INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A blessing on thy head, thou child of many hopes and fears, [502]
A child beside a hamlet’s fount at play, [604]
A child midst ancient mountains I have stood, [601]
A deep-toned lyre hung murmuring, [478]
A dim and mighty minster of old time, [574]
A fearless journeyer o’er the mountain-snow, [603]
A glorious voice hath ceased, [585]
A lyre its plaintive sweetness pour’d, [559]
A mighty and a mingled throng, [493]
A monarch on his deathbed lay, [423]
A mournful gift is mine, my friends, [483]
A requiem, and for whom, [435]
A song for Israel’s God! Spear, crest, and helm, [598]
A song for the death-day of the brave, [425]
A song was heard of old, a low sweet song, [535]
A sound comes on the rising breeze, [561]
A sound of music from amidst the hills, [415]
A sound of woe in Salem! mournful cries, [98]
A sounding step was heard by night, [476]
A trumpet’s note is in the sky, in the glorious Roman sky, [479]
A voice from Scio’s isle, [243]
A voice from times departed yet floats thy hills among, [148]
A voice of woe, a murmur of lament, [255]
A wail was heard around the bed, the deathbed of the young, [350]
A youth rode forth from his childhood’s home, [477]
A youth went forth to exile, from a home, [351]
Again, oh send that anthem-peal again, [557]
Ah cease! these fruitless tears restrain, [49]
All night the booming minute-gun, [373]
AU the bright hues from Eastern garlands glowing, [601]
Alone through gloomy forest-shades, [537]
Along the star-lit Seine went music swelling, [404]
Amidst the bitter tears that fall, [46]
Amidst the peopled and the regal isle, [141]
Amidst the thrilling leaves, thy voice, [495]
Amidst those scenes, O pilgrim I seek’st thou Rome, [50]
And come, ye faithful! round Messiah seen, [597]
And is there glory from the heaven departed, [375]
And is there sadness in thy dreams, my boy, [458]
And shrink ye from the way, [430]
And there they sleep, the men who stood, [251]
And was thy home, pale wither’d thing, [245]
And ye are strong to shelter: all meek things, [619]
Another warning sound! The funeral bell, [187]
Answer me, burning stars of night, [424]
Answer, ye chiming waves, [511]
Apropos of your illness, pray give, if you please, [139]
Are ye for ever to your skies departed, [354]
Arise! old Norway sends the word, [567]
Art thou come from the far-off land at last, [501]
As the tired voyager on stormy seas, [597]
Ask’st thou my home? my pathway wouldst thou know, [364]
Ave! now let prayer and music, [540]
Away! though still thy sword is red, [293]
Ay, warrior, arm! and wear thy plume, [490]
Back then, once more to breast the waves of life, [629]
Banners hung drooping from on high, [604]
Bear them not from grassy dells, [556]
Before the fiery sun, [242]
Beings of brighter worlds, that rise at times, [114]
Beside the streams of Babylon, in tears, [46]
Bird of the greenwood, [556]
Bird, that art singing on Ebro’s side, [540]
Birds, joyous birds of the wandering wing, [434]
Blessing and love be round thee still, fair boy, [520]
Blessings be round it still, that gleaming fane, [603]
Blessings, O Father! shower, [596]
Brave spirit! mourn’d with fond regret, [55]
Bride! upon thy marriage-day, [466]
Brightly, brightly hast thou fled, [562]
Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board, [362]
Bring music! stir the brooding air, [554]
Broods there some spirit here, [577]
By a mountain-stream at rest, [566]
By the blue waters, the restless ocean-waters, [627]
By the dark stillness brooding in the sky, [607]
By the dread and viewless powers, [145]
By the mighty minster’s bell, [372]
By the soft green light in the woody glade, [433]
Call back your odours, lovely flowers, [551]
Call it not loneliness to dwell, [210]
Calm on the bosom of thy God, [357]
Calm scenes of patriarch life! how long a power, [620]
