

[ocr errors]

I 22

.

Under the greenwood tree.

15

338

Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying
Victorious men of earth, no more

[merged small][ocr errors]

Waken, lords and ladies gay
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie
Were I as base as is the lowly plain
We talk'd with open heart, and tongue
We walk'd along, while bright and red
We watch'd her breathing thro' the night .
Whenas in silks my Julia goes
When Britain first at Heaven's command
When first the fiery-mantled Sun
When God at first made man
When he who adores thee has left but the name
When icicles hang by the wall

273
164

27
341
339
267

94
134
296

79
245

.

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

28

« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »