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Push hard across the sand, Sw 866
Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane, Cl 705

Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat, T 525

Quick, painter, quick, the moment seize, Cl 703

Quoth a young Sadducee, RB 657

Rain, rain and sun! a rainbow in the sky! T 540

Raised are the dripping oars, Ar 719
Rarely, rarely comest thou, Sh 347
Remain, ah not in youth alone, L 442
"Return we dare not as we fain, Sw 909
Revered, beloved O you that hold, T 513
Rhaicos was born amid the hills wherefrom,

L 446

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, T 510
Rivulet crossing my ground, T 521
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean
roll, B 239

Roman Virgil, thou that singest Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire, T 550

Rome disappoints me still; but I shrink and adapt myself to it, Cl 692

Rome is fallen, I hear, the gallant Medici taken, Cl 693

Room after room, RB 630

Rough wind, that moanest loud, Sh 369
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
RB 605

Round us the wild creatures, RB 681
Rousseau - Voltaire-
e-our Gibbon- and De
Staël, B 214

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Row us out from Desenzano, to your Sirmione row! T 550

Said Abner "At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, RB 611

St. Agnes' Eve· Ah, bitter chill it was! K 398

Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate, B 258 Saith man to man, We've heard and known, M 860

Savage, I was sitting in my house, late, lone: RB 671

Say not the struggle nought availeth, Cl 695 Say over again and yet once over again, EBB


Say what blinds us, that we clain the glory, Ar 714

Scorn not the sonnet; critic, you have frowned, W 58

Sea beyond sea, sand after sweep of sand, Sw 902

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, K 409

Seaward goes the sun, and homeward by the down, Sw 904

See, as the prettiest grave will do in time,
RB 605

See what a lovely shell, T 522
Self-exiled Harold wanders forth again, B


Send but a song oversea for us, Sw 886

Set where the upper streams of Simois flow Ar 765

Shall I sonnet-sing you about myself? RB 672

Shame upon you, Robin, T 543

She dwelt among the untrodden ways, W 14
She fell asleep on Christmas Eve, R 774
She knew it not most perfect pain, R 779
She loves him; for her infinite soul is love,
R 801

She should never have looked at me, RB 594.

She walks in beauty, like the night, B 186
She was a Phantom of delight, W 42
Sing me a hero! Quench my thirst, RB

So all day long the noise of battle roll'd, T 481

"So careful of the type?" but no, T 505 So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, W 62 So ends the winning of the Golden Fleece, M


So far as our story approaches the end, RB 633

So go forth to the world, to the good report and the evil, Cl 693

So in the sinful streets, abstracted and alone, Cl 697

So, I shall see her in just three days, RB 631 Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sc 159

Some future day when what is now is not, Cl 701

Some ladies love the jewels in Love's zone, R 794

Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, R 797

So now my summer task is ended, Mary,
Sh 291

Soon, O Ianthe! life is o'er, L 442
So sang he: and as meeting rose and rose,
R 800

"So say the foolish!" Say the foolish so, love, RB 683

So then, I feel not deeply! if I did, L 455
Souls of poets dead and gone, K 390
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife, Sc

So we'll go no more a-roving, B 271
Spray of song that springs in April, light of

love that laughs through May, Sw 905
Spring am I, too soft of heart, M 857
Stand close around, ye Stygian set, L 437
Standing aloof in giant ignorance, K 389
Stand still, true poet that you are, RB 632
Stern daughter of the voice of God, W 44
Strahan, Tonson, Lintot of the times, B 270
Strange fits of passion have I known, W 14
Strew on her roses, roses, Ar 727

Strong son of God, immortal Love, T 499 Such, British Public, ye who like me not, RB 668

Such a starved bank of roses, RB 677
Summer is coming, summer is coming, T 553
Sunset and evening star, T 553
Surprised by joy-impatient as the wind,
W 55

