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INDEX OF FIRST LINES

No.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,[698]
A child’s a plaything for an hour,[511]
A! Fredome is a noble thing!,[9]
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!,[793]
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies,[843]
A plenteous place is Ireland for hospitable cheer,[714]
A rose, as fair as ever saw the North,[242]
A slumber did my spirit seal,[519]
A star is gone! a star is gone!,[642]
A sunny shaft did I behold,[555]
A sweet disorder in the dress,[258]
A thousand martyrs I have made,[412]
A weary lot is thine, fair maid,[546]
Above yon sombre swell of land,[673]
Absence, hear thou my protestation,[197]
Absent from thee, I languish still,[413]
Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint,[280]
Adieu, farewell earth’s bliss!,[167]
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever,[499]
Ah, Chloris! that I now could sit,[406]
Ah, how sweet it is to love!,[400]
Ah! were she pitiful as she is fair,[104]
Ah, what avails the sceptred race,[558]
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon,[739]
Alexis, here she stay’d; among these pines,[228]
All are not taken; there are left behind,[680]
All holy influences dwell within,[602]
All in the April morning,[877]
All is best, though we oft doubt,[324]
All my past life is mine no more,[414]
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair,[554]
All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter,[726]
All the flowers of the spring,[220]
All the words that I utter,[862]
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,[551]
All under the leaves and the leaves of life,[382]
Allas! my worthy maister honorable,[13]
Amarantha sweet and fair,[346]
An ancient chestnut’s blossoms threw,[572]
And, like a dying lady lean and pale,[609]
And wilt thou leave me thus?,[35]
Angel, king of streaming morn,[507]
Angel spirits of sleep,[833]
April, April,[852]
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?,[204]
As doctors give physic by way of prevention,[428]
As I in hoary winter’s night,[109]
As I was walking all alane,[380]
As it fell upon a day,[203]
As one that for a weary space has lain,[841]
As those we love decay, we die in part,[448]
As we rush, as we rush in the Train,[796]
As ye came from the holy land,[26]
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,[289]
Ask me why I send you here,[254]
Ask not the cause why sullen Spring,[402]
At her fair hands how have I grace entreated,[64]
At the last, tenderly,[742]
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly,[585]
Awake, Æolian lyre, awake,[455]
Away! Away!,[462]
Away, delights! go seek some other dwelling,[211]
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon,[617]
Bacchus must now his power resign,[445]
Balow, my babe, lie still and sleep!,[28]
Bards of Passion and of Mirth,[630]
Be it right or wrong, these men among,[25]
Beating Heart! we come again,[746]
Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come,[834]
Beauty clear and fair,[215]
Beauty sat bathing by a spring,[87]
Behold her, single in the field,[528]
Being your slave, what should I do but tend,[151]
Best and brightest, come away,[606]
Bid me to live, and I will live,[266]
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav’ns joy,[309]
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,[136]
Blown in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon,[329]
Bonnie Kilmeny gaed up the glen,[514]
Brave flowers—that I could gallant it like you,[278]
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,[547]
Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art,[637]
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew,[671]
Busy, curious, thirsty fly!,[438]
By feathers green, across Casbeen,[859]
Bytuene Mershe ant Averil,[2]
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes, 473,[506]
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,[218]
Calm on the bosom of thy God!,[622]
Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre,[81]
Came, on a Sabbath noon, my sweet,[805]
Charm me asleep, and melt me so,[263]
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,[256]
Chloe’s a Nymph in flowery groves,[395]
Christmas knows a merry, merry place,[807]
Clerk Saunders and may Margaret,[371]
Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,[736]
Come away, come away, death,[134]
Come, dear children, let us away,[747]
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height,[706]
Come into the garden, Maud,[708]
Come, let us now resolve at last,[417]
Come little babe, come silly soul,[74]
Come live with me and be my Love,[121]
Come not in terrors clad, to claim,[596]
Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving,[207]
Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,[94]
Come, spur away,[300]
