INDEX TO THE FIRST LINES. A CITY clerk, but gently born and bred, 152. Ah God! the petty fools of rhyme, 232. All along the valley, stream that flashest white, 229. Altho' I be the basest of mankind, 83. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, A plague upon the people fell, 232. Are you sleeping? have you forgotten? do not A spirit haunts the year's last hours, 12. A storm was coming, but the winds were still, 373. Eн? good daäy! good daäy! thaw it bean't not Elaine the fair, Elaine the lovable, 388. FAINT as a climate-changing bird that flies, 783. Farewell, whose like on earth I shall not find, Fifty times the rose has flower'd and faded, 782. From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done, 410. GLORY of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song, 233. Golden-hair'd Ally whose name is one with mine, HAD the fierce ashes of some fiery peak, 853. He clasps the crag with crooked hands, 116. Her, that yer Honour was spakin' to? Whin, Here, by this brook, we parted; I to the East, Here far away, seen from the topmost cliff, 467. He thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak, 25. How long, O God, shall men be ridden down, 25. Like souls that balance joy and pain, 115. Lo! there once more- this is the seventh night, Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm, 122. Lucilia, wedded to Lucretius, found, 157. MANY a hearth upon our dark globe sighs after Midnight in no midsummer tune, 561. Milk for my sweet-arts, Bess! fur it mun be the Mine be the strength of spirit, full and free, 24. Move eastward, happy earth, and leave, 116. My friend should meet me somewhere hereabout, My good blade carves the casques of men, 107. My hope and heart is with thee - thou wilt be, 24. My Lords, we heard you speak: you told us all, My Rosalind, my Rosalind, 21. Mystery of mysteries, 20. NAÄY, noä mander o' use to be callin' 'im Roä, Nature, so far as in her lies, 62. Nightingales warbled without, 230. Not here! the white North has thy bones; and Not this way will you set your name, 557. O BLACKBIRD! sing me something well, 60. O bridesmaid, ere the happy knot was tied, 26. O me, my pleasant rambles by the lake, 81. Once in a golden hour, 230. Once more the gate behind me falls, 86. On either side the river lie, 27. O Patriot Statesman, be thou wise to know, 562. O plump head-waiter at The Cock, 108. O purblind race of miserable men, 347. O sweet pale Margaret, 20. O thou so fair in summers gone, 563. O thou, that sendest out the man, 65. Our doctor had call'd in another, I never had 'Ouse-keeper sent tha my lass, fur New Squire Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep, 521. O you that were eyes and light to the King till PELLAM the King, who held and lost with Lot, Pine, beech and plane, oak, walnut, apricot, QUEEN GUINEVERE had fled the court, and sat, 447. RALPH would fight in Edith's sight, 866. Revered, beloved - O you that hold, 1. Rose, on this terrace fifty years ago, 812. Row us out from Desenzano, to your Sirmione SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, 218. Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day, 161. So saying, light-foot Iris pass'd away, 525. So, my lord, the Lady Giovanna, who hath been So then our good Archbishop Theobald, 676. Stand back, keep a clear lane! 566. Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town, 108. THAT story which the bold Sir Bedivere, 458. The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, The bridal garland falls upon the bier, 868. The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a The charge of the gallant three hundred, the The form, the form alone is eloquent! 25. The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, 311. The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a The plain was grassy, wild and bare, 15. These roses for my Lady Marian, 814. These to His Memory - since he held them dear, The Son of him with whom we strove for power, They rose to where their sovran eagle sails, 523. Thou who stealest fire, 11. Thy dark eyes open'd not, 22. Thy prayer was 'Light-more Light- while Thy tuwhits are lull'd, I wot, 9. Two children in two neighbour villages, 18. ULYSSES, much-experienced man, 802. VEX not thou the poet's mind, 14. |