Methought I saw my late espoused saint More than most faire, full of the living fire Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, My eye, descending from the hill, surveys My Fader above, beholdyng thy mekenesse, My galley charged with forgetfulness My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My love in her attire doth shew her wit, 40 My sheep are thoughts, which I both guide and serve; "My tongue cannot express my grief for one, 54 89 Never seek to tell thy love, No more, my Dear, no more these counsels try; Not, Celia, that I juster am Not if men's tongues and angels' all in one O blithe New-comer! I have heard, O'er Cornwall's cliffs the tempest roared, Of Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told O for some honest lover's ghost, Of this fair volume which we World do name Oh Galuppi, Baldassare, this is very sad to find! Oh, to be in England Oh, Winter, ruler of the inverted year, "O Mary, go and call the cattle home O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, my luve is like a red, red rose, Life has passed 275 451 272 438 473 95 287 O waly, waly up the bank,. O, wert thou in the cauld blast O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, O where have you been, my long, long love, O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Past ruin'd Ilion Helen lives, Phyllis! why should we delay Poor, little, pretty, fluttering thing, Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, 124 294 384 36 393 350 126 152 201 101 "Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas," she says, Rough wind, that moanest loud Say, Earth, why hast thou got thee new attire, Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,. See the chariot at hand here of Love, Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Shall I, wasting in despair, . She dwelt among the untrodden ways She walks in beauty, like the night She was a Phantom of delight. 307 Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 290 Silent Nymph, with curious eye! . 228 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, 100 81 Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears: 111 So all day long the noise of battle roll'd 426 70 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; 102 Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, The changing guests, each in a different mood, There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, 314 7 The sea is calm to-night, 481 These, as they change, Almighty Father, these, 225 The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, 42 PAGE The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, . 147 The twentieth year is well-nigh past, 274 The wish that of the living whole The world is too much with us; late and soon, They are all gone into the world of Light, The year's at the spring This hindir yeir I hard be tald, This little vault, this narrow room, 436 310 161 451 15 146 Thou that hast fashioned twice this soul of ours, Thus said the Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim, To the Lords of Convention 't was Claver'se who spoke, Under yonder beech-tree single on the greensward, When he, who adores thee, has left but the name 354 When I am dead, my dearest, 516 When I bethinke me on that speech whyl-eare When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, 498 When the old flaming Prophet climb'd the sky, Where lies the land to which the ship would go? 472 Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more |