INDEX OF FIRST LINES PAGE A battered, wrecked old man 4I 298 317 63 321 442 211 118 64 444 341 322 198 As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay . 308 295 Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy 189 64 344 Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren Come, Sleep, O Sleep! the certain knot of peace Dancing (bright lady) then began to be Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth . Earth has not anything to show more fair Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Eternal Time! that wastest without waste Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing. Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat Five years have past; five summers, with the length. PAGE 169 ΙΟ 153 119 113 434 39 38 206 340 102 280 304 267 294 143 Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothfastnesse Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea 168 Give place, you ladies, and begone. 8 Go, empty joys 205 Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be God be with thee, my beloved,-God be with thee Hail, thou most sacred, venerable thing. He that of such a height hath built his mind 64 94 63 278 158 194 151 23 49 Here lies, within a cabinet of stone. Here she was wont to go; and here, and here. I care not, though it be. I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair I saw my Lady weep I scarce believe my love to be so pure I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs I tell thee, Dick, where I have been If all the pens that ever poets held Is it the dusk, with the pale moon crowned It is not to be thought of that the flood Jenny kissed me when we met PAGE 58 12 75 119 99 30 82 90 240 297 288 80 127 333 84 241 172 204 209 63 135 491 67 495 117 96 164 Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Love is a circle, that doth restless move Love is and was my Lord and King PAGE Man is his own star, and the soul that can 79 142 228 Milk for my sweet-arts, Bess! fur it mun be the time 324 Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour 164 Mortality, behold and fear 282 Much have I travelled in the realms of gold My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains. Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul 132 O Death, that hast us of such riches reft O Rome, my country, city of the soul 337 O that this last farewell. 93 O that those lips had language! Life has passed 13 O that we two were Maying 17 O thou, whose mighty palace-roof doth hang 318 O waly, waly up the bank 140 ་་ O where hae ye been, my lang-lost lover 18 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Once git a smell o' musk into a draw 145 Once in an arbour was my mistress sleeping Out of the bosom of the Air Out of the cradle endlessly rocking. Peace; come away; the song of woe Quhen Merchè wes with variand windis past Resolved to dust intombed here lieth Love PAGE 385 236 193 447 400 171 35 266 144 201 She is gone, she is lost, she is found, she is ever fair Sleep, love, sleep. Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part Sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed So all day long the noise of battle rolled 159 161 70 376 221 297 Stella! the fulness of my thoughts of thee 152 226 Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph, that livest unseen 149 Sweet Soul! which in the April of thy years Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind 273 72 64 13 253 The dow flew east, the dow flew west 165 142 131 |