Chains on the cities, gloom in the air, [540]
Chieftains, lead on! our hearts beat high, [58]
Child! amidst the flowers at play, [377]
Children of night, unfolding meekly, slowly, [551]
Clad in all their brightest green, [1]
Come away, elves! while the dew is sweet, [565]
Come away! the child, where flowers are springing, [560]
Come away! the sunny hours, [543]
Come forth, and let us through our hearts receive, [621]
Come from the woods with the citron flowers, [388]
Come home! there is a sorrowing breath, [465]
Come, let me make a sunny realm around thee, [504]
Come near, ere yet the dust, [353]
Come to me, dreams of heaven, [564]
Come to me, gentle sleep, [567]
Come to me, when my soul, [519]
Come to me with your triumphs and your woes, [477]
Come to the land of peace, [499]
Come to the sunset tree, [494]
Come to the woods, my boy, [592]
Come, while in freshness and dew it lies, [367]
Creature of air and light, [491]
Crowning a flowery slope, it stood alone, [603]
Dark chieftain of the heath and height, [506]
Darkly the cloud of night comes rolling on, [558]
Darkly thou glidest onward, [492]
Daughter of the Italian heaven, [469]
Day is past, [564]
Deep, fiery clouds o’ercast the sky, [531]
Divine Eliza! since the sapphire sky, [296]
Doth thy heart stir within thee at the sight, [619]
Down a broad river of the Western wilds, [402]
Dreamer! and wouldst thou know, [498]
Dream’st thou of heaven? What dreams are thine, [518]
Droop not, my brothers! I hear a glad strain, [546]
Eagle! this is not thy sphere, [480]
Earth! guard what here we lay in holy trust, [356]
Enjoy the sweets of life’s luxuriant May, [52]
Exempt from every grief, ’twas mine to live, [47]
Fair gratitude in strain sublime, [14]
Fair images of sleep, [497]
Fair Tajo, thou whose calmly-flowing tide, [44]
Fair vision! thou’rt from sunny skies, [517]
Fair wert thou in the dreams, [249]
Fallen was the house of Giafar; and its name, [417]
Far are the wings of intellect astray, [621]
Far away! my home is far away, [558]
Far from the rustlings of the poplar bough, [617]
Far through the Delphian shades, [241]
Farewell, beloved and mourn’d! we miss awhile, [520]
Father! guide me; day declines, [579]
Father in heaven, from whom the simplest flower, [621]
Father of heaven and earth, [592]
Father! that in the olive shade, [487]
Faunus! who lov’st the flying nymphs to chase, [299]
Fear was within the tossing bark, [355]
Fearfully and mournfully, [382]
Fill high the blue hirlas that shines like the wave, [146]
Firm be thy soul, serene in power, [299]
Fling forth the proud banner of Leon again, [539]
Flow on! rejoice, make music, [543]
Flow, Rio Verde, [539]
Flower of starry clearness bright, [610]
Flowers! when the Saviour’s calm benignant eye, [601]
For the strength of the hills we bless thee, [588]
For thou, a holy shepherdess and kind, [603]
Forget them not, though now their name, [494]
Fortune! why thus, where’er my footsteps tread, [48]
Fount of the woods! thou art hid no more, [365]
From a ruin thou art singing, [559]
From the bright stars, or from the viewless air, [449]
From the deep chambers of a mine, [485]
From the glowing southern regions, [150]
Gentle and lovely form, [462]
Gloom is upon thy lonely hearth, [463]
Go forth! for she is gone, [338]
Go in thy glory o’er the ancient sea, [473]
Go to the forest glade, [438]
Go! trace th’ unnumber’d streams o’er earth, [529]
Green spot of holy ground, [606]
Green wave the oak for ever o’er thy rest, [424]
Hail! morning sun, thus early bright, [52]
Happy soon we’ll meet again, [2]
Happy thou art, the child of one, [485]
Happy were they, the mothers, in whose sight, [601]
Hark! from the dim church-tower, [553]
Hark! from the right bursts forth a trumpet’s sound, [128]
Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again, [145]
Hast thou been in the woods with the honey-bee, [506]
Hast thou come with the heart of thy childhood back, [453]
