A CITY clerk, but gently born and bred, 156.

Act first, this Earth, a stage so gloom'd with
woe, 836.

Ah God! the petty fools of rhyme, 237.
Airy, fairy Lilian, 6.

All along the valley, stream that flashest white,
235-

Altho' I be the basest of mankind, 85.

And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say,
little Anne? 225.

A plague upon the people fell, 238.
Are you sleeping? have you forgotten? do not
sleep, my sister dear! 552.

A spirit haunts the year's last hours, 13.
A still small voice spake unto me, 30.

A storm was coming, but the winds were still, 380.
As when with downcast eyes we muse and
brood, 24.

At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville
lay, 507.

At Francis Allen's on the Christmas Eve, 67.
Athelstan King, 534.

Doubt no longer that the Highest is the wisest
and the best, 892.

Dust are our frames; and, gilded dust, our
pride, 142.

Eн? good daäy! good daäy! thaw it bean't not
mooch of a daäy, 884.

Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable, 395.
Eyes not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed, 6.

FAINT as a climate-changing bird that flies, 806.
Fair is her cottage in its place, 236.
Fair things are slow to fade away, 806.
Farewell, Macready, since to-night we part,
578.

Farewell, whose like on earth I shall not find,
837.

Fifty times the rose has flower'd and faded, 805.
First pledge our Queen this solemn night, 575.
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, 119.
Flower in the crannied wall, 240.

From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done, 418.
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, 62.
895

GLORY of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song,

239.

Golden-hair'd Ally whose name is one with mine,

499.

HAD the fierce ashes of some fiery peak, 877.
Half a league, half a league, 222.
Hallowed be Thy name-Halleluiah! 533.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands, 119.
He is fled-I wish him dead-, 821.
Helen's Tower, here I stand, 574.
Her arms across her breast she laid, 119.

Her, that yer Honour was spakin' to? Whin,
yer Honour? last year, 555.

Here, by this brook, we parted; I to the East,
139.

Here far away, seen from the topmost cliff, 476.
Here, it is here, the close of the year, 237.
He rose at dawn and, fired with hope, 236.
He that only rules by terror, 115.

He thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak, 25.
Hide me, Mother! my Fathers belong'd to the
church of old, 541.

How long, O God, shall men be ridden down, 26.

I BUILT my soul a lordly pleasure-house, 44.

If I were loved, as I desire to be, 27.

I had a vision when the night was late, 120.

I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood,
286.

I knew an old wife lean and poor, 66.
Illyrian woodlands, echoing falls, 124.

I'm glad I walk'd. How fresh the meadows
look, 81.

In her ear he whispers gaily, 116.

I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade, 56.
I see the wealthy miller yet, 36.

I send you here a sort of allegory, 44.

Is it you, that preach'd in the chapel there look-
ing over the sand? 544.

It little profits that an idle king, 95.
It was the time when lilies blow, 114.

I waited for the train at Coventry, 103.

I was the chief of the race-he had stricken my
father dead, 529.

I wish I were as in the years of old, 538.

KING ARTHUR made new knights to fill the gap,

433-

King, that hast reign'd six hundred years, and

grown, 537.

LADY Clara Vere de Vere, 49.

Late, my grandson! half the morning have I
paced these sandy tracts, 560.
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, 309.
Life and thought have gone away, 15.
'Light of the nations' ask'd his Chronicler, 879.

Like souls that balance joy and pain, 118.
Live thy Life, 836.

Lo! there once more-this is the seventh night,
653.

Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm, 125.
Love thou thy land, with love far-brought, 64.
Low-flowing breezes are roaming the broad
valley dimm'd in the gloaming, 3.
Lucilia, wedded to Lucretius, found, 161.

MANY a hearth upon our dark globe sighs after
many a vanish'd face, 812.
Many, many welcomes, 836.
Mellow moon of heaven, 813.
Midnight-in no midsummer tune, 573.

Milk for my sweet-arts, Bess! fur it mun be the
time about now, 557.

Mine be the strength of spirit, full and free, 25.
Minnie and Winnie, 237.

Move eastward, happy earth, and leave, 119.
My father left a park to me, 108.

My friend should meet me somewhere hereabout,
521.

My good blade carves the casques of men, 110.
My heart is wasted with my woe, 17.

My hope and heart is with thee-thou wilt be, 25.
My life is full of weary days, 24.

My Lords, we heard you speak: you told us all,

221.

My Rosalind, my Rosalind, 22.
Mystery of mysteries, 20.

NAAY, noä mander o' use to be callin' 'im Roä,
Roä, Roả, 8o9.

Nature, so far as in her lies, 63.
Nightingales warbled without, 235.

Not here! the white North has thy bones; and
thou, 537.

Not this way will you set your name, 569.
Now first we stand and understand, 889.
Now is done thy long day's work, 16.

O BLACKBIRD! sing me something well, 61.
O bridesmaid, ere the happy knot was tied, 27.
Enone sat within the cave from out, 875.
Of love that never found his earthly close, 92.
Of old sat Freedom on the heights, 64.
O God! my God! have mercy now, 3.
O Lady Flora, let me speak, 104.
Old Fitz, who from your suburb grange, 537.
Old poets foster'd under friendlier skies, 578.
O Love, Love, Love! O withering might! 39.
O love, what hours were thine and mine, 233.
O loyal to the royal in thyself, 474.

