If Thou survive my well-contented day . If women could be fair, and yet not fond I have had playmates, I have had companions PAGE 28 81 25 216 I heard a thousand blended notes. 276 I met a traveller from an antique land 247 I'm wearing awa', Jean. 154 In a drear-nighted December 188 In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining It is a beauteous evening, calm and free. 267 It is not Beauty I demand 72 It is not growing like a tree I travell❜d among unknown men It was a lover and his lass It was a summer evening. I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking. I wander'd lonely as a cloud. I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile I wish I were where Helen lies. Let me not to the marriage of true minds 15 164 Life of Life! Thy lips enkindle. 275 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold. 166 Music, when soft voices die 307 My days among the Dead are past. 224 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow My true-love hath my heart, and I have his Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note 212 79 Now the golden Morn aloft O blithe new-comer! I have heard. O Friend! I know not which way I must look PAGE 107 265 243 171 124 153 202 207 Of this fair volume which we World do name 38 Oft in the stilly night 221 O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm 14 232 O lovers' eyes are sharp to see 193 O Mary, at thy window be 146 O me! what eyes hath love put in my head. 23 O Mistress mine, where are you roaming Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee O talk not to me of a name great in story Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms 170 270 68 85 190 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Souls of Poets dead and gone She was a phantom of delight Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king PAGE 174 3 22 127 225 1 Star that bringest home the bee 267 Stern Daughter of the voice of God 204 Surprized by joy-impatient as the wind 195 Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes 74 Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower 248 Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade 127 185 Take O take those lips away 22 Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away 218 There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream The World is too much with us; late and soon 293 Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright 177 118 84 Timely blossom, Infant fair Tired with all these, for restful death I cry To me, fair Friend, you never can be old Two Voices are there, one is of the Sea 111 39 121 9 102 110 206 PAGE Under the greenwood tree Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying Waken, lords and ladies gay 5 294 59 237 138 16 297 295 231 77 When Britain first at Heaven's command 112 257 When God at first made Man 63 When he who adores thee has left but the name 212 17 When I consider how my light is spent 61 When I have borne in memory what has tamed When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more 53 You meaner beauties of the night. 71 R. Clay, Sons, and Taylor, Printers September, 1872. |