Sweet and low, sweet and low, T 498
Sweet after showers, ambrosial air, T 508
Sweet dimness of her loosened hair's down-
fall, R 797

Sweet Highland girl, a very shower, W 37
Sweet is true love, tho' given in vain, T 525
Sweet spirit, sister of that orphan one, Sh 348
Sweet stream-fed glen, why say "farewell"
to thee, R 806

Sweet twining hedge flowers wind-stirred in no wise, R 795

Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Sh 357

Take these flowers, which purple waving, Sc


Tanagra! think not I forget, L 436

Tax not the royal saint with vain expense, W 57

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, T 497

Tears of the widower, when he sees, T 501 Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light, Sh 348

That second time they hunted me, RB 606 That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, RB 595

That son of Italy who tried to blow, Ar 761 That which we dare invoke to bless, T 512 The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold, B 187

The awful shadow of some unseen Power, Sh 287

The Baron of Smaylho'me rose with day, Sc 108

The bee with his comb, RB 591

The blessed damozel leaned out, R 774
The castled crag of Drachenfels, B 196
The chrysolites and rubies Bacchus brings,
L 455

The churl in spirit, up or down, T 511

The clearest eyes in all the world they read, Sw 909

The cock is crowing, W 26

The Danube to the Severn gave, T 502
The day is dark and the night, R 808
The day returns, my natal day, L 443
The evening comes, the fields are still, Ar 764
The everlasting universe of things, Sh 288
The face of all the world is changed, I think,
EBB 55

The fancy I had today, RB 671

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath, EBB 562

The flower that smiles today, Sh 358

The fountains mingle with the river, Sh 299 The frost performs its secret ministry, C 90 The gallant youth, who may have gained, W 59

The gods held talk together, group'd in knots,

Ar 745

The gray sea, and the long black land, RB


The heavenly bay, ringed round with cliffs and moors, Sw 901

The hour which might have been yet might not be, R 800

The human spirits saw I on a day, Cl 690 The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece, B 249 The joy, the triumph, the delight, the madness, Sh 334

The lamp must be replenish'd, but even then, B 214

The lost days of my life until today, R 806
The moth's kiss first, RB 596

The moon is up, and yet it is not night, B 235
The Niobe of nations, there she stands, B 236
The odor from the flower is gone, Sh 293
The out-spread world to span, Ar 715
The pale stars are gone, Sh 329

The path thro' which that lovely twain, Sh 315

The poet in a golden clime was born, T 461
The poetry of earth is never dead, K 374
The poets pour us wine, RB 674
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, T 497
The rain set early in tonight, RB 569
There be none of Beauty's daughters, B 189
There came an image in life's retinue, R 799
There is a flower I wish to wear, L 457
There is a yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, W

There is delight in singing, tho' none hear,
L 443

"There is no God" the wicked saith, CI 694 There is sweet music here that softer falls, T 472

There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier, T 464
There rolls the deep where grew the tree, T

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There was a sound of revelry by night, B 192 There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, W 39

There are the symbols, on that cloth of red, R 779

There were four of us about that bed, M 833 The sails flapped loose, the wind was still, R 788

The sea gives her shells to the shingle, Sw 879 The sea is at ebb, and the sound of her utmost word, Sw 903

The sea is awake, and the sound of the song
of the joy of her waking is rolled, Sw 905
The sea is calm tonight, Ar 763
These little firs today are things, R 777

The skies have sunk, and hid the upper snow, Cl 702

The sky is changed! and such a change! of night, B 202

The sky is overcast, W 5

The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, EBB 559

The spirit of the world, Ar 768

The splendor falls on castle walls, T 498
The stars are forth, the moon above the tops,
B 231

The sun is warm, the sky is clear, Sh 296 The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains, T 540

The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, Sc 164 The time draws near the birth of Christ, T 510

