I' the glooming light, 781.
It is the day when he was born, 190.
It is the miller's daughter, 37.
It is the solemn even-time, 765.
It little profits that an idle king, 88.
I trust I have not wasted breath, 194.
It was the time when lilies blow, 105.
I vex my heart with fancies dim, 173.
I wage not any feud with Death, 181.
I waited for the train at Coventry, 95,
I wander in darkness and sorrow, 758.
I was the chief of the race --- he had stricken

my father dead, 180.
I wițl hang thee, iny Harp, by the side of the

fountain, 756.
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,

413.

ing Charles was sitting all alone, 177.
Kings, when to private audience they descend,

772.
King, that hast reign'd six hundred years, and

grown, 488.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere, 46.
Land of bright eye and lofty brow, 761.
Late, my grandson! half the morning have I

paced these sandy tracts, 517.
Late, late, so late! and dark the night and

chill! 436.
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, 304.
Life and Thought have gone away, 15.
Like souls that balance joy and pain, 109.
Live thy Life, 556.
Lo, as a dove when up she springs, 166.
Long as the heart beats life within her breast,

793.
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm,

More than my brothers are to me,' 181.
Move eastward, happy earth, and leave, 110.
My father left a park to me, 99.
My friend should meet me somewhere hereas

bouts, 173.
My good blade carves the casques of men, 101.
My heart is wasted with my woe,

17.
My hope and heart is with thee- thou wilt be,

24.
My life is full of weary days, 24.
My Lords, we hear you speak : you told us all,

269.
My love has talk'd with rocks and trees, 187.
My name, once mine, now thine, is closelier

mine, 373.
My own dim life should teach me this, 171.
My Rosalind, my Rosalind, 21.
My Rosalind, my Rosalind, 789.
Mystery of mysteries, 20.
Naäy, noä mander o’use to be callin' 'im Roti,

Roä, Roä, 530.
Nature, so far as in her lies, 60.
Nightingales warbled without, 271.
Not here! the white North has thy bones; and
Once more the Heavenly Power, 513.
On either side the river lie, 27.
One writes, that other friends remain,' 164.
On that last night before we went, 189.
O Patriot Statesman, be thou wise to know, 515.
O plump head-waiter at The Cock, 102.
O purblind race of miserable men, 341.
O sad No More! O sweet No More! 790.
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, 164.
O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me, 176.
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying south, 135.
O sweet pale Margaret, 20.
O tell me not of vales in tenderest green, 767.
O thou most holy Friendship! wheresoe'er, 765.
O thou so fair in summers gone, 516.
O thou that after toil and storm, 171.
( thou that sendest out the man, 62.
O thou whose fringéd lids I gaze upon, 784.
O true and tried, so well and long, 196.
Our birches yellowing and from each, 508.
Our doctor had call'd in another, I never had

seen him before, 468.
Our enemies have fallen, have fallen : the seed,

150.
'Ouse-keeper sent tha, my lass, fur new Squire

coom’d last night, 165.
Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep, 483,
Over! the sweet summer closes, 662.
0, wast thou with me, dearest, then, 194.
O, well for him whose will is strong ! 223.
O, yet we trust that somehow good, 175.
O you chorus of indolent reviewers, 268.

young Mariner, 550.
O you that were eyes and light to the King till
he past away,

487.
Peace; come away: the song of woe, 176.
Pellam the king, who held and lost with Lot,

357.
Pine, beech and plane, oak, walnut, apricot,

717.

Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day, 115.
Sleep, kinsman thou to death and trance, 179.
Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw, 15.
Slow sailed the weary mariners, and saw, 786.
So all day long the noise of battle rollid, 64.
* So careful of the type ? ' but no, 176.
Soft, shadowy moon-beam ! by thy light, 769.
So Hector spake; the Trojans roar'd applause,

268.
So many worlds, so much to do, 179.
So, my lord, the Lady Giovanna, 708.
So saying, light-foot Iris pass'd away, 487.
So then our good Archbishop Theobald, 639.
'Spring-flowers'! While you still delay to take,

517.
Stand back, keep a clear lane, 558.
Steersman, be not precipitate in thy act, 794.
Still on the tower stood the vane, 110.
Still onward winds the dreary way, 169.
Strong Son of God, immortal Love, 163,
Summer is coming, summer is coming,' 558.
Sunset and evening star, 753.
Sure never get was antelope, 791.
Sweet after showers, ambrosial air, 183,
Sweet and low, sweet and low, 128.
Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town, 102.
Sweet is true love tho' given in vain, in vain,

393.
Sweet soul, do with me as thou wilt, 178.

Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat,

433.

Rainbow, stay, 688,
Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky, 309,
Raise, raise the song of the hundred shells ! 770.
Revered, beloved O you that hold, 1.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, 190.
Rise, Britons, rise, if manhood be not dead,

792.
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, 179.
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, 188.
Roman Virgil, thou that singest Hion's lofty

temples robed in fire, 311.
Rose, on this terrace fifty years ago, 575.
Row us out from Desenzano, to your Sirmione
row,

514.

