Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings Has summer come without the rose Have you a desire to see Have you seen but a bright lily grow Her arms across her breast she laid Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling Here, in this little bay. High-way, since you my chief Parnassus be How do I love thee? Let me count the ways How happy is he born and taught How long, great God, how long must I How many paltry, foolish, painted things How many summers, love How many times do I love thee, dear? How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits How sleep the brave, who sink to rest How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth I arise from dreams of thee I did but look and love awhile I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be I heard a thousand blended notes I do not love thee for that fair I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden I have a mistress, for perfections rare. I have had playmates, I have had companions I have no name I have no wit, no words, no tears I in these flowery meads would be 83 85 304 142 252 296 188 250 260 73 320 98 278 280 341 205 297 106 37 21 309 102 62 I know as well as you she is not fair 181 I know my soul hath power to know all things I love, and have some cause to love, the earth 33 87 I loved thee once, I'll love no more I met a traveller from an antique land I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong I never gave a lock of hair away I prithee send me back my heart I sat beside the streamlet PAGE 198 56 254 107 291 323 I saw Eternity the other night 224 I stand upon the summit of my years 109 I stood, one Sunday morning 268 I strove with none, for none was worth my I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless 296 I'd a dream to-night I travell'd among unknown men . I wander'd lonely as a cloud I weigh not fortune's frown or smile I went to her who loveth me no more. If only in dreams may man be fully blest If there were dreams to sell If this fair rose offend thy sight If thou must love me, let it be for nought If Thou survive my well-contented day If to be absent were to be. 49 190 115 202 197 244 148 305 302 247 307 90 44 238 If you be that May Margaret I'm wearing awa', Jean In martial sports I had my cunning tried In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes 221 9 278 In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining In the merrie moneth of Maye In this world, the Isle of Dreams Is there a whim-inspired fool Is there for honest poverty. Is this a fast, to keep --- It flows through old hush'd Egypt and its sands It fortifies my soul to know It is a beauteous evening, calm and free It is not growing like a tree It was a beauty that I saw It was her first sweet child, her heart's delight It was not in the winter Jesus, lover of my soul John Anderson my jo, John Just for a day you crossed my life's dull track 113 8 163 282 Lay a garland on my hearse Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom PAGE 240 Life and Thought have gone away Life! I know not what thou art Life of Life! Thy lips enkindle Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore Like to the clear in highest sphere Like to the falling of the star Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man Look out upon the stars, my love Lord! who art merciful as well as just Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round! Love is a sickness full of woes Love not me for comely grace Love within the lover's breast Mary! I want a lyre with other strings Men of England, heirs of Glory Methought I saw my late espoused saint 254 229 362 121 279 326 50 31 177 Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour Mine be a cot beside the hill Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord Momentous to himself as I to me Mortality, behold and fear Mother, I cannot mind my wheel Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold Music, when soft voices die My boat is on the shore My fairest child, I have no song to give you My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes My little love, do you remember My love he built me a bonnie bower My love in her attire doth show her wit My mind lets go a thousand things My mother bore me in the southern wild My once-dear Love! - hapless that I no more 23 58 322 298 226 215 37 My thoughts hold mortal strife My true-love hath my heart, and I have his Never seek to tell thy love Never the time and the place Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger Not, Celia, that I juster am Now fades the last long streak of snow Now the day is over Now the lusty Spring is seen O blithe new-comer! I have heard O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done O Day most calm, most bright O dinna ask me gin I lo'e ye O, fain would I, before I die O Friend! I know not which way I must look O God! our help in ages past O lovers' eyes are sharp to see O Mary, at thy window be O Mary, go and call the cattle home O Mistress mine, where are you roaming O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South O Time! O Death! I clasp you in my arms O World! O Life! O Time! Oh talk not to me of a name great in story Of a' the airts the wind can blaw 217 130 152 201 343 Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee One word is too often profaned Orphan hours, the year is dead Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd Out of the night that covers me. 48 349 65 29 356 Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth Preserve thy sighs, unthrifty girl. Prithee tell me, Dimple-Chin Proud Maisie is in the wood Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak Rest is not quitting Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me Rock of ages, cleft for me Roses, their sharp spines being gone Say not, the struggle nought availeth. Scorn not the sonnet; critic, you have frowned Seamen three! What men be ye? Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? She dwelt among the untrodden ways She is not fair to outward view She stood breast high amid the corn She walks in beauty, like the night Should auld acquaintance be forgot Shut not so soon; the dull-ey'd night. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Sister, awake! close not your eyes Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile Sleep on, my Love, in thy cold bed Sleep, Silence' child, sweet father of soft rest Sleep, sleep, beauty bright Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears Sole Lord of Lords and very King of Kings Somewhere or other there must surely be Souls of Poets dead and gone Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! 308 321 267 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king Star that bringest home the bee. Steer hither, steer your winged pines Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame. ΙΟΙ 153 236 163 |