INDEX TO FIRST LINES A Chieftain to the Highlands bound A sweet disorder in the dress A weary lot is thine, fair maid A widow bird sate mourning for her love Ariel to Miranda:-Take Art thou pale for weariness Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers As I was walking all alane As slow our ship her foamy track At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly Being your slave, what should I do but tend Behold her, single in the field Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Best and Brightest, come away Bid me to live, and I will live Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy Blow, blow, thou winter wind Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art PAGE 196 83 210 221 299 7 201 134 184 166 289 22 40 23 96 239 278 216 54 142 90 182 13 277 267 85 III 29 214 Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren Calm was the day, and through the trembling air PAGE 31 34 66 24 30 Come away, come away, Death Come live with me and be my Love Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly ΙΟ Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move 43 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 Index to First Lines 347 PAGE How delicious is the winning How happy is he born and taught How like a winter hath my absence been I am monarch of all I survey I arise from dreams of Thee I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way 300 I travell'd among unknown men 194 I wander'd lonely as a cloud I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile I wish I were where Helen lies. If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song If doughty deeds my lady please If to be absent were to be If Thou survive my well-contented day If women could be fair, and yet not fond 28 I'm wearing awa', Jean 169 In a drear-nighted December In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining 206 Let me not to the marriage of true minds 6 232 129 169 71 O never say that I was false of heart O say what is that thing call'd Light Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour 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 Love in her attire doth shew her wit My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow My true-love hath my heart, and I have his No longer mourn for me when I am dead Now the golden Morn aloft O blithe new-comer! I have heard O Brignall banks are wild and fair O Friend! I know not which way I must look O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm 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 saw ye bonnie Lesley 32 234 86 117 294 269 187 229 16 256 212 160 26 18 162 9 161 119 O snatch'd away in beauty's bloom 253 O talk not to me of a name great in story 187 O waly waly up the bank 94 what can ail thee, knight-at-arms 209 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee 228 250 Index to First Lines One word is too often profaned Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd Over the mountains Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth Proud Maisie is in the wood 219 4I 249 Ruin seize thee, ruthless King. Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair. Rarely, rarely comest thou Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness She dwelt among the untrodden ways 72 244 123 284 13 91 193 192 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part Souls of Poets dead and gone 191 25 139 248 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king 35980 H I Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade 139 203 Take, O take those lips away 25 Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense 326 77 The forward youth that would appear The fountains mingle with the river Tell me where is Fancy bred That time of year thou may'st in me behold The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King The merchant, to secure his treasure 33 19 85 156 55 200 66 |