INDEX OF FIRST LINES PAGE Absence, hear thou my protestation All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd And is this-Yarrow ?—This the Stream And thou art dead, as young and fair 199 Awake, awake, my Lyre As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay As we rush, as we rush in the train At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night 399 220 362 78 464 256 199 51 132 84 342 Behold her, single in the field. Being your slave, what should I do but tend 255 7 Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed 246 337 269 Bid me to live, and I will live Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy Break, break, break Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren Coldly, sadly descends Come away, come away, Death 27 Come, dear children, let us away Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height 413 365 Daughter of Jove, relentless power Does the road wind up-hill all the way Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move 5 3.1 67 Drink to me only with thine eyes Duncan Gray cam here to woo Earl March look'd on his dying child Earth has not anything to show more fair Escape me Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky Ever let the Fancy roam Fair Daffodils, we weep to see Fair pledges of a fruitful tree Four seasons fill the measure of the year • Gather ye rose-buds while ye may Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill Grow old along with me How delicious is the winning How like a winter hath my absence been How vainly men themselves amaze I come from haunts of coot and hern I do not love thee 1-no! I do not love thee I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way I dug, beneath the cypress shade If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song If doughty deeds my lady please I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden If the red slayer think he slays If thou must love me, let it be for naught If women could be fair, and yet not fond I have had playmates, I have had companions I know not that the men of old I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone I met a traveller from an antique land In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours In the deserted moon-blanch'd street In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining I remember, I remember I saw where in the shroud did lurk I strove with none, for none was worth my strife 317 334 273 74 It is not growing like a tree It is the miller's daughter I travell'd among unknown men It was a lover and his lass It was a summer evening It was the calm and silent night I've heard them lilting at the ewe-milking I wandered lonely as a cloud I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile Jenny kissed me when we met John Anderson my jo, John Just for a handful of silver he left us Last night, among his fellow roughs. Let us begin and carry up this corpse Life of Life! thy lips enkindle Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore Many a green isle needs must be Mary! I want a lyre with other strings Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour Mortality, behold and fear 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 good blade carves the casques of men My heart leaps up when I behold My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow My true-love hath my heart, and I have his Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away No longer mourn for me when I am dead Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note Not, Celia, that I juster am Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white Now the last day of many days |