INDEX OF FIRST LINES Absence, hear thou my protestation. A Chieftain to the Highlands bound A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by. 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 At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake Awake, awake, my Lyre A weary lot is thine, fair maid 8 328 84 221 147 202 182 317 237 25 306 327 44 26 106 215 262 92 305 237 60 156 99 A wet sheet and a flowing sea A widow bird sate mourning for her Love 231 242 327 Bards of Passion and of Mirth 201 14 Behold her, single in the field. Being your slave, what should I do but tend Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed. Bid me to live, and I will live. 304 8 293 320 94 Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren . Come live with me and be my Love Crabbed Age and Youth Cupid and my Campaspe play'd. Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench 122 32 235 35 38 74 27 33 4 6 37 79 Daughter of Jove, relentless power. Degenerate Douglas! O the unworthy lord Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move Down in yon garden sweet and gay 190 87 300 12 47 144 91 181 Drink to me only with thine eyes Duncan Gray cam here to woo Earl March look'd on his dying child 234 From Stirling Castle we had seen Gather ye rose-buds while ye may Hail to thee, blithe Spirit Happy the man, whose wish and care He is gone on the mountain How happy is he born and taught How like a winter hath my absence been. I am monarch of all I survey 192 I arise from dreams of Thee 209 I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way. 329 If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song 169 152 If doughty deeds my lady please I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden If Thou survive my well-contented day If women could be fair, and yet not fond. I heard a thousand blended notes 212 35 97 31 I have had playmates, I have had companions 261 335 299 186 227 198 258 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 266 283 325 Let me not to the marriage of true minds 18 199 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 thoughts hold mortal strife My true-love hath my heart, and I have his. No longer mourn for me when I am dead 331 200 373 271 296 366 93 28 32 19 36 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 257 96 129 322 O blithe new-comer! I have heard O Friend! I know not which way I must look Of this fair volume which we World do name Oft in the stilly night . O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm O me! what eyes hath love put in my head O Mistress mine, where are you roaming. 295 206 149 184 244 250 47 267 18 281 233 176 20 178 On a day, alack the day 16 On a Poet's lips I slept 355 Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee 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 206 328 82 103 229 351 366 O World! O Life! O Time!. Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day. |