My days among the Dead are past My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My heart's like a singing bird My Love in her attire doth shew her wit PAGE 257 279 341 414 96 39 38 My true-love hath my heart, and I have his 20 Never love unless you can 16 Never seek to tell thy love 156 Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away 378 No longer mourn for me when I am dead 42 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 harm O me! what eyes hath love put in my head O my Luve's like a red, red rose O saw ye bonnie Lesley O say what is that thing call'd Light O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South O talk not to me of a name great in story O Thou, by Nature taught O waly waly up the bank. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being O World! O Life! O Time Oh, Death will never find us in the heart of the wood 31 22 177 11 176 136 371 202 134 104 224 325 340 428 Oh, to be in England, now that April's there Of this fair volume which we World do name 53 213 One word is too often profaned On Linden, when the sun was low Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd Out beyond the sunset, could I but find the way. Over the mountains. Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day Phoebus, arise, Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth 45 2 233 52 Pray but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak. Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair Ring out, wild bells, from the wild sky 417 258 350 81 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 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king. Sweet Love, if thou wilt gain a monarch's glory Take, O take those lips away Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense That time of year thou may'st in me behold PAGE 14 154 219 29 331 370 88 42 23 That which her slender waist confined 96 There be none of Beauty's daughters. 204 253 92 There is delight in singing, tho' none hear 349 There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away 252 There's not a nook within this solemn Pass. 340 There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream The world is too much with us; late and soon 330 109 The year's at the spring They that have power to hurt, and will do none 375 26 379 This is the month, and this the happy morn Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white. Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream Tired with all these, for restful death I cry 34 331 209 146 138 54 148 PAGE To me, fair Friend, you never can be old To one who has been long in city pent 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won 'Twas on a lofty vase's side 11 282 16 129 137 Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea Under the greenwood tree 241 7 Upon my lap my sovereign sits 105 Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie 168 Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee 37 Weep you no more, sad fountains 14 Were I as base as is the lowly plain 21 We talk'd with open heart, and tongue 336 334 We watch'd her breathing thro' the night When he who adores thee has left but the name When I have borne in memory what has tamed When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame. 178 Where lies the land to which the ship would go 390 Where shall the lover rest. 222 PAGE Where the bee sucks, there suck I While that the sun with his beams hot 2 124 423 197 32 Whoe'er she be Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant 82 220 Why so pale and wan, fond lover 100 Why weep ye by the tide, ladie 215 With deep affection. 352 With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies 36 Ye banks and braes and streams around 177 157 Ye distant spires, ye antique towers. Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more 68 88 Printed in the United States of America. |