The tongue of England, that which myriads, L 454

The unremitting voice of nightly streams, W 63

The violet in the green-wood bower, Sc 108 The voice and the Peak, T 542

The voice of the spirits of air and of earth, Sh 330

The weltering London ways where children weep, R 812

The wish, that of the living whole, T 605
The word of the sun to the sky, Sw 892
The world is a bundle of hay, B 271

The world is too much with us; late and soon, W 50

The world's great age begins anew, Sh 367 The woods decay, the leaves decay and fall, T 535

The year's at the spring, RB 576

The year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by, L 450

They rose to where their sovran eagle sails, T 543

They say that hope is happiness, B 212 Thick rise the spear-shafts o'er the land, M 862

Thin are the night-skirts left behind, R 809 Think thou and act; tomorrow thou shalt die, R 803

This feast-day of the sun, his altar there, R 803

This is a spray the Bird clung to, RB 629
This is her picture as she was, R 776
This is that blessed Mary, pre-elect, R 778
This is the place. Even here the dauntless
soul, R 811

This river does not see the naked sky, K 383 This truth came borne with bier and pall, T 507

This world is very odd we see, Cl 695
Thou art folded, thou art lying, Sh 336
Thou art speeding round the sun, Sh 336
Thou comest! all is said without a word, EBB

Thou earth, calm empire of a happy soul, Sh 337

Though God, as one that is an householder, R 804

Though the day of my destiny's over B 209

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Those who have laid the harp aside, L 438 Three years she grew in sun and shower, W 15

Thrice three hundred thousand years, Sh 300 Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused, Ar 754

Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Ar 719

Through the great sinful streets of Naples as I passed, Cl 696

Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, M 843

Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, T 498
Thy voice is on the rolling air, T 513
Tibur is beautiful too, and the orchard slopes,

and the Arno, Cl 692

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clock, C 82

'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, B 272

'Tis well; 'tis something, we may stand, T 502 Titan! to whose immortal eyes, B 213

To be a sweetness more desired than spring, R 801

Today death seems to me an infant child, R 807

To my ninth decade I have tottered on, L 458

To one who has been long in city pent, K 373

To spend uncounted years of pain, CI 704 To the deep, to the deep, Sh 317

To the Lords of Convention, 'twas Claver'se who spoke, Sc 165

Touch him ne'er slightly, into song he broke, RB 680

Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men, W 32

To wear out heart and nerves and brain, Cl 705

Tranquility! thou better name, C 94
True-love, an thou be true, Sc 164

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud, T 524

'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Ar 761

'Twas evening, though not sunset, and the tide, L 427

"Twas twilight and the sunless day went down, B 243

Twenty years hence my eyes may grow L


Twist ye, twine ye, even so, Sc 162 'Twixt the sunlight and the shade. M 827

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sleep, which gave, R 812 Two separate divided silences, R 799 Two souls diverse out of our human sight, Sw 899

Two voices are there; one is of the sea, W 50

Unfathomable sea: whose waves are years, Sh 357

Unlike are we, unlike, O princely heart, EBB 555

Under the arch of Life, where love and death, R 804

Upon an eve I sat me down and wept, M 857 Upon a Sabbath-day it fell, K 404

Up, up, my friend, and quit your books, W


Up with me! up with me into the clouds! W 45

Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity, RB 609
Various the roads of life; in one, L 443
Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying, C 101
Verse-making was least of my virtues: I
viewed with despair, RB 681

Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land and sea, T 548

Waken, lords and ladies gay, Sc 113
Wanting is what? RB 680

Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her hair, R 795

Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword, B 187 Wasted, weary,

wherefore stay, Sc 162 Was that the landmark? What the foolish well, R 802

Watch thou and fear; tomorrow thou shalt die, R 803

Water, for anguish of the solstice: nay, R 779

We are in love's land today, Sw 878

We are what suns and winds and waters make us, L 429

Wearily, drearily, M 839

Weary of myself, and sick of asking, Ar 721
We cannot kindle when we will, Ar 721
We come from the mind, Sh 330