O me, my pleasant rambles by the lake, 83.
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies, 243.
On a midnight in midwinter when all but the
winds were dead, 889.

Once in a golden hour, 235.

Once more the gate behind me falls, 88.
Once more the Heavenly Power, 573.

On either side the river lie, 27.

O Patriot Statesman, be thou wise to know, 575.

O plump head-waiter at The Cock, 111.

O purblind race of miserable men, 354.

O sweet pale Margaret, 21.

O thou so fair in summers gone, 575.

O thou, that sendest out the man, 66.
Our birches yellowing and from each, 568.

Our doctor had call'd in another, I never had

seen him before, 517.

'Ouse-keeper sent tha my lass, fur New Squire
coom'd last night, 514.

Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep, 532.
O well for him whose will is strong! 235.
O you chorus of indolent reviewers, 243.
O young Mariner, 829.

O you that were eyes and light to the King till
he passed away, 537.

PELLAM the King, who held and lost with Lot,
369.

Pine, beech and plane, oak, walnut, apricot,
750.

QUEEN GUINEVERE had fled the court, and sat,
456.

RALPH would fight in Edith's sight, 890.
Red of the Dawn! 888.

Revered, beloved-O you that hold, 1.
Roman Virgil, thou that singest, 570.
Rose, on this terrace fifty years ago, 836.
Row us out from Desenzano, to your Sirmione
row! 574.

SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, 223.
Sir, do you see this dagger? nay, why do you
start aside? 883.

Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day, 165.
Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw, 15.
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd, 68.

So Hector spake; the Trojans roar'd applause,

243.

So saying, light-foot Iris pass'd away, 536.

So, my lord, the Lady Giovanna, who hath been
away, 767.

So then our good Archbishop Theobald, 693.
'Spring-flowers'! While you still delay to take,

826.

Stand back, keep a clear lane! 579.
Still on the tower stood the vane, 120.
Strong Son of God, immortal Love, 247.
'Summer is coming, summer is coming, 836.
Sunset and evening star, 893.

Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town, 111.

THAT story which the bold Sir Bedivere, 467.
The bee buzz'd up in the heat, 891.

The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,

341.

The bridal garland falls upon the bier, 892.

The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a

room, 79.

The charge of the gallant three hundred, the
Heavy Brigade! 568.

The form, the form alone is eloquent! 26.
The gleam of household sunshine ends, 891.
The groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould,
827.

The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, 317.
The lights and shadows fly! 244.

The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a
man, 834.

The plain was grassy, wild and bare, 16.
The poet in a golden clime was born, 13.
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, 124.
There is a sound of thunder afar, 890.
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier, 40.
There on the top of the down, 875.

These lame hexameters the strong-wing'd music
of Homer! 243.

These roses for my Lady Marian, 838.

These to His Memory-since he held them dear,
308.

The Son of him with whom we strove for power,

They rose to where their sovran eagle sails, 533.
This morning is the morning of the day, 72.
This thing, that thing is the rage, 891.
Those that of late had fleeted far and fast, 533.
Thou art not steep'd in golden languors, 8.
Tho' Sin too oft, when smitten by Thy rod, 891.
Thou third great Canning, stand among our best,
574.

Thou who stealest fire, 11.

Thy dark eyes open'd not, 22.

Thy prayer was 'Light-more Light-while
Time shall last!' 575.

Thy tuwhits are lull'd, I wot, 9.

Two children in two neighbour villages, 18.
Two Suns of Love make day of human life, 576.

ULYSSES, much-experienced man, 825.
Uplift a thousand voices full and sweet, 223.

VEX not thou the poet's mind, 14.

Victor in Drama, Victor in Romance, 534.

WAÄIT till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a'
sights to tell, 504.

Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land
and sea, 501.

'Wait a little,' you say, 'you are sure it'll all
come right,' 499.

Wan Sculptor, weepest thou to take the cast, 26.
Warrior of God, man's friend, and tyrant's foe,

574.

Warrior of God, whose strong right arm debased,

25.

We left behind the painted buoy, 117.
Welcome, welcome, with one voice! 577.

Well, you shall have that song which Leonard
wrote, 94.

We move, the wheel must always move, 835.
We were two daughters of one race, 44.
What am I doing, you say to me, wasting the
sweet summer hours'? 886.

What be those crown'd forms high over the sacred
fountain? 834.

What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew,
835.

What time the mighty moon was gathering light,

17.

Wheer asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere
aloän? 228.

When cats run home and light is come, 9.

When from the terrors of Nature a people have
fashion'd and worship a Spirit of Evil, 887.
When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free, 9.
When the dumb Hour, clothed in black, 892.
When will the stream be aweary of flowing, 2.
Where Claribel low-lieth, 2.

Where is one that, born of woman, altogether can
escape, 889.

While about the shore of Mona those Neronian
legionaries, 241.

While man and woman still are incomplete, 836.
'Whither, O whither, love, shall we go,' 236.
Who would be, 19.

Who would be, 19.

Why wail you, pretty plover? and what is it that
you fear? 822.

Will my tiny spark of being wholly vanish in
your deeps and heights? 892.

With a half-glance upon the sky, 13.
With blackest moss the flower-plots, 7.
With farmer Allan at the farm abode, 77.
With one black shadow at its feet, 29.

You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, 64.

You make our faults too gross, and thence main-
tain, 836.

You might have won the Poet's name, 123.
You must wake and call me early, call me early:

mother dear, 50.

You, you, if you shall fail to understand, 577.