INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A child’s a plaything for an hour, [86]
A constancy in love I’ll prise, [21]
A thousand martyrs I have made, [24]
About the little chambers of my heart, [150]
Ah, gaze not on those eyes! forbear, [55]
Alas, how hard a thing, [33]
Alas! my son, you little know, [71]
All in the April morning, [177]
Am I a stone, and not a sheep, [135]
And ye shall walk in silk attire, [77]
Behold, ambitious lump of clay refined, [32]
Best of thy sex! if sacred friendship can, [30]
Brief, on a flying night, [164]
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes, [72]
Calm on the bosom of thy God, [99]
Cambridge town is a beleaguered city, [178]
Cease, cease, Aminta, to complain, [22]
Children of night! unfolding meekly, slowly, [97]
Christ was the Word that spake it, [3]
Close to the sod, [170]
Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee, [119]
Come not in terrors clad, to claim, [95]
Come to me in the silence of the night, [133]
Cou’d our first father, at his toilsome plough, [44]
Death is a leveller; beauty and kings, [14]
Deep in the grass outstretched I lie, [154]
Dennis was hearty when Dennis was young, [172]
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, [110]
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?, [138]
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away, [121]
Far from the earth the deep-descended day, [167]
Farewell, ungrateful man, sail to some land, [28]
Flowers to the Fair! to you these flowers I bring, [74]
Forbear, bold youth, all’s Heaven here, [16]
Forgo the charming Muses! No, in spite, [54]
Give me there (since Heaven has shown, [43]
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand, [105]
Green is the plane-tree in the square, [152]
Hark! in the still night. Who goes there?, [158]
He saw my heart’s woe, discovered my soul’s anguish, [116]
Her mouth, which a smile, [76]
Here sleeps the Queen; this is the royal bed, [8]
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, [108]
How hardly I conceal’d my tears!, [19]
How much of paper’s spoil’d! what floods of ink!, [69]
How strongly does my passion flow, [23]
I ask no kind return in Love, [59]
I did not live until this time, [13]
I do not love thee!—no! I do not love thee!, [115]
I mind me, in the days departed, [112]
I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, [162]
I never rested on the Muses’ bed, [5]
I ran out in the morning, when the air was clean and new, [174]
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless, [113]
I thought once how Theocritus had sung, [103]
I took my heart in my hand, [136]
I wakened on my hot, hard bed, [175]
I was alone, for those I loved, [129]
I watch her in the corner there, [168]
If trifling Hope has any room to plead, [67]
I’m sittin’ on the stile, Mary, [114]
I’m wearin’ awa’, John, [87]
In such a night, when every louder wind, [42]
In two large columns on thy motley page, [56]
Is it to me, this sad lamenting strain?, [57]
I’ve heard them lilting, at our ewe-milking, [70]
I’ve seen the smiling of Fortune beguiling, [61]
Jean, fetch that heap of tangled yarn, [93]
Life! I know not what thou art, [75]
Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses, [163]
Lost in despair, distracted and forlorn, [53]
Love, a child, is ever crying, [6]
Love in fantastic triumph sat, [20]
Loving friend, the gift of one, [111]
Lyke as the armed knyght, [1]
‘Mary mother, shield us! Say, what men are ye, [147]
Meek Twilight! soften the declining day, [91]
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, [126]
My heart is like a singing bird, [141]
My letters! all dead paper, ... mute and white!, [107]
My Lord, my Saviour, and my God, [60]
My mother bids me bind my hair, [73]
My songs th’ attentive nymphs with pleasure hear, [63]
Next heaven, my vows to thee, O sacred Muse!, [35]
No coward soul is mine, [125]
Now in thy dazzled, half-oped eye, [81]
O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes, [137]
O ever skill’d to wear the form we love, [92]
O God! if this indeed be all, [128]
O Jean, my Jean, when the bell ca’s the congregation, [169]
O King of Terrors, whose unbounded sway, [47]
O Love, how thou art tired out with rhyme!, [9]
O sleep, my babe, hear not the rippling wave, [100]
O thou, who labour’st in this rugged mine, [64]
Observe the weary birds ere night be done, [15]
Och, what was it got me at all that time, [171]
O’er this marble drop a tear, [51]
Of all companions I would choose to shun, [68]
Often rebuked, yet always back returning, [124]
Oh cruel Fate, when wilt thou weary be?, [31]
Oh, love! thou that shelterest some, [146]
Oh, the auld house, the auld house!, [88]
‘Oh where are you going with your love-locks flowing, [142]
One sweetly solemn thought, [130]
Peace, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on?, [166]
Press gently on him, earth, and all around, [50]
Remember me when I am gone away, [139]
Rocked in the cradle of the deep, [96]
Search but those strains, you think so much excel, [62]
Shall mine eyes behold thy glory, O my country?, [148]
She stands as pale as Parian statues stand, [134]
She, who so long has lain, [156]
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep, [120]
Speak of the North! A lonely moor, [118]
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doom’d to wear, [122]
Strephon hath fashion, wit, and youth, [37]
Strephon I saw, and started at the sight, [25]
Strephon, whose person ev’ry grace, [45]
Such is the force of each created thing, [12]
Sweet age of blest delusion! blooming boys, [80]
Ten years ago it seemed impossible, [143]
The boy stood on the burning deck, [98]
The chough and crow to roost are gone, [84]
The clouds had made a crimson crown, [149]
The doubt of future foes, exiles my present joy, [2]
The ewe-buchtin’s bonnie, baith e’enin’ and morn, [49]
The garlands fade that Spring so lately wove, [78]
The gowan glitters on the sward, [83]
The grand old road from the mountain goes shining to the sea, [176]
The human heart has hidden treasures, [117]
The hunt is up! the hunt is up!, [179]
The irresponsive silence of the land, [132]
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, [145]
The paralytic man has dropped in death, [160]
The shadows flickering, the daylight dying, [173]
The sky is silver-grey; the long, [153]
The Winter being over, [11]
There ance was a may, and she lo’ed na men, [48]
There was an eye, whose partial glance, [94]
They trod the streets and squares where now I tread, [157]
This book by any yet unread, [7]
Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man, [101]
Thou who dost all my worldly thoughts employ, [52]
Though Fortune have so far from me removed, [29]
Though infant years no pompous honours claim, [65]
’Tis not enough for one that is a wife, [4]
To the forgotten dead, [165]
Too late for love, too late for joy, [140]
Trail all your pikes, dispirit every drum, [40]
True genius, but true woman! dost deny, [102]
Twice forty months of wedlock I did stay, [17]
’Twas in heaven pronounced—it was mutter’d in hell, [85]
’Twas the dream of a God, [159]
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!, [104]
Wanton drole, whose harmless play, [82]
We are Diana’s virgin train, [34]
We were young, we were merry, we were very very wise, [151]
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, [46]
Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms, [127]
Welcome, dear wanderer, once more!, [66]
Well, some may hate, and some may scorn, [123]
Wha’ll buy my caller herrin’?, [89]
What was he doing, the great god Pan, [109]
What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through, [144]
When all alone in some belov’d retreat, [38]
When from the world I shall be ta’en, [10]
When I am dead, few friends attend my hearse, [36]
When I am dead, my dearest, [131]
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, [106]
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, [79]
When the tempestuous sea did foam and roar, [18]
When to the Under-world despis’d he goes, [41]
Where drowsy sound of college-chimes, [155]
Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing?, [39]
Why do I love? go ask the glorious sun, [27]
With this ambiguous earth, [161]
Would you be young again?, [90]
You little know the heart that you advise, [58]
You wrong me, Strephon, when you say, [26]

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