Haste with your torches, baste! make firelight round, [357]
Hath the summer’s breath on the south wind borne, [484]
Have ye left the greenwood lone, [562]
He passed from earth, [609]
He sat in silence on the ground, [414]
He shall not dread misfortune’s angry mien, [48]
He that in venturous barks hath been, [530]
He that was dead rose up and spoke! He spoke, [602]
He walk’d with God in holy joy, [495]
He who proclaims that love is light and vain, [47]
Heard ye the Gothic trumpet’s blast, [95]
Heart! that didst press forward still, [476]
Her hands were clasp’d, her dark brows raised, [394]
Her home is far, oh! far away, [564]
Here in the dust, its strange adventures o’er, [21]
High in the glowing heavens, with cloudless beams, [43]
Hold me upon thy faithful heart, [561]
Home of the gifted, fare thee well, [508]
How can that eye, with inspiration beaming, [505]
How can that love, so deep, so lone, [565]
How flows thy being now? like some glad hymn, [622]
How is it that before mine eyes, [487]
How many a day, in various hues array’d, [12]
How many blessed groups this hour are bending, [629]
How many hopes were borne upon thy bier, [457]
How many thousands are wakening now, [378]
How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom, [518]
How shall the harp of poesy regain, [600]
How strange a fate in love is mine, [45]
Hush! lightly tread! still tranquilly she sleeps, [572]
Hush!’tis a holy hour. The quiet room, [374]
Hush’d is the world in night and sleep, [55]
I am free! I have burst through my galling chain, [491]
I call thee bless’d, though now the voice be fled, [461]
I come down from the hills alone, [523]
I come, I come! ye have call’d me long, [247]
I come to thee, O earth, [471]
I cry aloud, and ye shall hear my call, [138]
I dream of all things free, [546]
I go, I go! and must mine image fade, [382]
I go, sweet friends! yet think of me, [354]
I go, sweet sister! yet my heart would linger with thee fain, [548]
I hate the Persian’s costly pride, [298]
I hear thee speak of the better land, [479]
I heard a song upon the wandering wind, [554]
I lay on that rock where the storms have their dwelling, [152]
I lay upon the solemn plain, [295]
I look’d on the field where the battle was spread, [605]
I love to hear the mild and balmy hour, [3]
I love to rove o’er history’s page, [2]
I made a mountain-brook my guide, [418]
I met that image on a mirthful day, [601]
I saw him at his sport erewhile, [583]
I stood upon the threshold-stone, [626]
I stood beside thy lonely grave, [411]
I stood where the lip of song lay low, [519]
I would we had not met again, [565]
If e’er again my spirit be allow’d, [623]
If e’er from human bliss or woe, [11]
If, in thy glorious home above, [44]
If it be sad to speak of treasures gone, [423]
If thus thy fallen grandeur I behold, [49]
If thou hast crush’d a flower, [562]
If to the sighing breeze of summer hours, [51]
In Genoa, when the sunset gave, [99]
In sunset’s light o’er Afric thrown, [368]
In tears, the heart oppress’d with grief, [47]
In the deep hour of dreams, [449]
In the deep wilderness unseen she pray’d, [586]
In the full tide of melody and mirth, [360]
In the proud old fanes of England, [545]
In the shadow of the Pyramid, [516]
In the silence and grandeur of midnight I tread, [294]
In the silence of the midnight, [450]
In thy cavern-hall, [551]
Io! they come, they come, [536]
Is not thy heart far off amidst the woods, [359]
Is there some spirit sighing, [566]
It is the Rhine! our mountain-vineyards laving, [534]
It is thy pity makes me weep, [563]
It is written on the rose, [489]
It stands where Northern willows weep, [409]
It was an hour of fear and grief, [238]
It was the time when children bound to meet, [391]
It waved not through an Eastern sky, [430]
Italia! O Italia! thou so graced, [49]
Italia! oh! no more Italia now, [138]
