INDEX OF FIRST LINES (Including the first lines of songs included in poems and dramas and of sections of IN MEMORIAM.) A city clerk, but gently born and bred, 252. woe, 555. Again at Christmas did we weave, 180. A garden here - May breath and bloom of A happy lover who has come, 165. Ah God! the petty fools of rhyme, 272. All along the valley, stream that flashest white, All thoughts, all creeds, all dreams are true, Almighty Love! whose nameless power, 776. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, Angels have talked with him and showed him A plague upon the people fell, 272. Are you sleeping? have you forgotten? do not A rose, but one, none other rose had I, 419. Ask me no more: the wind may draw the sea, A spirit haunts the year's last hours, 13. As thro' the land at eve we went, 122. A storm was coming, but the winds were still, As when with downcast eyes we muse and At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville At Francis Allen's on the Christmas-eve, 63. A thousand summers ere the time of Christ, 497. At times our Britain cannot rest, 526. Ay, ay, O, ay-the winds that bend the brier! Babble in bower, 687. Banner of England, not for a season, O banner 'Beat, little heart - I give you this and this,' Beat upon mine, little heart! beat, beat! 553. Below the thunders of the upper deep, 6. Blow trumpet, for the world is white with Blow ye the trumpet, gather from afar, 789. Break, break, break, 115. Brooks, for they call'd you so that knew you Bury the Great Duke, 223. By night we linger'd on the lawn, 186. Calm is the morn without a sound, 166. Check every outflash, every ruder sally, 790. Come not, when I am dead, 110. Come, when no graver cares employ, 222. Contemplate all this work of Time, 193, Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood, Dainty little maiden, whither would you wan- Dark house, by which once more I stand, 165. Dead mountain flowers, 712. Dead Princess, living Power, if that which Dear friend, far off, my lost desire, 195. Deep on the convent-roof the snows, 100. He tasted love with half his mind, 185. Doors, where my heart was used to beat, 193. Dost ask why Laura's soul is riven, 773. Dost thou look back on what hath been, 177. Down Savoy's hills of stainless white, 764. Elaine the fair, Elaine the lovable, 380. Ere yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb, 783. Eyes not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed, 7. Faded every violet, all the roses, 794. Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies, Fair is her cottage in its place, 264. Fifty times the rose has flower'd and faded, First pledge our Queen this solemn night, 515. Free love-free field we love but while we From art, from nature, from the schools, 174. 400. Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, 58. Gee oop! whoä! Gee oop! whoä! 742. Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song, God bless our Prince and Bride! 792. Go forth, thou man of force! 773. Half a league, half a league, 226. Hallowed be Thy name- Halleluiah! 484. Hark! how the gale, in mournful notes and Heart-affluence in discursive talk, 191. Heaven weeps above the earth all night till He clasps the crag with crooked hands, 110. He past, a soul of nobler tone, 177. Here by this brook we parted, I to the East, Here far away, seen from the topmost cliff, 281. He thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak 25. Hide me, mother! my fathers belong'd to the High wisdom holds my wisdom less, 192. 'His friends would praise him, I believed 'em,' 571. Home they brought her warrior dead, 149. How gaily sinks the gorgeous sun within his How long, O God, shall men be ridden down, How many a father have I seen, 175. I am any man's suitor, 781. I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, 43, I cannot see the features right, 179. I climb the hill: from end to end, 188. I come from haunts of coot and hern, 218. I die my limbs with icy feeling, 773. I dream'd there would be Spring no more, 178. If any vague desire should rise, 181. If these brief lays, of Sorrow born, 174. I had a vision when the night was late, 111. I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little I hear the noise about thy keel, 165. I held it truth, with him who sings, 163. I knew an old wife lean and poor, 62. I know her by her angry air, 23. I know that this was Life, the track, 169. I leave thy praises unexpress'd, 180. I'm glad I walk'd. How fresh the meadowg In her ear he whispers gaily, 107. In love, if love be love, if love be ours, 372. In those sad words I took farewell, 176. I past beside the reverend walls, 184 I read, before my eyelids dropt their snade, 53. I see the chariot, where, 767. I see the wealthy miller yet, 35. I send you here a sort of allegory, 42. I shall not see thee. Dare I say, 186. I sing to him that rests below, 168. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear in the Is it you, that preach'd in the chapel there I sometimes hold it half a sin, 164. I stood on a tower in the wet, 793. I stood upon the Mountain which o'erlooks I' the glooming light, 781. It is the day when he was born, 190. I was the chief of the race-he had stricken I will hang thee, my Harp, by the side of the I will not shut me from my kind, 191. I wish I were as in the years of old, 489. Jerusalem! Jerusalem! 