Come then, as ever, like the wind at morning!,[870]
Come thou, who art the wine and wit,[274]
Come unto these yellow sands,[129]
Come, worthy Greek! Ulysses, come,[112]
Condemn’d to Hope’s delusive mine,[451]
Corydon, arise, my Corydon!,[57]
Count each affliction, whether light or grave,[733]
Crabbèd Age and Youth,[56]
Cupid and my Campaspe play’d,[85]
Cynthia, to thy power and thee,[208]
Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench,[320]
Dark, deep, and cold the current flows,[588]
Dark to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens,[817]
Daughter to that good Earl, once President,[317* ]
Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark,[587]
Dear Lord, receive my son, whose winning love,[223]
Dear love, for nothing less than thee,[199]
Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee,[202]
Deep on the convent-roof the snows,[703]
‘Do you remember me? or are you proud?’,[569]
Does the road wind uphill all the way?,[783]
Drink to me only with thine eyes,[185]
Drop, drop, slow tears,[222]
Earth has not anything to show more fair,[520]
E’en like two little bank-dividing brooks,[276]
Enough; and leave the rest to Fame!,[361]
Even such is Time, that takes in trust,[78]
Ever let the Fancy roam,[631]
Fain would I change that note,[68]
Fair Amoret is gone astray,[432]
Fair and fair, and twice so fair,[101]
Fair daffodils, we weep to see,[252]
Fair is my Love and cruel as she’s fair,[113]
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,[253]
Fair ship, that from the Italian shore,[707]
Fair stood the wind for France,[119]
False though she be to me and love,[431]
False world, good night! since thou hast brough,[190]
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,[153]
Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,[140]
Fine knacks for ladies! cheap, choice, brave, and new,[58]
First came the primrose,[767]
Flowers nodding gaily, scent in air,[874]
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,[308]
Fly hence, shadows, that do keep,[235]
Follow a shadow, it still flies you,[187]
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow!,[170]
Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet!,[171]
Foolish prater, what dost thou,[351]
For a name unknown,[857]
For her gait, if she be walking,[243]
For knighthood is not in the feats of warre,[32]
Forbear, bold youth; all’s heaven here,[397]
Forget not yet the tried intent,[34]
Fra bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin,[114]
Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king,[79]
From harmony, from heavenly harmony,[399]
From low to high doth dissolution climb,[539]
From the forests and highlands,[605]
From you have I been absent in the spring,[157]
From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass,[559]
Full fathom five thy father lies,[131]
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,[248]
Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn,[247]
Give a man a horse he can ride,[798]
Give all to love,[669]
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,[77]
Give pardon, blessèd soul, to my bold cries,[110]
Give place, you ladies, and begone!,[53]
Go and catch a falling star,[196]
Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine,[496]
Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill,[751]
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand,[684]
Go, lovely Rose,[305]
God Lyæus, ever young,[214]
God of our fathers, known of old,[867]
God who created me,[855]
Gone were but the winter cold,[591]
Good-morrow to the day so fair,[268]
Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d,[525]
Had we but world enough, and time,[357]
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!,[476]
Hail holy light, ofspring of Heav’n first-born,[322]
Hail, sister springs,[337]
Hail to thee, blithe spirit!,[608]
Hallow the threshold, crown the posts anew!,[332]
Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be,[590]
Happy those early days, when I,[362]
Hark! ah, the Nightingale,[752]
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,[139]
Hark! Now everything is still,[219]
Hark! the mavis’ evening sang,[506]
He first deceased; she for a little tried,[180]
He has conn’d the lesson now,[660]
He that is by Mooni now,[827]
He that is down needs fear no fall,[366]
He that loves a rosy cheek,[292]
He who has once been happy is for aye,[818]
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes,[715]
Hear the voice of the Bard,[488]
Hear, ye ladies that despise,[213]
Helen, thy beauty is to me,[694]
Hence, all you vain delights,[216]
Hence, heart, with her that must depart,[43]
Hence loathed Melancholy,[310]
Hence vain deluding joyes,[311]
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,[262]
Here a little child I stand,[271]
Here a pretty baby lies,[273]
Here, ever since you went abroad,[567]