We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair; thou art goodly, O Love, Sw 868 Welcome, old friend! These many years, L

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What secret thing of splendor or of shade, Sw 910

What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew, T 553

What thing unto mine ear, R 789

What voice did on my spirit fall? Cl 693 What we. when face to face we see, Cl 699 What will it please you, my darling, hereafter to be? Sw 901

What, you are stepping westward, W 38 Wheer'asta bean saw long and mea liggin' ere aloan? T 538

When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, B 271

When do I see thee most, beloved one? R 794

When first, descending from the moorlands W 61

When Helen first saw wrinkles in her face, Ꮮ 430

When I have borne in memory what has tamed, W 33

When I have fears that I may cease to be, K 381

When Israel of the Lord beloved, Sc 164
When Lazarus left his charnel-cave, T 504
When on my bed the moonlight falls, T 506
When our two souls stand up erect and
strong, EBB 559

When princely Hamilton's abode, Sc 111
When the buds began to burst, L 457
When the enemy is near thee, Cl 695
When the hounds of spring are on winter's

traces, Sw 866

When the lamp is shattered, Sh 369
When we met first and loved, I did not build
EBB 562

When vain desire at last and vain regret, R 808

When we two parted, B 171

Where are the great whom thou wouldʼst
wish to praise thee? Cl 695
Where art thou, beloved Tomorrow, Sh 368
Where art thou gone, light-ankled youth?
L 454

Where art thou, my beloved son, W 43
Where Claribel low-lieth, T 461

Where lies the land to which the ship would go, Cl 701

Where shall the lover rest, Sc 126
Where the quiet-colored end of evening smiles,
RB 618

Whiles in the early winter eve, M 861

Who is the happy warrior? who is he, W 47 Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass, Sw 884

Who kill'd John Keats, B 271

Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail, T 511

Who prop, thou ask st, in these hard days, my mind? Ar 708

Who shall contend with his lords, Sw 871 Who, who from Dian's feast would be away? K 387

Who will away to Athens with me? who, L 444

"Why?" Because all I haply can and do, RB 682

Why did you melt your waxen man, R 780 "Why from the world" Ferishtah smiled, "should thanks," RB 682

Why sit'st thou by that ruin'd hall, Sc 163
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie, Sc 162
Why, why repine, my pensive friend, L 440
Why, William, on that old gray stone, W 8
Why wilt thou cast the roses from thy hair?
R 785

Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet, T 509 Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best, RB 661

Wisdom and spirit of the universe, W 12 Wish no word unspoken, want no look away; RB 681

With Farmer Allan at the farm abode, T 484 With little here to do or see, W 35

With rosy hand a little girl pressed down, L 442

With sacrifice before the rising morn, W 51 With Shakespeare's manhood at a boy's wild heart R 811

With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee,
EBB 562

With trembling fingers did we weave, T 503
Witless alike of will and way divine, RB 668
Woe, he went galloping into the war, RB 682
Worlds on worlds are rolling ever, Sh 366
Would a man 'scape the rod? RB 657
Would that the structure brave, the mani.
fold music I build, RB 657
Wrinkled ostler, grim and thin, T 495

Years, many parti-colored years, L 455
Ye clouds! that far above me float and pause
C 88

Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
EBB 562

Yes! in the sea of life enisled, Ar 757
Yes, it was the mountain echo, W 48
Yes; I write verses now and then, L 441
Yet love, mere love, is beautiful indeed, EBB

Ye who have passed Death's haggard hills and ye, R 806

You ask me why, tho' ill at ease, T 479 You know, we French stormed Ratisbon, RB 594

You'll love me yet! and I can tarry, RB 588 Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, RB 626

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, R 796

You say, but with no touch of scorn, T 509 You send me your love in a letter, Sw 900 You smiled, you spoke, and I believed, I


Youth! thou wear'st to manhood now, Se 165

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