Joy is upon the lonely seas, [378]
Joy! the lost one is restored, [594]
Know ye not when our dead, [349]
Know’st thou the land where bloom the citron bowers, [547]
Land of departed fame, whose classic plains, [22]
Leave me not yet, though rosy skies afar, [543]
Leave me, oh! leave me! unto all below, [459]
Leaves have their time to fall, [375]
Let the vain courtier waste his days, [49]
Let the yellow mead shine for the sons of the brave, [148]
Life’s parting beams were in his eye, [59]
Light the hills, till heaven is glowing, [150]
Like thee to die, thou Sun! my boyhood’s dream, [461]
Like those pale stars of tempest hours, whose gleam, [599]
Listen, fair maid! my song shall tell, [52]
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls, [67]
Look from the ancient mountains down, [609]
Look on me with thy cloudless eyes, [561]
Look on the white Alps round, [342]
Lowliest of women and most glorified, [598]
Lowly and solemn be, [585]
Lowly upon his bier, [537]
Majestic plant! such fairy dreams as lie, [623]
Mark’d ye the mingling of the city’s throng, [59]
Midnight! and silence deep, [471]
Midst the long reeds that o’er a Grecian stream, [552]
Midst Tivoli’s luxuriant glades, [85]
Mighty ones, Love and Death, [510]
Minstrel, whose gifted hand can bring, [19]
Morn once again! morn in the lone dim cell, [568]
Mother and child, whose blending tears, [410]
Mother! oh sing me to rest, [541]
Mountain-winds! oh whither do ye call me, [514]
Mournfully, sing mournfully, [481]
My battle-vow! no minster walls, [454]
My child, my child, thou leav’st me! I shall hear, [408]
My earliest memories to thy shores are bound, [618]
My father’s house once more! 605
My soul was mantled with dark shadows, born, [624]
Near thee! still near thee! o’er thy pathway gliding, [538]
Night, holy night! the time, [577]
Night hung on Salem’s towers, [606]
Night sinks on the wave, [597]
Night veil’d the mountain of the vine, [194]
No bitter tears for thee be shed, [54]
No cloud obscures the summer sky, [530]
No cloud to dim the splendours of the day, [103]
No dower of storied song is thine, [469]
No more! a harp-string’s deep and breaking tone, [488]
No searching eye can pierce the veil, [47]
No tears for thee! though light be from us gone, [482]
Nobly thy song, O minstrel! rush’d to meet, [624]
Not for the myrtle and not for the vine, [361]
Not long thy voice among us may be heard, [620]
O Cambrian river, with slow music gliding, [618]
O dim forsaken mirror, [484]
O ever joyous band, [493]
O festal spring, midst thy victorious glow, [617]
O gentle story of the Indian isle, [620]
O God, my Father and my Friend, [1]
O joy of the peasant, O stately lime, [555]
O lonely voices of the sky, [437]
O Nature, thou didst rear me for thine own, [628]
O soft star of the west, [560]
O Son of Man, [574]
O spirit-land, thou land of dreams, [462]
O sunshine and fair earth, [509]
O thou breeze of spring, [563]
O thou whose pure exalted mind, [12]
O Thought! O Memory! gems for ever heaping, [627]
O vale and Lake! within your mountain-urn, [619]
O wanderer! would thy heart forget, [54]
O ye hours, ye sunny hours, [520]
O ye voices gone, [566]
O ye voices round my own hearth singing, [545]
O’er the far blue mountains, [563]
Oft have I sung and mourn’d the bitter woes, [45]
Oft in still night-dreams a departed face, [624]
Oh! art thou still on earth, my love, [546]
Oh! ask not, hope thou not too much, [367]
Oh! beautiful thou art, [608]
Oh! bless’d beyond all daughters of the earth, [599]
Oh! blest art thou whose steps may rove, [528]
Oh! bring me one sweet orange bough, [543]
Oh! call my brother back to me, [502]
Oh! droop thou not, mine early gentle love, [538]
Oh! enter not yon shadowy cave, [341]
Oh! for thy wings, thou dove, [381]
Oh! forget not the hour when through forest and vale, [56]
Oh! how could fancy crown with thee, [354], [557]