Here in this sequester’d close,[824]
Here she lies, a pretty bud,[272]
Hey nonny no!,[59]
Hey! now the day dawis,[48]
Hierusalem, my happy home,[61]
High-spirited friend,[191]
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,[92]
His golden locks Time hath to silver turn’d,[102]
How happy is he born and taught,[179]
How like a Winter hath my absence been,[156]
How many times do I love thee, dear?,[668]
How near me came the hand of Death,[239]
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,[458]
How vainly men themselves amaze,[359]
Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber,[435]
Hyd, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere,[11]
I am that which began,[809]
I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows?,[621]
I arise from dreams of thee,[611]
I ask no kind return of love,[475]
I came into the City and none knew me,[878]
I cannot change as others do,[415]
I cannot eat but little meat,[49]
I dare not ask a kiss,[250]
I did but look and love awhile,[419]
I did not choose thee, dearest. It was Love,[819]
I do confess thou’rt smooth and fair,[182]
I do not love thee!—no! I do not love thee!,[692]
I dream’d that, as I wander’d by the way,[616]
I dug, beneath the cypress shade,[594]
I feed a flame within, which so torments me,[401]
I flung me round him,[803]
I got me flowers to straw Thy way,[282]
I have a mistress, for perfections rare,[299]
I have had playmates, I have had companions,[577]
I intended an Ode,[825]
I know a little garden-close,[802]
I know a thing that’s most uncommon,[440]
I know my soul hath power to know all things,[181]
I left thee last, a child at heart,[678]
I long have had a quarrel set with Time,[823]
I loved a lass, a fair one,[236]
I loved him not; and yet now he is gone,[557]
I loved thee once; I’ll love no more,[183]
I made another garden, yea,[829]
I mind me in the days departed,[679]
I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,[879]
I, my dear, was born to-day,[425]
I play’d with you ’mid cowslips blowing,[593]
I pray thee, leave, love me no more,[116]
I said—Then, dearest, since ’tis so,[727]
I saw fair Chloris walk alone,[393]
I saw my Lady weep,[66]
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn,[647]
I saw where in the shroud did lurk,[579]
I sent a ring—a little band,[641]
I sing of a maiden,[23]
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife,[576]
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless,[681]
I that in heill was and gladnèss,[21]
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,[538]
I thought once how Theocritus had sung,[682]
I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem’d,[620]
I took my heart in my hand,[782]
I travell’d among unknown men,[517]
I wander’d lonely as a cloud,[530]
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,[864]
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight,[846]
I wish I were where Helen lies,[387]
I, with whose colours Myra dress’d her head,[96]
Ichot a burde in boure bryht,[4]
I’d a dream to-night,[658]
I’d wed you without herds, without money or rich array,[713]
I’m sittin’ on the stile, Mary,[691 ]
I’m wearin’ awa’, John,[512]
I’ve heard them lilting at our ewe-milking,[466]
If all the world and love were young,[122]
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,[459]
If doughty deeds my lady please,[469]
If I had thought thou couldst have died,[604]
‘If I were dead, you’d sometimes say, Poor Child!’,[761]
If rightly tuneful bards decide,[461]
If the quick spirits in your eye,[290]
If the red slayer think he slays,[672]
If there were dreams to sell,[667]
If thou must love me, let it be for naught,[685]
If thou wilt ease thine heart,[666]
If to be absent were to be,[344]
If you go over desert and mountain,[830]
In a drear-nighted December,[632]
In a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay,[45]
In a quiet water’d land, a land of roses,[849]
In a valley of this restles mind,[24]
In after days when grasses high,[826]
In Clementina’s artless mien,[568]
In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept,[46]
In Scarlet town, where I was born,[389]
In somer when the shawes be sheyne,[22]
In the hall the coffin waits, and the idle armourer stands,[768]
In the highlands, in the country places,[847]
In the hour of death, after this life’s whim,[883]
In the hour of my distress,[275]
In the merry month of May,[73]
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan,[550]
Into the silver night,[845]
Into the skies, one summer’s day,[756]
Is it so small a thing,[754]
It fell about the Martinmas,[374]
It fell in the ancient periods,[670]
It fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day,[377]
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,[521]
It is an ancient Mariner,[549]
It is not, Celia, in our power,[405]
It is not death, that sometime in a sigh,[649]
