| PAGE | |
| A cottage built of native stone | [272] |
| Again with pleasant green | [61] |
| All women born | [40] |
| An effigy of brass | [262] |
| Angel spirits of sleep | [145] |
| A poppy grows upon the shore | [26] |
| Ariel, O,—my angel, my own | [165] |
| A song of my heart | [191] |
| Assemble, all ye maidens | [34] |
| Awake, my heart, to be loved | [113] |
| A winter’s night with the snow about | [101] |
| Beautiful must be the mountains | [189] |
| Because thou canst not see | [93] |
| Behold! the radiant Spring | [66] |
| Beneath the wattled bank | [223] |
| Betwixt two billows | [169] |
| Bright, my belovèd, be thy day | [287] |
| Christ and his Mother | [194] |
| Clear and gentle stream | [9] |
| Cold is the winter day | [183] |
| Crown Winter with green | [160] |
| Dear lady, when thou frownest | [22] |
| Fire of heaven, whose starry arrow | [143] |
| Flame-throated robin | [185] |
| Gay Robin is seen no more | [131] |
| Hark! the world is full | [289] |
| Hark to the merry birds | [128] |
| Haste on, my joys | [95] |
| His poisoned shafts | [38] |
| How well my eyes | [227] |
| I climb the mossy bank | [237] |
| I found to-day out walking | [25] |
| I have loved flowers that fade | [80] |
| I have sown upon the fields | [267] |
| I heard a linnet courting | [20] |
| I know not how I came | [50] |
| I love all beauteous things | [123] |
| I love my lady’s eyes | [115] |
| I made another song | [32] |
| I never shall love the snow again | [187] |
| In the golden glade | [201] |
| In this May-month | [181] |
| I praise the tender flower | [99] |
| I saw the Virgin-mother | [48] |
| I stand on the cliff | [89] |
| I will not let thee go | [23] |
| I wish’d to sing thy grace | [258] |
| Joy, sweetest lifeborn joy | [108] |
| Let praise devote thy work | [160] |
| Let us, as by this verdant bank | [57] |
| Long are the hours the sun is above | [28] |
| Look down the river | [218] |
| Look! look! the spring is come | [203] |
| Love not too much | [172] |
| Love on my heart from heaven fell | [137] |
| Man hath with man | [211] |
| My bed and pillow are cold | [103] |
| My delight and thy delight | [241] |
| My eyes for beauty pine | [134] |
| My spirit kisseth thine | [163] |
| My spirit sang all day | [124] |
| Now all the windows | [243] |
| Now thin mists temper | [175] |
| O bold majestic downs | [59] |
| O golden Sun, whose ray | [77] |
| O Love, I complain | [232] |
| O Love, my muse | [135] |
| O my vague desires | [85] |
| O thou unfaithful | [104] |
| O youth whose hope is high | [119] |
| Perfect little body | [91] |
| Poor withered rose | [14] |
| Riding adown the country lanes | [247] |
| Sad, sombre place | [71] |
| Say who is this with silvered hair | [158] |
| See, whirling snow | [180] |
| Sense with keenest edge unusèd | [249] |
| Since thou, O fondest and truest | [117] |
| Since to be loved endures | [174] |
| Since we loved | [256] |
| Sometimes when my lady sits by me | [27] |
| So sweet love seemed | [178] |
| Spirit of grace and beauty | [265] |
| Spring goeth all in white | [133] |
| The birds that sing on autumn eves | [150] |
| The cliff-top has a carpet | [16] |
| The clouds have left the sky | [127] |
| The day begins to droop | [254] |
| The evening darkens over | [118] |
| The full moon from her cloudless skies | [112] |
| The green corn waving in the dale | [139] |
| The hill pines were sighing | [138] |
| The idle life I lead | [144] |
| The lonely season | [251] |
| The north wind came up | [198] |
| The pinks along my garden walks | [142] |
| The saddest place | [275] |
| The south wind rose | [234] |
| There is a hill | [53] |
| There was no lad handsomer | [205] |
| The sea keeps not | [245] |
| The snow lies sprinkled on the beach | [161] |
| The storm is over | [154] |
| The summer trees are tempest-torn | [149] |
| The upper skies are palest blue | [126] |
| The wood is bare | [12] |
| Thou didst delight my eyes | [106] |
| To my love I whisper | [239] |
| Voyaging northwards | [282] |
| Wanton with long delay | [130] |
| Weep not to-day | [207] |
| We left the city when the summer day | [96] |
| What is sweeter than new-mown hay | [147] |
| What voice of gladness | [179] |
| When Death to either shall come | [257] |
| When first we met | [39] |
| When June is come | [141] |
| When men were all asleep | [87] |
| When my love was away | [152] |
| Wherefore to-night so full of care | [75] |
| Whither, O splendid ship | [46] |
| Who has not walked upon the shore | [30] |
| Why art thou sad | [259] |
| Why hast thou nothing | [260] |
| Will Love again awake | [43] |
| Ye thrilled me once | [157] |
Transcriber's Notes
Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected. Variations in hyphenation, spelling, accents and punctuation remain unchanged except where in conflict with the index.