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Comfort thee, O thou mourner, yet awhile! L 444

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn, T 488

Consider the sea's listless chime, R 779 Contemplate all this work of Time, T 512 Could Juno's self more sovereign presence wear, R 798

Could we forget the widow's hour, T 504 Could you not drink her gaze like wine? R 777

"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, T 472

Creep into thy narrow bed, Ar 764

Crouch'd on the pavement, close by Belgrave Square, Ar 762

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Days dawn on us that make amends for many, Sw 907

Day set on Norham's castled steep, Sc 114 Dear and great angel, wouldst thou only leave, RB 631

Dear child of nature! let them rail, W 46 Dear friend, far off, my last desire, T 513 Dear, had the world in its caprice, RB 630 Dear, near and true no true Time himself, T 539

Death stands above me, whispering low, L 456

Death, what hast thou to do with one for whom, Sw 909

Deep in the shady sadness of a vale, K 410
Decp on the convent-roof the snows, T 479
Departing summer hath assumed, W 56
Dip down upon the northern shore, T 507
Dos'nt thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they
canter awaay? T 541

Dost thou look back on what hath been, T 506

Do you remember me? or are you proud? L 441

Each eve earth falleth down the dark, M 861 Earth has not anything to show more fair, W 31

Earth, ocean, air, beloved brotherhood! Sh 276

Eat thou and drink; tomorrow thou shalt die, R 803

Echoes we: listen! Sh 314

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, C 98
Escape me? RB 630

Eternal hatred I have sworn against, L 457 Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind, B 206

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky, W 58 Even as a child, of sorrow that we give, R 797

Even in a palace, life may be led well, Ar 761

Ever let the fancy roam, K 390

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Father! the little girl we see, L 437

Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat, RB 667

Fiend, I defy thee! with a calm fixed mind, Sh 303

Fire is in the flint: true, once a spark escapes, RB 681

First pledge our Queen this solemn night, T 517

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed, EBB 563

Five years have passed; five summers with the length, W 9

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, T 494 Flowers I never fancied, jewel I profess you! RB 674

Flower in the crannied wall, T 541
Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
Ar 762

For many, many days together, M 825
For Orford and for Waldegrave, B 271
Four seasons fill the measure of the year, K

Friend of the wise! and teacher of the good,
C 99

Friends! hear the words my wandering thoughts would say, L 457

From child to youth; from youth to arduous man, R 802

From eve to morn, from morn to parting night, L 440

From heavy dreams fair Helen rose, Sc 105 From low to high doth dissolution climb, W 57

From Sterling Castle we had seen, W 39 From the ends of the earth, from the ends of the earth, Sh 307

From the forests and highlands, Sh 346
From unremembered ages we, Sh 309
Frowned the Laird on the Lord: "So; red-
handed I catch thee?" RB 683

Get thee behind me. Even as, heavy-curled,
R 806
Give her but a least excuse to love me, RB

Give honor unto Luke Evangelist, R 804
Give me the eyes that look on mine, L 442
Glion? Ah, twenty years, it cuts, Ar 768
Glory and loveliness have passed away, K


Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song, T 540

God said, Let there be light! and there was light, R 778

Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Ar 713 Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill, Ar 741

Go from me, yet I feel that I shall stand, EBB 556

Gold on her head and gold on her feet, M 834 Go not, happy day, T 520

Good, to forgive, RB 677

Great men have been among us; hands that penned, W 33

Great Michelangelo, with age grown bleak, R 807

Great spirits row on earth are sojourning, K 373

Green fields of England! wheresoe'er, Cl 700 Grow old along with me, RB 659

Had I but plenty of roney, money enough and to spare, RB 619

Had she come all the way for this? M 836
Had this effulgence disappeared, W 55
Hail to the chief who in triumph advances,

Se 159

Hail to thee, blithe spirit, Sh 344

Half a league, half a league, T 518
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, RB 598
Hapless doom of woman happy in betroth-
ing, T 543

Harken, thou craggy ocean pyramid! K 389 Harp of the north, farewell! The hills grow dark, Sc 160

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star, C 96

Hast thou seen with flash incessant, W 55 Have you not noted in some family, R 796 Heap cassia, sandal-buds, and stripes, RB 568

Hear, sweet spirit, hear the spell, C 73 Heavenborn Helen, Sparta's queen, R 789 He clasps the crag with crooked hands, T 514 He held no dream worth waking: so he said, Sw 910

He is gone on the mountain, Sc 160

Here begins the sea that ends not till the world's end. Where we stand, Sw 906 Here is a story, shall stir you! Stand up, Greeks dead and gone, RB 679

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His soul fared forth as from the deep home grove, R 812

Ho! is there any will ride with me, M 838 Home they brought her warrior dead, T 499 Honey-flowers to the honey-comb, R 809 Hope evermore and believe, O man, for e'en as thy thought, Cl 698

How changed is here each spot man makes or fills, År 757

How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright, W 55

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, EBB 564

How fever'd is the man, who cannot look, K


How long in his damp trance young Juan lay, B 244

How many bards gild the lapses of time, K 373

How many voices gaily sing, L 443
How often sit I, poring o'er, Cl 688
How seldom friend! a good great man in
Merits, C 98