It is not growing like a tree,[194]
It is not to be thought of that the flood,[526]
It is the miller’s daughter,[701]
It was a dismal and a fearful night,[352 ]
It was a lover and his lass,[137]
It was a’ for our rightfu’ King,[505]
It was many and many a year ago,[695]
It was not in the Winter,[651]
It was not like your great and gracious ways!,[762]
It was the Winter wilde,[307]
Its edges foam’d with amethyst and rose,[873]
Jenny kiss’d me when we met,[592]
John Anderson, my jo, John,[497]
Know, Celia, since thou art so proud,[293]
Ladies, though to your conquering eyes,[404]
Late at een, drinkin’ the wine,[370]
Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son,[319]
Lay a garland on my herse,[209]
Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust,[95]
Lenten ys come with love to toune,[3]
Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge,[7]
Let me go forth, and share,[853]
Let me not to the marriage of true minds,[162]
Let the bird of loudest lay,[144]
Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice,[335]
Life! I know not what thou art,[474]
Like the Idalian queen,[225]
Like thee I once have stemm’d the sea of life,[472]
Like to Diana in her summer weed,[103]
Like to the clear in highest sphere,[100]
Lo, quhat it is to love,[44]
London, thou art of townes A per se,[19]
Long-expected One-and-twenty,[450]
Look not thou on beauty’s charming,[544]
Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band,[423]
Loud mockers in the roaring street,[869]
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,[286]
Love guards the roses of thy lips,[99]
Love in fantastic triumph sate,[411]
Love in my bosom like a bee,[97]
Love is a sickness full of woes,[111]
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning,[801]
Love is the blossom where there blows,[233]
Love not me for comely grace,[71 ]
Love, thou art absolute, sole Lord,[338]
Love thy country, wish it well,[443]
Love wing’d my Hopes and taught me how to fly,[62]
Marie Hamilton’s to the kirk gane,[375]
Mark where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like,[775]
Martial, the things that do attain,[41]
Marvel of marvels, if I myself shall behold,[785]
Mary! I want a lyre with other strings,[470]
May! Be thou never graced with birds that sing,[245]
May! queen of blossoms,[586]
Me so oft my fancy drew,[238]
Men grew sae cauld, maids sae unkind,[655]
Merry Margaret,[31]
Methought I saw my late espousèd Saint,[321]
Mild is the parting year, and sweet,[565]
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour,[524]
More love or more disdain I crave,[403]
Mortality, behold and fear!,[234]
Most glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day,[84]
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel,[564]
Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia!,[629]
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,[634]
Music, when soft voices die,[618]
My blood so red,[385]
My Damon was the first to wake,[480]
My days among the Dead are past,[556]
My dear and only Love, I pray,[334]
My delight and thy delight,[832]
My faint spirit was sitting in the light,[613]
My grief on the sea,[858]
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains,[624]
My heart is high above, my body is full of bliss,[52]
My heart is like a singing bird,[780]
My heart leaps up when I behold,[532]
My little Son, who look’d from thoughtful eyes,[763]
My Love in her attire doth show her wit,[63]
My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming,[158]
My love o’er the water bends dreaming,[797]
My lute, awake! perform the last,[38]
My mother bore me in the southern wild,[487]
My new-cut ashlar takes the light,[865]
My noble, lovely, little Peggy,[427]
My Peggy is a young thing,[437 ]
My Phillis hath the morning sun,[98]
My silks and fine array,[485]
My soul, sit thou a patient looker-on,[277]
My soul, there is a country,[363]
My thoughts hold mortal strife,[230]
My true love hath my heart, and I have his,[88]
Nay but you, who do not love her,[721]
Near to the silver Trent,[118]
Never seek to tell thy love,[492]
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore,[176]
New doth the sun appear,[231]
News from a foreign country came,[406]
No coward soul is mine,[738]
No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist,[628]
No thyng ys to man so dere,[8]
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away,[730]
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,[603]
Not, Celia, that I juster am,[410]
‘Not ours,’ say some, ‘the thought of death to dread,[854]
Not unto us, O Lord,[876]
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white,[705]
Now the lusty spring is seen,[212]
Now the North wind ceases,[774]
Now winter nights enlarge,[174]
Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room,[533]
O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,[543]
