Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content 199 18 Sweet order hath its draught of bliss Swiftly walk over the western wave Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean 246 117 15 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 day returns, my bosom burns The fairest action of our human life 28 107 294 72 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold 145 68 211 The fountains mingle with the river 8 14 187 143 126 The increasing moonlight drifts across my bed 260 235 The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's king 55 The lowest trees have tops; the ant her gall The minstrel boy to the war is gone 159 253 The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills, and the The world is too much with us; late and soon There are gains for all our losses There are some wishes that may start There falls with every wedding chime. There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine There is a garden in her face 130 Thou bidst me come away. This life, which seems so fair Thou blossom, bright with autumn dew Thou wast all that to me, love Three fishers went sailing out into the west Through that pure virgin shrine. Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums 285 176 266 76 Tiger, Tiger, burning bright 'Tis much immortal beauty to admire. Too avid of earth's bliss, he was of those Too late I stayed, — forgive the crime T'other day, as I was twining Touch us gently, Time! 'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean 'Twas on a Monday morning Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea Under the greenwood tree . Under the lindens lately sat Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away 22 We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair 241 We saw, and woo'd each other's eyes. 183 We watch'd her breathing thro' the night Welcome, welcome, do I sing Were I as base as is the lowly plain What bird so sings, yet does so wail? What I shall leave thee none can tell. What, cringe to Europe! Band it all in one What may we take into the vast Forever What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones When all the world is young, lad When Britain first at Heaven's command When God at first made Man When do I see thee most, beloved one? When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave When I am dead, my dearest When I am standing on a mountain crest When I consider how my light is spent When I have fears that I may cease to be. When Love with unconfinèd wings When lovely woman stoops to folly When maidens such as Hester die When the lamp is shatter'd. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced When I was one and twenty When in the chronicle of wasted time When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year 249 When we two parted When the voices of children are heard on the green 216 315 Where lies the land to which the ship When with the virgin morning thou dost rise Where the bee sucks, there suck I 312 Whither, midst falling dew Who is Silvia? what is she . . 256 Who is the baby, that doth lie 84 Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies With sweetest milk and sugar first Ye banks and braes and streams around Yes! in the sea of life enisled Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye day |