Oh! if thou wilt not give thine heart, [490]
Oh! judge in thoughtful tenderness of those, [617]
Oh! leave thine own loved isle, [298]
Oh! lightly, lightly tread, [484]
Oh! lightly tread through these deep chestnut bowers, [510]
Oh! many a voice is thine, thou wind! full many a voice, [475]
Oh! may I ever pass my happy hours, [3]
Oh! ne’er be Clanronald the valiant forgot, [58]
Oh! pure and blessed soul, [296]
Oh! skylark, for thy wing, [544]
Oh! tell me not the woods are fair, [566]
Oh! those alone whose severed hearts, [48]
Oh! wear it on thy heart, my love, [565]
Oh! what a joy to feel that, in my heart, [621]
Oh! when wilt thou return, [377]
Oh! who hath trod thy consecrated clime, [28]
Oh! worthy fragrant gifts of flowers and wine, [299]
On Judah’s hills a weight of darkness hung, [602]
Once more the eternal melodies from far, [622]
One draught, kind fairy! from that fountain deep, [465]
One dream of passion and of beauty more, [392]
One grief, one faith, O sisters of the dead, [599]
One hour for distant homes to weep, [545]
Pause not with lingering feet, O pilgrim! here, [49]
Peace to thy dreams! thou art slumbering now, [380]
Pilgrim! oh say, hath thy cheek been fann’d, [361]
Pilgrim! whose steps these desert sands explore, [138]
Poor insect, rash as rare! thy sovereign, sure, [523]
Praise ye the Lord! on every height, [533]
Press on, my steed! I hear the swell, [150]
Propitious winds our daring bark impelled, [297]
Raise ye the sword! let the death-stroke be given, [151]
Rest on your battle-fields, ye brave, [245]
Rest, pilgrim, rest! Thou’rt from the Syrian land, [363]
Return my thoughts! come home, [607]
Return, return, my bird, [521]
Ring, joyous chords! ring out again, [364]
Rise like an altar-fire, [575]
Rocks of my country! let the cloud, [376]
Rome! Rome! thou art no more, [433]
Rose! what dost thou here, [550]
Royal in splendour went down the day, [398]
Saved from the perils of the stormy wave, [46]
Saviour! that of woman born, [596]
Saw ye the blazing star, [149]
Say not ’tis fruitless—nature’s holy tear, [296]
Seek by the silvery Darro, [540]
See’st thou my home? ’Tis where yon woods are waving, [460]
See’st thou yon gray gleaming hall, [511]
She came forth in her bridal robes array’d, [502]
She dwelt in proud Venetian halls, [515]
She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fell, [407]
She sat, where on each wind that sigh’d, [420]
She sleeps, but not the free and sunny sleep, [507]
She stood upon the loftiest peak, [352]
She that cast down the empires of the world, [138]
Should love, the tyrant of my suffering heart, [45]
Silent and mournful sat an Indian chief, [371]
Sing, sing in memory of the brave departed, [358]
Sing them upon the sunny hills, [366]
Sing to me, Gondolier, [563]
Singing of the free blue sky, [512]
Sister! since I met thee last, [559]
Sister, sweet sister! let me weep awhile, [455]
Sleep midst thy banners furl’d, [365]
Sleep, O beloved companion of my woes, [119]
Sleep!—we give thee to the wave, [559]
Soft falls the mild reviving shower, [529]
Soft skies of Italy! how richly drest, [57]
Soldier, awake! the night is past, [562]
Son of the mighty and the free, [57]
Son of the ocean isle, [246]
Son of the stranger! wouldst thou take, [344]
Sons of the fair isle! forget not the time, [152]
Sooth’d by the strain, the wasp thus made reply, [523]
Sound on! thou dark, unslumbering sea, [549]
Speak low!—the place is holy to the breath, [470]
Spirit beloved! whose wing so soon hath flown, [45]
Spirit! so oft in radiant freedom soaring, [623]
Spirit! whose life-sustaining presence fills, [602]
Still are the cowslips from thy bosom springing, [619]
Still green along our sunny shore, [244]
Still is the Syren warbling on thy shore, [536]
Still that last look is solemn! though thy rays, [620]
Stop, passenger! a wondrous tale to list, [20]
Surely ’tis all a dream, a fever-dream, [579]
