INDEX TO FIRST LINES A beauty all stainless, a pearl of a maiden A man said unto his Angel All is divine "And now, my clerks, who go in fur or feather" Angels and Thrones and holy Powers Another blossom blooms for thee A prophet sat in the Temple gate As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things Before my light goes out forever if God should give me a choice of Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls Descend, ye Nine! descend, and sing Elected silence, sing to me Ellen Bawn, O Ellen Bawn, you darling, darling dear, you Faintly as tolls the evening chime Father of all! in every age Father of Lights, by whom each day From harmony, from heavenly harmony Furl that banner, for 'tis weary Gather the sacred dust Give us our daily Bread Hail, sister springs Hearken my chant, 'tis Hear'st thou, my soul, what serious things Here, where the breath of the scented-gorse floats through the sun- He walked alone beside the lonely sea How much they wrong thee, gentle Hope! who say I am the original of man's creation "If I were dead, you'd sometimes say, 'Poor child!' I fled him, down the nights and down the days I have been honour'd and obey'd I have desired to go I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses I learned his greatness first at Lavington I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea In joy, in pain, in sorrow In May, as that Aurora did upspring upspring In Paschal feast, that end of ancient rite In the wrath of the lips that assail us In that, O Queen of Queens, thy birth was free In worldly merriments lurketh much misery I saw Castara pray, and from the sky I sing the Name which none can say I think that I shall never see I wage no war, yet peace I none enjoy I walk down the Valley of Silence I will not perturbate Jerusalem, Jerusalem Ladies, well I deem, delight Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Let thy gold be cast in the furnace Let folly praise that fancy loves Like the violet, which alone Little Jesus, wast Thou shy PAGE 293 457 397 327 34 91 95 385 84 105 III 458 88 342 415 294 212 220 85 317 104 409 Little maiden, dost thou pine Look at the stars! Lo, look up at the skies 211 388 128 Master of spirits! hear me: King of souls! 444 Oh pray for me!-thou know'st what prayer I need! Oh, teach me to love Thee, to feel what Thou art Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care O woman of Three Cows, agragh! Peace to the dead; though the skies are chill 424 390 440 100 302 397 Sancho Sanchez lay a-dying in the house of Mariquita The bird, let loose in eastern skies The despot's heel is on thy shore PAGE 190 The lights extinguished, by the hearth I leant The Monk was preaching: strong his earnest word There is one I know. I see her sometimes pass This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon This mayden, bright Cecilie, as hir lyf seith Through what long heaviness, assayed in what strange fire Till twelve years', age how Christ His childhood spent Time was, I shrank from what was right To heroism and holiness Unto all Poetes I do me excuse Upon the eyes, the lips, the feet Vital spark of heavenly flame 30 2 191 345 395 390 436 90 215 311 39 164 Waiting on Him who knows us and our need 434 Weep, living things, of life the mother dies 94 What measure Fate to him shall mete 310 314 Well-meaning readers! you that come as friends When Thee, O holy sacrificed Lamb Why dost thou seem to boast, vainglorious sun With heart as trembling as the leaf of asp Without, the sullen noises of the street Would, to the glory of thine eyes might change |