How happy is he born and taught.. How like a winter hath my absence been How sleep the brave who sink to rest. 120 164 High-way, since you my chief Parnassus be 9 76 10 144 I saw her in childhood. I saw my lady weep I saw where in the shroud did lurk I was neighbour Cloud I wish I were where Helen lies. If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song If I had thought thou couldst have died If Thou survive my well-contented day. 254 129 265 19 268 208 291 I'm wearing awa', Jean. 184 In a drear-nighted December. 222 In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining It is a beauteous evening, calmn and free It is not growing like a tree It was a dismal and a fearful night It was a lover and his lass .. It was a summer evening I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking Let me not to the marriage of true minds. 20 196 My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow 39 38 My true-love hath my heart, and I have his 20 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note 247 O Friend! I know not which way I must look 242 O happy shades! to me unblest 188 O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harın 18 O Mary, at thy window be 175 O me! what eyes hath love put in my head 31 O say what is that thing call'd Light 136 O talk not to me of a name great in story 202 O Thou, by Nature taught 134 O waly waly up the bank.. 104 O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being PAGE 224 325 On Linden, when the sun was low 243 Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd. 306 Over the mountains 84 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea 4 Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part 30 Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me 31 Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile 154 Sleep, sleep, beauty bright 165 Souls of Poets dead and gone 257 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king Sweet Love, if thou wilt gain a monarch's glory 14 PAGE Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade Take, O take those lips away 29 Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense Tell me where is Fancy bred That time of year thou may'st in me behold 331 88 42 23 96 172 The forward youth that would appear. 65 The fountains mingle with the river 216 The glories of our blood and state 74 The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away 252 There's not a nook within this solema Pass 340 There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream The world is too much with us; late and soon 330 They are all gone into the world of light They that have power to hurt, and will do none Life, which seems so fair Though others may her brow adore Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white Tired with all these, for restful death I cry Toll for the Brave To me, fair Friend, you never can be old 109 26 56 51 21 34 331 209 146 138 54 148 11 282 16 137 Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea. Waken, lords and ladies gay Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tin rous beastie Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee When Britain first at Heaven's command 139 When first the fiery-mantled Sun 294 When God at first made Man 78 When he who adores thee has left but the name 246 23 When I consider how my light is spent 76 When I have borne in memory what has tamed 243 When I have fears that I may cease to be 229 When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced 4 126 When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant 220 Why so pale and wan, fond lover 100 Why weep ye by the tide, ladie 215 With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more 68 88 |