Sweet rose! whose tender foliage to expand, [48]
Sweets of the wild, that breathe and bloom, [13]
Sylph of the breeze, whose dewy pinions light, [51]
That was a joyous day in Rheims of old, [403]
The Alpine horn, the Alpine horn, [545]
The bark that held a prince went down, [346]
The blue, deep, glorious heavens! I lift mine eye, [583]
The boy stood on the burning deck, [369]
The breaking waves dash’d high, [429]
The bright hours return, the blue sky is ringing, [147]
The champions had come from their fields of war, [412]
The chord, the harp’s full chord is hush’d, [379]
The citron groves their fruits and flowers were strewing, [338]
The corn in golden light, [348]
The dead! the glorious dead! and shall they rise, [468]
The fever’s hue hath left thy cheek, beloved, [595]
The fires grew pale on Rome’s deserted shrines, [221]
The gloomiest day hath gleams of light, [501]
The hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, [147]
The hall of harps is lone to-night, [152]
The hearth, the hearth is desolate, the fire is quench’d, [380]
The hills all glow’d with a festive light, [432]
The hollow dash of waves, the ceaseless roar, [427]
The infant muse, Jehovah! would aspire, [1]
The Kaiser feasted in his hall, [419]
The kings of old have shrine and tomb, [376]
The moonbeam quivering o’er the wave, [213]
The Moor had beleaguer’d Valencia’s walls, [239]
The morn rose bright on scenes renown’d, [63]
The Moslem spears were gleaming, [521]
The muffled drum was heard, [552]
The night-wind shook the tapestry round an ancient, [405]
The palm, the vine, the cedar, each hath power, [602]
The plume-like swaying of the auburn corn, [598]
The power that dwelleth in sweet sounds to waken, [429]
The rose was in rich bloom on Sharon’s plain, [372]
The sainted spirit which from bliss on high, [50]
The sea bird’s wing o’er ocean’s breast, [434]
The sea-king woke from the troubled sleep, [340]
The skylark, when the dews of morn, [532]
The sleep of storms is dark upon the skies, [508]
The sound of thy streams in my spirit I hear, [499]
The spirit of my land, [379]
The stately homes of England, [412]
The stranger’s heart! oh! wound it not, [464]
The summer leaves were sighing, [539]
The sun comes forth: each mountain height, [529]
The sun sets brightly: but a ruddier glow, [97]
The torrent-wave, that breaks with force, [48]
The troubadour o’er many a plain, [101]
The trumpet of the battle, [567]
The trumpet’s voice hath roused the land, [374]
The vesper-bell from church and tower, [547]
The voices of my home! I hear them still, [316]
The voices of two forest boys, [437]
The war-note of the Saracen, [446]
The warrior bow’d his crested head, and tamed his heart, [456]
The warrior cross’d the ocean’s foam, [361]
The wind, the wandering wind, [542]
The wine-month shone in its golden prime, [253]
The woods! oh, solemn are the boundless woods, [396]
Theirs was no dream, O monarch hill, [151]
Then was a task of glory all thine own, [600]
There are bright scenes beneath Italian skies, [191]
There are sounds in the dark Roncesvalles, [541]
There are the aspens with their silvery hair, [576]
There are who climb the mountain’s heathery side, [622]
There blooms a plant, whose gaze from hour to hour, [46]
There have been bright and glorious pageants here, [251]
There is a wakening on the mighty hills, [581]
There was a mournfulness in angel eyes, [599]
There was heard a song on the chiming sea, [451]
There was heard the sound of a coming foe, [345]
There was music on the midnight, [448]
There went a dirge through the forest’s gloom, [457]
There went a warrior’s funeral through the night, [401]
There were faint sounds of weeping; fear and gloom, [467]
There were sights and sounds of revelry, [452]
There were thick leaves above me and around, [427]
There were trampling sounds of many feet, [515]
There’s beauty all around our paths, if but our watchful eyes, [370]
