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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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