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,[743]
O Christ of God! whose life and death,[690]
O come, soft rest of cares! come, Night!,[107]
O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes,[789]
O fly, my Soul! What hangs upon,[287]
O fly not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure,[816]
O for some honest lover’s ghost,[325]
O for the mighty wakening that aroused,[676]
O friend! I know not which way I must look,[523]
O goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung,[626]
O happy dames! that may embrace,[40]
O happy Tithon! if thou know’st thy hap,[221]
O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,[150]
O, I hae come from far away,[731]
O joy of creation,[813 ]
O lusty May, with Flora queen!,[51]
O many a day have I made good ale in the glen,[638]
O Mary, at thy window be,[493]
O Mary, go and call the cattle home,[740]
O Memory, thou fond deceiver,[468]
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?,[133]
O mortal folk, you may behold and see,[33]
O my Dark Rosaleen,[664]
O my deir hert, young Jesus sweit,[384]
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,[503]
O never say that I was false of heart,[161]
O perfect Light, which shaid away,[106]
O ruddier than the cherry!,[439]
O saw ye bonnie Lesley,[500]
O saw ye not fair Ines?,[650]
O sing unto my roundelay,[479]
O sleep, my babe, hear not the rippling wave,[661]
O soft embalmer of the still midnight!,[636]
O Sorrow!,[623]
O that ’twere possible,[709]
O the sad day!,[407]
O thou, by Nature taught,[457]
O thou that swing’st upon the waving hair,[347]
O thou undaunted daughter of desires!,[339]
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down,[484]
O Time! who know’st a lenient hand to lay,[509]
O, to be in England,[729]
O turn away those cruel eyes,[394]
O waly, waly, up the bank,[388]
O were my Love yon lilac fair,[502]
O western wind, when wilt thou blow,[27]
O wha will shoe my bonny foot?,[369]
O what a plague is love!,[392]
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,[633]
‘O which is the last rose?’,[851]
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,[610]
O world, be nobler, for her sake!,[871]
O world, in very truth thou art too young,[822]
O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she,[10]
O, you plant the pain in my heart with your wistful eyes,[814]
Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw,[494]
Of all the flowers rising now,[757]
Of all the girls that are so smart,[444]
Of all the torments, all the cares,[429 ]
Of Nelson and the North,[581]
Of Neptune’s empire let us sing,[173]
Of on that is so fayr and bright,[6]
Oft, in the stilly night,[584]
Often I think of the beautiful town,[689]
Oh how comely it is and how reviving,[323]
On a day—alack the day!,[124]
On a starr’d night Prince Lucifer uprose,[776]
On a time the amorous Silvy,[72]
On either side the river lie,[700]
On parent knees, a naked new-born child,[478]
On the deck of Patrick Lynch’s boat I sat in woful plight,[734]
On the Sabbath-day,[778]
On the wide level of a mountain’s head,[553]
Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee,[522]
One more Unfortunate,[654]
One word is too often profaned,[615]
Only tell her that I love,[421]
O’re the smooth enameld green,[312]
Orpheus with his lute made trees,[143]
Others abide our question. Thou art free,[753]
Out of the night that covers me,[842]
Out upon it, I have loved,[326]
Over hill, over dale,[127]
Over the mountains,[391]
Over the sea our galleys went,[716]
Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day!,[205]
Passing away, saith the World, passing away,[784]
Passions are liken’d best to floods and streams,[75]
Past ruin’d Ilion Helen lives,[561]
Peace, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on?,[882]
Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee,[837]
Phœbus, arise!,[224]
Piping down the valleys wild,[486]
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,[164]
Praise is devotion fit for mighty minds,[303]
Pray but one prayer for me ’twixt thy closed lips,[800]
Proud Maisie is in the wood,[542]
Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak,[562]
Pure stream, in whose transparent wave,[464]
Put your head, darling, darling, darling,[712]
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,[184 ]
Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose,[449]
Quhen Flora had o’erfret the firth,[50]
Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife,[656]
Remain, ah not in youth alone!,[566]
Remember me when I am gone away,[787]
Return, return! all night my lamp is burning,[766]
‘Rise,’ said the Master, ‘come unto the feast’,[711]
Robin sat on gude green hill,[16]
Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river,[665]
Rorate coeli desuper!,[20]
Rose-cheek’d Laura, come,[169]
Roses, their sharp spines being gone,[141]