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I am a painter who cannot paint, RB 581 am not as these are," the poet saith, R 804 I am not one who much or oft delight, W 49 I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! RB 644

I am that which began, Sw 882

I am thine harp between thine hands, () mother! Sw 887

Ianthe! you are called to cross the sea! L 431 I arise from dreams of thee, Sh 299

I ask not that my bed of death, Ar 765

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers Sh 343

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, T 468

I Catherine am a Douglas born, R 812

I come from haunts of coot and hern, T 518 I come to visit thee again, L 442

I could have painted pictures like that youth's, RB 608

I did not look upon her eyes, R 780

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
Sh 347

I envy not in any moods, T 503
If childhood were not in the world, Sw 900
If ever I should condescend to prose, B 242

I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden, Sh 345
If from the public way you turn your steps,
W 19

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange,
EBB 562

If it is thou whose casual hand withdraws,
CI 705

If love were what the rose is, Sw 874
If Nature, for a favorite child, W 16

If one could have that little head of hers, RB 667

I met a traveller from an antique land, Sh 293

In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, Sw 889

In a drear-nighted December, K 389

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I never gave a lock of hair away. EBB 558 Inland, within a hollow vale I stood, W 32 In love, if love be ours, T 524

In our museum galleries, R 783

In the bare midst of Anglesey they show, Ar 762

In the deserted, moon-blanch'd street, Ar 721

In the sweet shire of Cardigan, W 6

In the white-flowered hawthorn brake, M 855

In this lone, open glade I lie, Ar 724

In those sad words I took farewell, T 506
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, C 72

In youth from rock to rock I went, W 34
I past beside the reverend walls, T 508
Iphigeneia, when she heard her doom, L


I plucked a honeysuckle where, R 788

I read, before my eyelids dropped their shade, T 474

I said: "Nay, pluck not, let the first fruit be," R 305

I said - Then dearest, since 'tis so, RB 634 I sate beside a sage's bed, Sh 310

I sat with love upon a woodside well, R 799 I saw again the spirits on a day, Cl 69

I see thine image through my tears tonight, EBB 561

I send my heart up to thee, all my heart, RB 596

I shiver, spirit fierce and bold, W 36

I sing the fates of Gebir. He had dwelt, L 425

I sing to him that rests below, T 502

Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, EBB 560
Is it not better at an early hour, L 443
Is it not true that every day, M 827
I sometimes hold it half a sin, T 500

I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he, RB 603

Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child, B 189

I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, B 234

I stood on Brocken's sovran height, and saw, C 93

I stood within the Coliseum's wall, B 231

I strove with none: for none was worth my strife, L 456

Italia, mother of the souls of men, Sw 907
Italia! oh Italia! thou who hast, B 236
Italia! too, Italia! looking on thee, B 204
It does not hurt. She looked along the knife,
Sw 889

It fortifies my soul to know, Cl 702

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, EBB 564

I think of thee! my thoughts do twine and bud, EBB 561

I thought of thee, my partner and my guide, W 57

I thought once how Theocritus had sung, EBB 555

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, W 31

It is an ancient mariner, C 73

It is not sweet content, be sure, Cl 694

It is not to be thought of that the flood, W 33

It is the first mild day of March, W 8
It is the miller's daughter, T 463

It keeps eternal whisperings around, K 380
It little profits that an idle king, T 487
It once might have been, once only, RB 666
- It seems a day, W 13

I travelled among unkrown men, W 15
It was a dream (ah! what is not a dream?),
L 456

It was a lovely sight to see, C 84

It was roses, roses all the way, RB 633
I've a friend, over the sea, RB 606

I waited for the train at Coventry, T 492

I wandered lonely as a cloud, W 43

I was thy neighbor once, thou rugged pile, W

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Like labor-laden moonclouds faint to flee, R 799

Like the ghost of a dear friend dead, Sh 348 Live thy life, T 553

Lo, from our loitering ship a new land at last to be seen, M 863

Lo, here is God, and there is God! Cl 689 Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man, Ar 762

Look in my face; my name is Might-havebeen, R 807

Lord of days and nights, that hear thy word of wintry warning, Sw 908

Lord of the Celtic dells, L 438

Love is and was my lord and king, T 513 Love is enough: ho ye who seek saving, M


Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of song, Sw 895

Love thou thy land, with love far-brought, T 480

Love to his singer held a glistening leaf, R 801

Low was our pretty cot, our tallest rose, C 69 Lo, when we wade the tangled wood, M 864 Lo! where the four mimosas blend their shade, L 432

Maid of Athens, ere we part, B 170
Man is blind because of sin, Ár 764
Many a green isle needs must be, Sh 293
Many a hearth upon our dark globe cighs
after many a vanish'd face, T 550
Many love music but for music's sake, L. 455
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Sc

Master of the murmuring courts, R 786
Mild is the parting year, and sweet, L 431
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour,
W 33

