As after noon, one summer's day, As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Ask me no more where Jove bestows, A slumber did my spirit seal; . A stately pallace built of squared bricke, As two whose love, first foolish, widening scope, As under cover of departing day. 297 349 180 358 39 45 508 350 A sweet disorder in the dress 131 At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, Cupid and my Campaspe play'd. 51 418 76 PAGE Dear friend, far off, my lost desire, 437 Dear love, for nothing less than thee 114 Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Five years have past; five summers, with the length 299 Flee fro the prees, and dwelle with sothfastnesse, 13 Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, 132 Get thee behind me. Even as, heavy-curled, 496 Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn 136 Here, wandering long, amid these frowning fields, 281 Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, 133 Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, 52 How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! 482 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 449 How happy is he born and taught 105 How like a winter hath my absence been 100 If to be absent were to be How poor, how rich, how abject, how august How vainly men themselves amaze I arise from dreams of thee. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange If poisonous minerals, and if that tree . I have had playmates, I have had companions, I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end; 503 I long to talk with some old lover's ghost. 115 I met a traveller from an antique land. 387 In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, 499 In lowly dale, fast by a river's side 223 In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour 509 I sent for Ratcliffe; was so ill, In the merry month of May, In this little urn is laid . In Xanadu did Kubla Khan Iphigeneia, when she heard her doom I said-Then, dearest, since 'tis so, I saw Eternity the other night, Is there for honest poverty. I strove with none; for none was worth my strife, I struck the board, and cry'd "No more! . It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, It is an ancient Mariner It little profits that an idle king, It was a dismal and a fearful night, It was a summer evening, 48 138 320 351 454 163 202 295 352 139 311 321 423 149 346 Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust; 54 101 129 298 Live in these conquering leaves: live all the same; 157 497 200 134 Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, 143 76 Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours, 246 Lyke as a ship, that through the ocean wyde, |