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,[725]
Sabrina fair,[315]
Safe where I cannot die yet,[786]
Say, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil,[177]
Say not the struggle naught availeth,[741]
Says Tweed to Till,[383]
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frown’d,[534]
Seamen three! What men be ye?,[595]
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!,[627]
See how the flowers, as at parade,[356]
See the Chariot at hand here of Love,[188]
See where she sits upon the grassie greene,[80]
See with what simplicity,[358]
See yon blithe child that dances in our sight!,[662]
Sense with keenest edge unusèd,[838]
Seven weeks of sea, and twice seven days of storm,[821]
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?,[145]
Shall I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel,[810]
Shall I thus ever long, and be no whit the neare?,[54]
Shall I, wasting in despair,[237]
She beat the happy pavèment,[345]
She dwelt among the untrodden ways,[516]
She fell away in her first ages spring,[83]
She is not fair to outward view,[644]
She knelt upon her brother’s grave,[790]
She pass’d away like morning dew,[645]
She stood breast-high amid the corn,[652]
She walks in beauty, like the night,[600]
She walks—the lady of my delight,[880 ]
She was a phantom of delight,[529]
She was a queen of noble Nature’s crowning,[643]
She who to Heaven more Heaven doth annex,[333]
She’s somewhere in the sunlight strong,[868]
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,[495]
Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night,[261]
Since all that I can ever do for thee,[795]
Since first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye,[69]
Since I noo mwore do zee your feäce,[659]
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part,[117]
Sing his praises that doth keep,[210]
Sing lullaby, as women do,[47]
Sister, awake! close not your eyes!,[67]
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,[490]
So shuts the marigold her leaves,[244]
So, we’ll go no more a-roving,[599]
Softly, O midnight Hours!,[732]
Some vex their souls with jealous pain,[418]
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife,[545]
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king,[166]
Stand close around, ye Stygian set,[571]
Stay, O sweet, and do not rise!,[195]
Steer, hither steer your wingèd pines,[241]
Stern Daughter of the voice of God!,[531]
Still do the stars impart their light,[331]
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doom’d to wear,[737]
Still to be neat, still to be drest,[186]
Strange fits of passion have I known,[515]
Strew on her roses, roses,[750]
Sublime—invention ever young,[465]
Sumer is icumen in,[1]
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare,[875]
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs,[364]
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind,[537]
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow,[811]
Sweet are the rosy memories of the lips,[794]
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes,[264]
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,[281]
Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv’st unseen,[314]
Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers,[640]
Sweet rois of vertew and of gentilness,[18]
Sweet Spring, thou turn’st with all thy goodly train,[227]
Sweet western wind, whose luck it is,[249]
Sweetest Saviour, if my soul,[284 ]
Swiftly walk over the western wave,[612]
Take, O take those lips away,[138]
Tary no longer; toward thyn heritage,[14]
Tell me not of a face that’s fair,[354]
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,[343]
Tell me not what too well I know,[570]
Tell me where is Fancy bred,[132]
Th’ expense of Spirit in a waste of shame,[163]
Thank Heaven! the crisis,[696]
That time of year thou may’st in me behold,[152]
That which her slender waist confined,[304]
That zephyr every year,[226]
The beauty and the life,[229]
The blessèd Damozel lean’d out,[771]
The boat is chafing at our long delay,[850]
The chough and crow to roost are gone,[510]
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,[453]
The day begins to droop,[839]
The days are sad, it is the Holy tide,[688]
The fierce exulting worlds, the motes in rays,[777]
The forward youth that would appear,[355]
The glories of our blood and state,[288]
The gray sea and the long black land,[724]
The Indian weed witherèd quite,[390]
The irresponsive silence of the land,[788]
The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!,[601]
The king sits in Dunfermline town,[368]
The Lady Mary Villiers lies,[294]
The lark now leaves his wat’ry nest,[301]
The last and greatest Herald of Heaven’s King,[232]
The leaves are falling; so am I,[575]
The linnet in the rocky dells,[735]
The loppèd tree in time may grow again,[108]
The lovely lass o’ Inverness,[504]
