Hail holy Light, offspring of heaven first born Happy the man, whose wish and care ... Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star ... PAGE 47 112 100 228 107 325 113 53 Her, by her smile, how soon the stranger knows How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers... I come in gleams from the land of dreams I do confess that I have wished to give I have had playmates, I have had companions I have sinuous shells of pearly hue I hid my face awhile, then cried aloud I strove with none, for none was worth my strife I wandered lonely as a cloud... I was a stricken deer, that left the herd I weep for Adonais-he is dead I weigh not fortune's frown or smile I would I had some flowers o' the spring If all the world and love were young 46 81 332 22 123 61 192 21 300 383 369 275 371 363 221 157 291 40 22 31 79 348 It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying 329 Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust Let time and chance combine, combine ... : Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round ... Man is his own star, and the soul that can ... Much have I travelled in the realms of gold My birthday!--what a different sound ... ... My fairest child, I have no song to give you ... My life was a long dream; when I awoke ... 257 Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled Not far advanced was morning day Not to know vice at all, and keep true state Now, by your children's cradles, now by your father's graves Obscurest night involved the sky O day of Ashes!-twice for me O for a sculptor's hand ... O Liberty, thou goddess heavenly bright ... : PAGE 140 49 348 238 77 51 152 376 367 74 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west 248 327 314 143 Of all the thoughts of God that are Of Nelson and the North Of old, when Scarron his companions invited ... ... Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray On Linden, when the sun was low Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires ... Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow Rest, blessed soul, rest satiate with the sight ... That the great angel-blinding light should shrink ... ... The curfew tolls the knell of parting day The merry world did on a day ... The Minstrel-boy to the war is gone ... ... The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er The spacious firmament on high The stately homes of England The summer dawn's reflected hue The sun is warm, the sky is clear The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill The thread she spun it gleamed like gold The world is too much with us; late and soon There was a boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs There was a poet whose untimely tomb There was a ripple on the water's face... PAGE 156 219 289 385 261 There was a sound of revelry by night ... There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream ... There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away...... ... ... This only grant me, that my means may lie Thou wast that all to me, love Three poets, in three distant ages born Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back ... Unhappy White! while life was in its spring Virtue could see to do what Virtue would Wake now, my love, awake! for it is time ... ... ... 202 258 51 115 81 70 99 310 102 271 167 397 69 194 19 27 180 266 361 |