PAGE All's over, then: does truth sound bitter.. 826 Along the garden ways just now. 625 An empty sky, a world of heather.. 948 An evil Spirit (your Beauty) haunts me still 1207 An old lane, an old gate, an old house by a tree. 3035 And are ye sure the news is true. 1183 And is this-Yarrow?-This the Stream. 2486 And thou art dead, as young and fair.. 3308 And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!). And where have you been, my Mary". 230 And where now, Bayard, will thy footsteps tend". Angel, hast thou betrayed me? Long ago. 951 2746 107 1036 1310 Aramantha, sweet and fair. 515 "Are women fair?" Ay! wondrous fair to see too. Arethusa arose. Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers. As I laye a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge. Ask if I love thee? Oh, smiles cannot tell 1181 Ask me no more; the moon may draw the sea. 855 Ask me no more where Jove bestows. 512 At her fair hands how have I grace entreated ... 577 At least it was a life of swords. ... 2862 At midnight, in his guarded tent. 2386 At night when sick folk wakeful lie 3217 At noon a shower had fallen, and the clime 3464 At Paris it was, at the Opera there At setting day and rising morn. At sixteen years, she knew no care. At the corner of Wood street, when daylight appears At the last, tenderly At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise ... 2298 114 Auld Daddy Darkness creeps frae his hole 67 Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones 2332 Awake, Æolian lyre, awake 2911 Awake! awake! the stars are pale, the east is russet gray 2868 Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake "Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens Azaleas-whitest of white ... Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool 34 Bachelor's Hall! what a quare-lookin' place it is 1904 Back to the flower-town, side by side. 3391 Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight 449 Baloo, loo, lammy, now baloo, my dear 77 Balow, my babe, lie still and sleep. 1019 Banner of England, not for a season, O banner of England, hast thou 2408 Be it not mine to steal the cultured flower. Beat on the Tom-toms, scatter the flowers 1164 Beauty, sweet Love, is like the morning dew. 1205 Because the rose must fade.... 2733 Because the shadows deepened verily 1225 Because you passed, and now are not 2232 graces Before I trust my fate to thee. Before my light goes out forever, if God should give me choice of . 1128 897 Beyond the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea 1631 Beyond the last horizon's rim.. 3349 Blow, bugles, blow, soft and sweet and low 2244 Blow high, blow low! let tempest tear.. 922 Blow softly, thrush, upon the hush..... 1535 Blown in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon. Blue sky, green fields, and lazy yellow sun Boon Nature to the woman bows. Boot, saddle, to horse, and away Bow down, my song, before her presence high Brave flowers-that I could gallant it like you. 372 2212 1236 2893 1417 Index of First Lines 3661 Break, break, break PAGE 456 Bright be the skies that cover thee Bright Star of Beauty! on whose eyelids sit Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art 258 1207 3269 204 3430 2824 54 Brightest and best of the Sons of the morning i Bring me my dead. Bring me wine, but wine which never grew Brow bender. Brown's for Lalage, Jones for Lelia Burly, dozing humble-bee Bury me deep when I am dead But do not let us quarrel any more "But, Lord," she said, " my shoulders still are strong' Buttercups and daisies By copse and hedgerow, waste and wall By Nebo's lonely mountain... By scattered rocks and turbid waters shifting. By the flow of the inland river By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom. By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea By the rosy cliffs of Devon, on a green hill's crest By the rude bridge that arched the flood By the waters of Life we sat together By this he knew she wept with waking eyes By what word's power, the key of paths untrod C Call for the Robin-redbreast and the wren............. Calm on the bosom of thy God... Calm was the day, and through the trembling air.. 3218 .3282 3310 1144 549 1240 2012 Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night. Cheeks as soft as July peaches.. Chicken-skin, delicate, white.. Children, do you ever. Chloe, why wish you that your years. Chloe's a nymph in flowery groves.. Christmas is here. City of mist and rain and blown gray spaces. Clear and cool, clear and cool. Close his eyes; his work is done. V. 1206 2019 702 2937 8 1722 418 581 515 1940 2503 1371 2243 Closes and courts and lanes. 2498 Clubby! thou surely art, I ween. 1754 Cold in the earth--and the deep snow piled above thee. 1065 Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise.. 2130 Come a little nearer, doctor,-thank you; let me take the cup 3135 Come, cheer up, my lads! 'tis to glory we steer. 2208 Come, Chloe, and give me sweet kisses... 659 "Come, come," said Tom's father, "at your time of life' Come, dear children, let us away. 1850 1003 Come in the evening, or come in the morning. 616 Come listen to the story of brave Lathrop and his men. 2334 Come Micky and Molly and dainty Dolly. 2108 Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace. Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged! 'tis at a white heat now. I 200 1560 3024 Come, spur away.. 1603 Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails. 2216 Come thou, who art the wine and wit.. 3240 Come to me, dearest, I'm lonely without thee. Come when the leaf comes, angle with me.. 1015 Comes the lure of green things growing... 1634 Comes the New Year; wailing, the north winds blow. 1236 Comfort thee, O thou mourner, yet awhile.. 3390 Comin' through the craigs o' Kyle. 721 Comin' through the rye, poor body." 701 Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn. Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas.. 1009 Count each affliction, whether light or grave. 3154 "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land. Crabbed Age and Youth...... 2902 691 Creep awa', my bairnie, creep afore ye gang. Cut your nails on Monday, cut them for news.. Daughter of her whose face, and lofty name. 1233 Dawn and a magical stillness: on earth, quiescence profound.. 1268 Dawn drives the dreams away, yet some abide. |