The man of life upright,[175]
The merchant, to secure his treasure,[424]
The moth’s kiss, first!,[723]
The murmur of the mourning ghost,[765]
The Nightingale, as soon as April bringeth,[91]
The rain set early in to-night,[720]
The red rose whispers of passion,[831]
The reivers they stole Fair Annie,[372]
The ring, so worn as you behold,[482]
The Rose was sick and smiling died,[255 ]
The seas are quiet when the winds give o’er,[306]
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,[39]
The spacious firmament on high,[433]
The splendour falls on castle walls,[704]
The Star that bids the Shepherd fold,[313]
The sun descending in the west,[491]
The sun rises bright in France,[589]
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,[349]
The twentieth year is wellnigh past,[471]
The wine of Love is music,[799]
The world is too much with us; late and soon,[535]
The world’s great age begins anew,[607]
The year’s at the spring,[718]
The young May moon is beaming, love,[582]
Thee too, modest tressèd maid,[508]
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now,[154]
There ance was a may, and she lo’ed na men,[430]
There are two births; the one when light,[330]
There be none of Beauty’s daughters,[598]
There is a garden in her face,[168]
There is a Lady sweet and kind,[70]
There is a mountain and a wood between us,[574]
There is a silence where hath been no sound,[648]
There is sweet music here that softer falls,[702]
There lived a wife at Usher’s well,[378]
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,[536]
There were three ravens sat on a tree,[379]
There were twa sisters sat in a bour,[376]
There’s a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe,[815]
There’s a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield,[866]
There’s a woman like a dew-drop, she’s so purer than the purest,[722]
There’s not a nook within this silent Pass,[540]
They are all gone into the world of light!,[365]
They are waiting on the shore,[804]
They flee from me that sometime did me seek,[37]
They seem’d, to those who saw them meet,[710]
They that have power to hurt and will do none,[155]
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,[759]
They all were looking for a king,[770]
This ae nighte, this ae nighte,[381]
This hinder yeir I hard be tald,[17]
This is a spray the Bird clung to,[728]
This little vault, this narrow room,[295 ]
This winter’s weather it waxeth cold,[29]
Thou art to all lost love the best,[267]
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,[625]
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies,[398]
Though beauty be the mark of praise,[189]
Three years she grew in sun and shower,[518]
Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer’d my way,[583]
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,[748]
Throw away Thy rod,[283]
Thus the Mayne glideth,[717]
Thus when the silent grave becomes,[447]
Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts,[148]
Thy restless feet now cannot go,[341]
Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep,[420]
Tiger, tiger, burning bright,[489]
Time is the feather’d thing,[296]
’Tis a dull sight,[697]
To all you ladies now at land,[408]
To fair Fidele’s grassy tomb,[460]
To live within a cave—it is most good,[792]
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,[159]
To mute and to material things,[548]
To my true king I offer’d free from stain,[657]
To the Ocean now I fly,[316]
To these whom death again did wed,[342]
To-day, all day, I rode upon the down,[820]
To-night retired, the queen of heaven,[463]
Too late for love, too late for joy,[779]
Too solemn for day, too sweet for night,[639]
Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles,[812]
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank,[367]
Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?,[744]
’Twas on a lofty vase’s side,[456]
’Twas the dream of a God,[881]
Twenty years hence my eyes may grow,[560]
Under the greenwood tree,[135]
Under the wide and starry sky,[848]
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward,[772]
Underneath this myrtle shade,[350]
Underneath this sable herse,[246]
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!,[683]
Up the airy mountain,[769]
Upon my lap my sovereign sits,[165 ]
Urns and odours bring away!,[142]
Venus, take my votive glass,[426]
Verse, a breeze ’mid blossoms straying,[552]
Vital spark of heav’nly flame!,[442]
Waes-hael for knight and dame!,[674]
We are the music-makers,[828]
We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,[340]
We see them not—we cannot hear,[675]
We, that did nothing study but the way,[279]
We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night,[653]
We’ve trod the maze of error round,[481]
Weave the warp, and weave the woof,[454]
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,[217]
