Had I but plenty of money, money enough Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! 535. Happy the man whose wish and care, 205. Hark, hark! the lark at Heaven's gate sings, Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star, Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? 287. Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, 124. High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate, High on a throne of royal state, which far, High time now gan it wex for Una fayre, 93. If this great world of joy and pain, 357. In the deserted, moon-blanched street, 600. In these deep solitudes and awful cells, 220. In this lone, open glade I lie, 602. In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, 377. - I said Then, dearest, since 't is so, 776. I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he, Is there for honest poverty, 300. Is this a fast, to keep, 126. Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child. It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 332. "It is not to be thought of that the Flood," It little profits that an idle king, 624. It seems a day, 307. It was a dreary morning when the wheels, 316. I weep for Adonais- he is dead! 518. Just for a handful of silver he left us, 760. Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, 759. King Charles, and who'll do him right now? Know ye the land where the cypress and Leodogran, the king of Cameliard, 670. Let me not to the marriage of true minds, 118. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled Live, live with me, and thou shalt see, 123. Lord, Thou hast given me a cell, 125. Maid of Athens, ere we part, 449. Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour, Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, Music, when soft voices die, 542. My hair is grey, but not with years, 470. My heart leaps up when I behold, 330. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not My lov'd, my honor'd, much respected friend! My seventeenth year was come, 315. My sister! my sweet sister! if a name, 452. Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North- No cloud, no relique of the sunken day, 368. Nought is there under heav'ns wide hollow- Now the golden morn aloft, 248. Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns, Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, O blithe New-comer! I have heard, 336. O Friend! I know not which way I must look, Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, 310. Oh goodly golden chayne! wherewith yfere, 76. O, Jenny's a' weet, poor body, 298. O Lord our lord, thy name how merveillous, O loyal to the royal in thyself, 749. O mistress mine, where are you roaming? 115. One word is too often profaned, 542. On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred O, saw ye bonie Lesley, 299. O that those lips had language! Life has passed, O that 't were possible, 665. O thou by Nature taught, 238. O Thou that in the Heavens does dwell, 293. O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, 296. O ye, wha are sae guid yoursel, 288. Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat, Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, 249. Said Abner, "At last thou art come! Ere I Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, 299. She should never have looked at me, 762. 'Shut, shut the door, good John!' fatigued I Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless Som tyme this world was so stedfast and Souls of Poets dead and gone, 544. St. Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was! 560. Strange fits of passion have I known, 308. Strong Son of God, immortal Love, 629. Sweet and low, sweet and low, 627. Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes, 119. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tell me where is fancy bred, 115. That second time they hunted me, 774. That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, 742. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the The Chieftain reared his form on high, 409. The noble hart, that harbours vertuous The Poet's soul was with me at that time, 320. There be none of Beauty's daughters, 451. There's not a joy the world can give like that There's not a nook within this solemn Pass, The splendor falls on castle walls, 627. The world is too much with us; late and soon, This is the month, and this the happy morn. Though the day of my destiny's over, 452. Three years she grew in sun and shower, 309. 'Tis morning; and the sun with ruddy orb, 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, Titan! to whose immortal eyes, 483. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, 118. gone, 498. Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men' 'Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won, 196. Under the greenwood tree, 115. Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying, 382. Waken, lords and ladies gay, 412. We cannot kindle when we will, 599. 'Wel seyd, by corpus dominus,' quod our Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote, 2. What dire offence from am'rous causes What man is he, that boasts of fleshly might, What man so wise, what earthly witt so ware, When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, When we two parted, 449. Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must Where the bee sucks, there suck I, 116. While, lost to all his former mirth, 240. Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he, 339. Who shall awake the Spartan fife, 239. What, you are stepping westward? - Yea, Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? 413. Whenas in silks my Julia goes, 124. When biting Boreas, fell and doure, 289. When I have fears that I may cease to be, 544. When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's When in the chronicle of wasted time, 118. Why, William, on that cold grey stone, 304. Ye banks and braes and streams around, 300. Yet deem not, Friend! that human kind with Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more, Yet still in me with those soft luxuries, 320. INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES Address to the Deil, 281. Address to the Unco Guid, 288. A Dirge, 543. Adonais, 518. Ae Fond Kiss, 296. A Lament, 543. Alastor, 508. Alexander's Feast, or the Power of Music, 196. Ancient Mariner, The, 358. Andrea del Sarto, 787. And thou art dead, as young and fair, 450. A Red, Red Rose, 298. ARNOLD, Introd., xiv; Poems, 581-616; Biog., A Rose-Bud, by my Early Walk, 294. Art above Nature, 124. "A slumber did my spirit seal," 309. A Song for St. Cecilia's Day, 196. "As thro' the land at eve we went," 627. A Summer Night, 600. A Thanksgiving to God for His House, 125. A Winter Night, 289. Beppo, 484. "Blow, blow, thou winter wind," 115. "Break, break, break,” 626. Bride of Abydos, The, 456. BROWNING, Introd., xiv-xv; Poems, 751-832; Buried Life, The, 601. BURNS, Introd., xi; Poems, 281-302; Biog., BYRON, Introd., xii-xiii; Poems, 414-507; Caliban upon Setebos, 793. Canterbury Tales, Prologue, 2. Cavalier Tunes, 759. Character of the Happy Warrior, 339. CHAUCER, Introd., iii-iv; Poems, 1-20; Biog., Childe Harold, 414. Clive, 827. |