Moderate tasks and moderate leisure, Ar 714
Monarch of gods and demons and all spirits,
Sh 299

Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, B 215

Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes, W 61
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel, L 440
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold, K

Music, when soft voices die, Sh 358
My boat is on the shore, B 234

My briar that smelledst sweet, L 432

My coursers are fed with the lightning, Sh 319

My father was a scholar and knew Greek, RB 684

My first thought was, he lied in every word, RB 641

My future will not copy fair my past, EBB 564

My good blade carves the casques of men, T


My hair is gray but not with years, B 206 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains, K 408

My heart leaps up when I behold, W 26
My hopes retire, my wishes as before, L 443
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white,
EBB 561

My love has talk'd with rocks and trees, T 509

My love, this is the bitterest, that thou, RB 626 My own Beloved, who hast lifted me, EBB 560

My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes,
EBB 558

My sister! my sweet sister! if a name, B 210
My soul is an enchanted boat, Sh 321
My spirit is too weak mortality, K.386

Nay, but you, who do not love her, RB 605 Nay traveller! rest. This lonely yew tree stands, W 4

Never the time and the place, RB 681
Nobly, nobly, Cape Saint Vincent to the
Northwest died away, RB 605

No, great Dome of Agrippa, thou art not
Christian! canst not, Cl 692

Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, Sb


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Now Morning from her orient chamber came,
K 372

No, my own Love of other years! L 441
Non ego hoc ferrem calida juventa, B 242
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist, K

Not as with sundering of the earth, Sw 869 Not by one measure may'st thou mete our love, R 798

Nothing so difficult as a beginning, B 253
No! those days are gone away, K 388
Not if men's tongues and angels' all in one,
Sw 899

Not I myself know all my love for thee, R 798

Not that the earth is changing, O my God, R 778

Now, sometimes in my sorrow shut, T 503 Now fades the last long streak of snow, T 511 Nuns fret not at their convents' narrow room, W 48

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Oh! there are spirits of the air, Sh 275
Oh, to be in England, RB 605

Oh yes! they love through all this world of ours, EBB 563

Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Sc 141

O June, Ó June, that we desired so, M 854 "Old things need not be therefore true," Cl 700

O let me love my love unto myself alone, Cl 704 O, let the solid ground, T 519

O living will that shalt endure, T 513

O lord of all compassionate control, R 794
O lovers' eyes are sharp to see, Sc 113

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird, RB 668

O muse that swayest the sad northern song, M 864

On a battle-trumpet's blast, Sh 310

On a poet's lips I slept, Sh 310

Once did she hold the glorious earth in fee, W 31

Once in a golden hour, T 539

Once more the changed year's turning wheel returns, R 805

Once more upon the waters! yet once more, B 189

One day, it thundered and lightened, RB 680 One flame-winged brought a white-winged harp-player, R 794

On either side the river lie, T 462

One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, CI 708

One morn before me were three figures seen, K 405

One word is too often profaned, Sh 368
One writes that "other friends remain," T

One year ago my path was green, L 441
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies, T


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O Rome! my country! city of the soul, B 236 O set us down together in some place, M 850 Or shall I say, vain word, false thought, Cl 694

O ship, ship, ship, Cl 702

O sleep, it is a gentle thing, C 77

O soft embalmer of the still midnight, K 423 O solitude! if I must with thee dwell, K 372 O sorrow, K 386

O sorrow, cruel fellowship, T 500

O sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm!

K 385

O stream descending to the sea, Cl 702

O swallow, swallow, flying, flying south, T


O that I now, I too were, Sw 868

O that 'twere possible, T 523

Others abide our question. Thou art free, Ar 708

O thou that after toil and storm, T 504
O thou that sendest out the man, T 542
O thou who at Love's hour ecstatically, R

O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought,
W 33

O thou whose image on the shrine, Cl 699
O thou, whose mighty palace roof doth hang,

K 382

O thou, wild fancy, check thy wing! No more, C 66

Our gaieties, our luxuries, C1 695

Our hided vessels in their pitchy round, I.


Our spoil is won, Sh 331

Out of my way! Off! or my sword may strike thee, L 452

Overhead the tree-tops meet, RB 591
Over the great windy waters, and over the
clear-crested summits, Cl 691

Over the sea our galleys went, RB 568
O, well for him whose will is strong, T 524
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, K 422
O wild west wind, thou breath of autumn's
being, Sh 297

O woman! in our hours of ease, Sc 156
O world! O life! O time! Sh 358

O ye, all ye that walk in Willowwood, R 800
O yet we trust that somehow good, T 505
O young mariner, T 551

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, W 27 Pardon, oh pardon, that my soul should make, EBB 563

Past ruin'd l'ion Helen lives, L 431
Peace, come away: the song of woe, T 506
Peace in her chamber, wheresoe'er, R 727
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Sc 163
Pleasures newly found are sweet, W 27
Pleasure! why thus desert the heart, L 431
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know, Sh

Pray but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips, M 827

Proud Maisie is in the wood, Sc 164 Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak, L 443

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