Sweet is true love tho' given in vain, in vain,

506.

Sweet soul, do with me as thou wilt, 235.

Take wings of fancy, and ascend, 238.

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
179.

Tears of the widower, when he sees, 222.

That each, who seems a separate whole, 231.
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, 567.
That which we dare invoke to bless, 256.
The baby new to earth and sky, 231.

The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,
423.

The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a
room,' 99.

The charge of the gallant three hundred, the
Heavy Brigade! 640.

The churl in spirit, up or down, 252.
The Danube to the Severn gave, 223.

The fire of heaven has kill'd the barren cold,
464.

The form, the form alone is eloquent! 31.

The ground-flame of the crocus breaks the mould,

684.

The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, 398.
The lesser griefs that may be said, 223.

The lights and shadows fly! 357.

The lintwhite and the throstlecock, 930.

The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a
man, 691.

The love that rose on stronger wings, 257.
The North-wind fall'n, in the new-starréd night,
939.

The pallid thunder-stricken sigh for gain, 935.
The path by which we twain did go, 224.
The plain was grassy, wild and bare, 20.
The poet in a golden clime was born, 17.
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, 153.

There are three things which fill my heart with
sighs, 943.

Therefore your Halls, your ancient Colleges, 942.
There is a sound of thunder afar! 946.
There is no land like England, 937.

There is sweet music here that softer falls, 66.
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier, 48.
There rolls the deep where grew the tree, 255.
These lame hexameters the strong-wing'd music
of Homer! 344.

These to His Memory - since he held them dear,
387.

The Son of him with whom we strove for power,
346.

The splendor falls on castle walls, 178.

The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills
and the plains, 350.

The time draws near the birth of Christ, 226.
The time draws near the birth of Christ, 250.
The town lay still in the low sunlight, 900.
The varied earth, the moving heaven, 933.
The voice and the Peak, 350.

The winds, as at their hour of birth, 7.
The wind that beats the mountain blows, 77.
The wish, that of the living whole, 233.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, 118.
They have left the doors ajar; and by their clash,
586.

They rose to where their sovran eagle sails, 612.
This morning is the morning of the day, 90.
This truth came borne with bier and pall, 241.
Tho' if an eye that 's downward cast, 234.
Those that of late had fleeted far and fast, 611.
Tho' truths in manhood de rkly join, 228.
Thou art not steep'd in graden languors, 10.

Thou comest, much wept for; such a breem
223.

Thou, from the first, unborn, undying Love,
Though night hath climbed her peak of highest
noon, 935.

Thou third great Canning, stand among our best,
646.

Thou who stealest fire, 14.

Thy converse drew us with delight, 252.
Thy dark eyes open'd not, 27.

Thy prayer was Light -more Light
Time shall last, 646.

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Thy spirit ere our fatal loss, 230.
Thy tuwhits are lull'd, I wot, 11.
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, 189.
Thy voice is on the rolling air, 257.
'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise, 252.
'Tis well; 't is something; we may stand, 223
To-night the winds begin to rise, 222,
To-night ungather'd let us leave, 250.
To Sleep I give my powers away, 219.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the
proud, 430.

Two bees within a crystal flowerbell rocked

937.

Two children in two neighbor villages, 23.
Two Suns of Love make day of human life, 648.
Two young lovers in winter weather, 795.

Ulysses, much-experienced man, 682.
Unwatch'd, the garden bough shall sway. 248.
Uplift a thousand voices full and sweet, 353.
Urania speaks with darken'd brow, 228.

Vex not thou the poet's mind, 18.
Victor in Drama, Victor in Romance, 612
Voice of the summer wind, 932.

Wait till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a'
sights to tell, 582.

Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land
and sea, 579.

"Wait a little,' you say, 'you are sure it'll all
come right,' 577.

Wan Sculptor, weepest thou to take the cast,

31.

Warrior of God, man's friend, and tyrant's foe,
646.

Warrior of God, whose strong right arm debased,
30.

We know him, out of Shakespeare's art. 944.
Welcome, welcome with one voice! 657.
We leave the well-beloved place, 248.
We left behind the painted buoy, 144.
Well, you shall have that song that Leonard
wrote, 115.

We lost you for how long a time, 948.

We move, the wheel must always move, 692
We ranging down this lower track, 231.

We sleep and wake and sleep, but all things
move, 116.

We were two daughters of one race, 53.

What be those crown'd forms high over the
sacred fountain? 691.

What did ye do, and what did ye saäy, 910.
What does little birdie say, 333.
Whatever I have said or sung, 256.
What hope is here for modern rhyme, 239.
What sight so lured him thro' the fields be
knew, 692.

What time I wasted youthful hours, 944.
What time the mighty moon was gathering light

21.

What words are these have fallen from me? 222.

Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere
aloän? 337.

When cats run home and light is come, 11.
When I contemplate all alone, 240.

When in the down I sink my head, 236.
When Lazarus left his charnel-cave, 227.
When on my bed the moonlight falls, 235.
When rosy plumelets tuft the larch, 245.

When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free, 11.
When will the stream be aweary of flowing, 4.
Where Claribel low-lieth, 3.

Where is the Giant of the Sun, which stood, 942.
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian
legionaries, 342.

While man and woman still are incomplete, 693.
'Whither, O whither, love, shall we go,' 342.
Who can say, 941.
Who fears to die?

Who fears to die? 936.

Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail, 253.
Who would be a merman bold, 23.

Who would be a mermaid fair, 24.

Why wail you, pretty plover? and what is it that
you fear? 679.

Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet, 243.
Witch-elms that counterchange the floor, 244.

Yet if some voice that man could trust, 228.
Yet pity for a horse o'er-driven, 235.
You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, 79.

You cast to ground the hope which once was
mine, 933.

You did late review my lays, 941.

You leave us you will see the Rhine, 247.
You make our faults too gross, and thence main-
tain, 693.

You might have won the Poet's name, 151.
You must wake and call me early, call me early.
mother dear, 61.

Your ringlets, your ringlets, 946.

You say, but with no touch of scorn, 246.
You thought my heart too far diseased, 235.
You, you, if you shall fail to understand, 657.