770. King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap, King Charles was sitting all alone, 777. Kings, when to private audience they descend, King, that hast reign'd six hundred years, and Lady Clara Vere de Vere, 46. Land of bright eye and lofty brow, 761. Late, late, so late! and dark the night and Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, 304. Lo, as a dove when up she springs, 166. Long as the heart beats life within her breast, Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm, Lo! there once more - this is the seventh Love is and was my lord and king, 195. Love thou thy land, with love far-brought, 61. Lucilia, wedded to Lucretius, found, 274. Many a hearth upon our dark globe sighs after Many, many welcomes, 556. Me my own fate to lasting sorrow doometh, 790. Mine be the strength of spirit, full and free, 24. Mona! with flame thine oaks are streaming, Moon on the field and the foam. 720. My life is full of weary days, 24. - My Lords, we hear you speak: you told us all, My love has talk'd with rocks and trees, 187. My name, once mine, now thine, is closelier My own dim life should teach me this, 171. My Rosalind, my Rosalind, 789. Naäy, noä mander o' use to be callin' 'im Ro, Nature, so far as in her lies, 60. Nightingales warbled without, 271. Not here! the white North has thy bones; and Not he that breaks the dams, but he, 793. Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white, Now, sometimes in my sorrow shut, 169. O beauty, passing beauty! sweetest Sweet, 787. O darling room, my heart's delight, 789. Of love that never found his earthly close, 85. O happy lark, that warblest high, 748. Old Fitz, who from your suburb grange, 488. O maiden, fresher than the first green leaf, 784 O me, my pleasant rambles by the lake, 77. Once more the gate behind me falls, 82. Once more the Heavenly Power, 513. One writes, that other friends remain,' 164. O Patriot Statesman, be thou wise to know, 515. O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me, 176. O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying south, 135. O tell me not of vales in tenderest green, 765. O thou that after toil and storm, 171. O thou whose fringéd lids I gaze upon, 784. Our enemies have fallen, have fallen: the seed, 'Ouse-keeper sent tha, my lass, fur new Squire Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep, 483. O, wast thou with me, dearest, then, 194. O you that were eyes and light to the King till Peace; come away: the song of woe, 176. Pellam the king, who held and lost with Lot, Pine, beech and plane, oak, walnut, apricot, 717. Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat, Rainbow, stay, 688. Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky, 309. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, 179. Rose, on this terrace fifty years ago, 555. Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun, 194. Show not, O Moon! with pure and liquid beam. Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day, 115. So many worlds, so much to do, 179. So, my lord, the Lady Giovanna, 708. 547. Stand back, keep a clear lane, 558. Steersman, be not precipitate in thy act, 794. Sure never yet was antelope, 791. Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town, 102. Sweet soul, do with me as thou wilt, 178. Take wings of fancy, and ascend, 180. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, 134. Tears of the widower, when he sees, 166, The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a The charge of the gallant three hundred, the The churl in spirit, up or down, 191. The fire of heaven has kill'd the barren cold, The foes of the east have come down on our The form, the form alone is eloquent! 26. The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, 311. The lintwhite and the throstlecock, 782. The love that rose on stronger wings, 195. The pallid thunder-stricken sigh for gain, 785. There are tears o' pity, an' tears o' wae, 765. Therefore your Halls, your ancient Colleges, There is a sound of thunder afar! 792. These lame hexameters the strong-winged These to His Memory-since he held them The sombre pencil of the dim-grey dawn, 762. The splendor falls on castle walls, 134. The sun goes down in the dark blue main, 772. The time draws near the birth of Christ, 170. The winds, as at their hour of birth, 7. They rose to where their sovran eagle sails, 484. Thou camest to thy bower, my love, across the Thou comest, much wept for; such a breeze, Thou, from the first, unborn, undying Love, Though night hath climbed her peaks of high- Thou land of the Lily! thy gay flowers are Thou third great Canning, stand among our Thou who stealest fire, 11. Thy converse drew us with delight, 191. Time shall last, 515. more Light while Thy spirit ere our fatal loss, 173. -- Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, 142. 'T is well; 't is something; we may stand, 167. Two bees within a crystal flowerbell rockéd, Two children in two neighbor villages, 18. Ulysses, much-experienced man, 546. Vex not thou the poet's mind, 14. Waäit till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a' Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land 'Wait a little,' you say, 'you are sure it'll all Wan Sculptor, weepest thou to take the cast, Warrior of God, man's friend, and tyrant's foe, Warrior of God, whose strong right arm de- We know him, out of Shakespeare's art, 791. We lost you for how long a time, 794. We were two daughters of one race, 42. What did ye do, and what did ye saäy, 741. What hope is here for modern rhyme, 180. What time I wasted youthful hours, 792. What words are these have fallen from me? Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' When cats run home and light is come, 9. |