These marble domes, by wealth and genius graced, [50]
They float before my soul, the fair designs, [623]
They grew in beauty, side by side, [435]
They haunt me still, these calm, pure, holy eyes, [464]
They have wander’d in their glee, [541]
They rear’d no trophy o’er his grave, [609]
They sought for treasures in the tomb, [244]
Thine eyes are charm’d, thine earnest eyes, [458]
Thine is a strain to read among the hills, [422]
This green recess, where through the bowery gloom, [51]
This mountain scene with sylvan grandeur crown’d, [44]
Those eyes whence love diffused her purest light, [44]
Thou art a thing on our dreams to rise, [357]
Thou art bearing hence thy roses, [366]
Thou art come from the spirit’s land, thou bird, [343]
Thou art gone, thou art slumbering low, [421]
Thou art like night, O sickness! deeply stilling, [628]
Thou art no lingerer in monarchs’ hall, [431]
Thou art passing hence, my brother, [459]
Thou art sounding on, thou mighty sea, [356]
Thou art welcome, O thou warning voice, [509]
Thou didst fall on the field with thy silver hair, [555]
Thou grot, whence flows this limpid spring, [52]
Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame, [497]
Thou hast been rear’d too tenderly, [486]
Thou hast been where the rocks of coral grow, [481]
Thou hast loved and thou hast suffered, [501]
Thou hast thy record in the monarch’s hall, [599]
Thou hast watch’d beside the bed of death, [507]
Thou in thy morn wert like a glowing rose, [50]
Thou mov’st in visions, Love! around thy way, [503]
Thou see’st her pictured with her sinning hair, [416]
Thou shouldst be look’d on when the starlight falls, [250]
Thou shouldst have slept beneath the stately pines, [490]
Thou sleepest, but when wilt thou wake, fair child, [431]
Thou that canst gaze upon thine own fair boy, [356]
Thou that hast loved so long and well, [489]
Thou that with pallid cheek, [496]
Thou that wouldst mark in form of human birth, [51]
Thou the stern monarch of dismay, [51]
Thou thing of years departed, [436]
Thou to whose power my hopes, my joys, I gave, [45]
Thou wak’st from rosy sleep to play, [355]
Thou who hast fled from life’s enchanted bowers, [50]
Though dark are the prospects and heavy the hours, [11]
Though youth may boast the curls that flow, [10]
Throne of expression, whence the spirit’s ray, [59]
Through evening’s bright repose, [589]
Thy foes had girt thee with their dread array, [93]
Thy heart is in the upper world, where fleet the chamois, [450]
Thy rest was deep at the slumberer’s hour, [348]
Thy voice is in mine ear, beloved, [453]
Thy voice prevails! Dear friend, my gentle friend, [442]
Thy voice was in my soul, it call’d me on, [455]
’Tis lone on the waters, [486]
’Tis sweet to think the spirits of the blest, [3]
To thee, maternal guardian of my youth, [2]
To-night, kind friends, at your tribunal here, [21]
Too long apart, a bright but sever’d band, [520]
Too long have tyranny and power combined, [4]
Torches were blazing clear, [346]
Trees, gracious trees, how rich a gift ye are, [619]
Tribes of the air, whose favour’d race, [531]
’Twas a bright moment of my life, when first, [623]
’Twas a dream of olden days, [491]
’Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours, [369]
’Twas but a dream! I saw the stag leap free, [385]
’Twas early day, and sunlight stream’d, [437]
’Twas morn upon the Grecian hills, [243]
’Twas night in Babylon; yet many a beam, [219]
Twas night upon the Alps, The Senn’s wild horn, [234]
’Twas noon, and Afric’s dazzling sun on high, [212]
’Twas the deep mid-watch of the silent night, [241]
Two barks met on the deep mid-sea, [560]
Two solemn voices in a funeral strain, [472]
Unbending midst the watery skies, [48]
Under a palm-tree, by the green old Nile, [600]
Upward, and upward still! in pearly light, [618]
Voice of the gifted elder time, [339]
