If Thou survive my well-contented day If to be absent were to be If women could be fair, and yet not fond I have had playmates, I have had companions I heard a thousand blended notes. I met a traveller from an antique land I'm wearing awa', Jean. In a drear-nighted December In the sweet shire of Cardigan In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining I remember, I remember I saw where in the shroud did lurk It is a beauteous evening, calm and free. It is not Beauty I demand It is not growing like a tree I travell'd among unknown men It was a lover and his lass It was a summer evening. I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking. I wander'd lonely as a cloud. I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile I wish I were where Helen lies. PAGE 28 81 25 216 276 247 154 188 163 213 220 233 267 72 62 176 6 210 118 254 291 87 John Anderson my jo, John. 154 Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son. 64 Let me not to the marriage of true minds 15 164 Life of Life! Thy lips enkindle. 275 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold. My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow 23 26 My true-love hath my heart, and I have his 15 No longer mourn for me when I am dead 29 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note 212 79 Now the golden Morn aloft O blithe new-comer! I have heard. Of Nelson and the North . O Friend! I know not which way I must look PAGE 107 265 243 171 124 153 202 207 Of this fair volume which we World do name. 38 O Mary, at thy window be 146 O me! what eyes hath love put in my head. 23 O Mistress mine, where are you roaming 16 148 On a day, alack the day 13 On a Poet's lips I slept 292 Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee O talk not to me of a name great in story 170 Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd. O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being |