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee,[105]
Weep with me, all you that read,[193]
Weep you no more, sad fountains,[65]
Welcome, maids of honour!,[251]
Welcome, welcome! do I sing,[240]
Well then! I now do plainly see,[353]
Were I as base as is the lowly plain,[115]
Wharefore sou’d ye talk o’ love,[619]
What beck’ning ghost, along the moonlight shade,[441]
What bird so sings, yet so does wail?,[86]
What conscience, say, is it in thee,[265]
What have I done for you,[844]
What is your substance, whereof are you made,[149]
What needs complaints,[269]
What nymph should I admire or trust,[422]
What should I say?,[36]
What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see,[42]
What was he doing, the great god Pan,[687]
When by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked,[773]
When, Cœlia, must my old day set,[396]
When daisies pied and violets blue,[125]
When, dearest, I but think of thee,[328]
When Death to either shall come,[840]
When Delia on the plain appears,[449]
When God at first made Man,[285]
When I am dead, my dearest,[781]
When I consider how my light is spent,[318]
When I have borne in memory what has tamed,[527]
When I have fears that I may cease to be,[635]
When I survey the bright,[298 ]
When icicles hang by the wall,[126]
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes,[146]
When in the chronicle of wasted time,[160]
When Jessie comes with her soft breast,[791]
When Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year,[693]
When like the early rose,[663]
When Love arose in heart and deed,[755]
When Love with unconfinèd wings,[348]
When lovely woman stoops to folly,[467]
When maidens such as Hester die,[578]
When my love was away,[836]
When our two souls stand up erect and strong,[686]
When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies,[872]
When the fierce North-wind with his airy forces,[434]
When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces,[808]
When the lamp is shatter’d,[614]
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame,[477]
When the world is burning,[745]
When thou must home to shades of underground,[172]
When thou, poor Excommunicate,[291]
When thy beauty appears,[436]
When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought,[147]
When we two parted,[597]
When we were idlers with the loitering rills,[646]
When you and I have play’d the little hour,[861]
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,[863]
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,[259]
Where, like a pillow on a bed,[198]
Where the bee sucks, there suck I,[130]
Where the pools are bright and deep,[513]
Where the remote Bermudas ride,[360]
Whether on Ida’s shady brow,[483]
While that the sun with his beams hot,[55]
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,[835]
Who hath his fancy pleased,[89]
Who is it that, this dark night,[90]
Who is Silvia? What is she?,[123]
Whoe’er she be,[336]
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm,[200]
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant,[541]
Why does your brand sae drop wi’ blude,[373]
Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why,[416]
Why, having won her, do I woo?,[760]
Why I tie about thy wrist,[260 ]
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?,[327]
Why, why repine, my pensive friend,[563]
Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun,[201]
With all my will, but much against my heart,[764]
With blackest moss the flower-plots,[699]
With deep affection,[677]
With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the skies!,[93]
With leaden foot Time creeps along,[452]
With lifted feet, hands still,[856]
With margerain gentle,[30]
Worschippe ye that loveris bene this May,[15]
Wouldst thou hear what Man can say,[192]
Wrong not, sweet empress of my heart,[76]
Wynter wakeneth al my care,[5]
Years, many parti-colour’d years,[573]
Ye banks and braes and streams around,[501]
Ye blushing virgins happy are,[297]
Ye flowery banks o’ bonnie Doon,[498]
Ye have been fresh and green,[270]
‘Ye have robb’d,’ said he, ‘ye have slaughter’d and made an end,[860]
Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands,[386]
Ye learnèd sisters, which have oftentimes,[82]
Ye little birds that sit and sing,[206]
Ye Mariners of England,[580]
Yes: in the sea of life enisled,[749]
Yet if His Majesty, our sovereign lord,[60]
Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more,[317]
You are a tulip seen to-day,[257]
You brave heroic minds,[120]
You meaner beauties of the night,[178]
You must be sad; for though it is to Heaven,[806]
You promise heavens free from strife,[758]
You spotted snakes with double tongue,[128]
You’ll love me yet!—and I can tarry,[719]
Your beauty, ripe and calm and fresh,[302]
Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly,[12]

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