Warrior! whose image on thy tomb, [428]
Warriors! my noon of life is past, [56]
Was it the sigh of the southern gale, [495]
Was that the light from some lone swift canoe, [590]
Watch ye well! the moon is shrouded, [146]
Waves of Mondego, brilliant and serene, [47]
We come not, fair one! to thy hand of snow, [53]
We have the myrtle’s breath around us here, [394]
We heard thy name, O Mina, [541]
We miss thy voice, while early flowers are blooming, [486]
We return, we return, we return no more, [500]
We saw thee, O stranger! and wept, [343]
We see no more in thy pure skies, [588]
Weep thou no more! O monarch! dry thy tears, [121]
Weeper! to thee how bright a morn was given, [600]
Weep’st thou for him whose doom was seal’d, [56]
Welcome, O pure and lovely forms! again, [628]
Well might thine awful image thus arise, [628]
What are the lessons given, [252]
What dost thou here, brave Swiss, [294]
What first should consecrate as thine, [295]
What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells, [361]
What household thoughts around thee as their shrine, [600]
What secret current of man’s nature turns, [620]
What wak’st thou, spring? Sweet voices in the woods, [432]
What was your doom, my father? In thine arms, [587]
What wish can friendship form for thee, [295]
What woke the buried sound that lay, [563]
When from the mountain’s brow the gathering shade, [138]
When the last blush of eve is dying, [148]
When the soft breath of spring goes forth, [533]
When the tide’s billowy swell, [492]
When the young eagle with exulting eye, [106]
When thy bounding step I hear, [524]
When twilight’s gray and pensive hour, [532]
When will ye think of me, my friends, [500]
Whence are those tranquil joys in mercy given, [15]
Whence art thou, flower? From holy ground, [244]
Whence is the might of thy master-spell, [498]
Where are the vintage-songs, [546]
Where are they, those green fairy islands, reposing, [146]
Where is the sea? I languish here, [487]
Where is the summer with her golden sun, [349]
Where is the tree the prophet threw, [496]
Where met our bards of old? The glorious throng, [246]
Where shall I find some desert scene so rude, [47]
Where shall I find in all this fleeting earth, [489]
Where shall the minstrel find a theme, [534]
Where shall we make her grave, [549]
Where sucks the bee now? Summer is flying, [355]
Where the long reeds quiver, [581]
Wherefore and whither bear’st thou up my spirit, [483]
While the blue is richest, [565]
Whisper, thou tree, thou lonely tree, [473]
Whither, celestial maid, so fast away, [53]
Whither, oh whither, wilt thou wing thy way, [628]
Who watches on the mountains with the dead, [598]
Why art thou thus in thy beauty cast, [524]
Why lingers my gaze where the last hues of day, [149]
Why wouldst thou leave me, O gentle child, [423]
Wildly and mournfully the Indian drum, [406]
Willow! in thy breezy moan, [542]
With sixty knights in his gallant train, [238]
With what young life and vigour in its breath, [256]
Wouldst thou to love of danger speak, [48]
Wouldst thou wear the gift of immortal bloom, [439]
Wrapt in sad musings, by Euphrates’ stream, [43]
Ye are not miss’d, fair flowers, that late were spreading, [542]
Ye have been holy, O founts and floods, [474]
Ye met at the stately feasts of old, [480]
Ye tell me not of birds and bees, [499]
Ye too, the free and fearless birds of air, [602]
Yes! all things tell us of a birthright lost, [622]
Yes! I came from the spirit’s land, [343]
Yes! I have seen the ancient oak, [347]
Yes! it is haunted, this quiet scene, [358]
Yes! it is ours: the field is won, [245]
Yes! rear thy guardian hero’s form, [485]
Yes! thou hast met the sun’s last smile, [360]
Yet as a sun-burst flushing mountain-snow, [599]
Yet, rolling far up some green mountain-dale, [618]
You ugliest of fabrics! you horrible eyesore, [382]

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