Take wings of fancy, and ascend, 180.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,

131.
Tears of the widower, when he sees, 166,
That each, who seems a separate whole, 174.
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, 13.
That which we dare invoke to bless, 19.
The baby new to earth and sky, 174.
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,

333,
· The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a

room,' 74,
The charge of the gallant three hundred, the

Heavy Brigade! 509.
The churl in spirit, up or down, 191.
The Danube to the Severn gave, 168,
The fire of heaven has kill'd the barren cold,

Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun, 194.
Sainted Juliet! dearest name! 781.
Sea-kings' daughter from over the sea, 257.
Shall the hag Evil die with child of Good, 785.
Shame upon you, Robin, 595.
Show not, o Moon! with pure and liquid beam.

a

'T is well ; 't is something ; we may stand, 167.
To-night the winds begin to rise, 167.
To-night ungather'd let us leave, 190.
To sit beside a chrystal spring, 776.
To Sleep I give my powers away, 164.,
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the

proud, 337.
Two bees within a crystal flowerbell rockéd,

786.
Two children in two neighbor villages, 18.
Two Suns of Love make day of human life, 517.
Two young lovers in winter weather, 642.
Ulysses, much-experienced man, 546.
Unwatch'd, the garden bough shall sway, 188.
Uplift a thousand voices full and sweet, 257.
Urania speaks with darken'd brow, 172.
Vex not thou the poet's mind, 14.
Victor in Drama, Victor in Romance, 485.
Voice of the summer wind, 783.

There are tears o' pity, an' tears o' wae, 765.
There are three things which fill my heart with

sighs, 791.
Therefore your Halls, your ancient Colleges,

789.
There is a sound of thunder afar! 792.
There is no land like England, 786.
There is sweet music here that softer falls, 51.
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier, 38.
There rolls the deep where grew the tree, 194.
There was a long, low, rushy dell, emboss'd,

757,
These lame hexameters the strong - winged

music of Homer! 268.
These to His Memory - since he held them

dear, 30%.
The sombre pencil of the dim-grey dawn, 762.
The Son of him with whom we strove for

power, 270.
The splendor falls on castle walls, 134.
The sun goes down in the dark blue main, 772.
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills

and the plains, 273.
The time draws near the birth of Christ, 170.
The time draws near the birth of Christ, 190.
The town lay still in the low sunlight, 7:32.
The varied earth, the moving heaven, 784.
The voice and the Peak, 27+.
The winds, as at their hour of birth, 7.
The wind that beats the mountain blows, 59.
The wish, that of the living whole, 176.
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, 89.
They have left the doors ajar; and by their

clash, 461.
They rose to where their sovran eagle sails, 481.
This morning is the morning of the day, 68.
This truth came borne with bier and pall, 182.
Tho' if an eye that's downward cast, 177.
Those that of late had feeted far and fast, 181.
Tho' truths in manhood darkly join, 172.
Thou art not steep'd in golden languors, 9.
Thou beast of the flood, who has said in thy

soul, 768.
Thou camest to thy bower, my love, across the

musky grove, 772.
Thon comest, much wept for; such a breeze,

167.
Thon, from the first, unborn, undying Love,

785.
Though night hath climbed her peaks of high-

est noon 78.7.
Thou land of the Lily! thy gay flowers are

blooming, 759.
Thou third great Canning, stand among our

best, 515.
Thou who stealest fire, 11.
Thy converse drew us with delight, 191.
Thy dark eyes open'd not, 22.
Thy prayer was Light more Light – while

Time shall last, 515.
Thy spirit ere our fatal loss, 173.
Thy tuwhits are Inl'd, I wot, 10.
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, 142.
Thy voice is on the rolling air, 1.8,
'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise, 192.
Tis midnight o'er the dim mere's lonely bosom,

Waäit till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a '

sights to tell, 456.
Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land

and sea, 451.
· Wait a little,' you say, 'you are sure it 'll all

come right,' 452.
Wan Sculptor, weepest thou to take the cast,
When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free, 10.
When will the stream be aweary of flowing, 3.
Where Claribel low-lieth, 3.
Where is the Giant of the Sun, which stood, 790.
Where is the wonderful abode, 767.
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian

With Memory's eye, 774.
With one black shadow at its feet, 29.
With roses musky-breathed, 790,
With such compelling cause to grieve, 170.
With trembling fingers did we weave, 170.
With weary steps I loiter on, 172.
Yet if some voice that man could trust, 171.
Yet pity for a horse o'er-driven, 177.
You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, 60.
You cast to ground the hope which once was

mine, 784.
You did late review my lays, 789.
You leave us: you will see the Rhine, 188.
You make our faults too gross, and thence

maintain, 556.
You might have won the Poet's name, 114.
You must wake and call me early, call me early.

mother dear, 47.
Your ringlets, your ringlets, 793.
You say, but with no touch of scorn, 187.
You thought my heart too far diseased, 178.
You, you, if you shall fail to understand, 524.

Achilles over the Trench, 487.
Additional Verses to 'God Save the Queen,'

792.
Adeline, 20.

Ah! yes, the Lip may faintly smile,' 772.
Alexander, 25.
Alexandra, A Welcome to, 257.
Alexandrovna, Her Royal Highness Marie,

Duchess of Edinburgh, A Welcome to, 270.
Alice, Princess, Dedicatory Poem to, 470.
All things will die, 4.
Álva's, The Duke of, Observation on Kings, 772.
Amphion, 99,
Anacreontics, 7990.
Ancient Sage, The, 497.
* And ask ye why these sad tears stream ? ' 765.
Antony to Cleopatra, 758,
Argyll, Duke of, To the, 515.
Audley Court, 74.
Aylmer's Field, 240.
Babylon, 775.
Balin and Balan, 357.
Ballad of Oriana, The, 17.
BALLADS, AND OTHER POEMS, 451.
Battle of Brunanburh, 485.
Beatrice, H. R. H. Princess, To, 517.
Beautiful City, 555.
BECKET, 639.
Beggar Maid, The, 110.
Blackbird, The, 58.
Boadicéa, 266.
Boyle, Mary, To, 547.
• Break, Break, Break,' 115.
Bridesmaid, The, 26.
Britons, Guard your Own, 792.
Brook, The, 217.
Brookfield, Rev. W. H., To the, 484.
Buonaparte, 25.
Burial of Love, The, 781.
By an Evolutionist, 551.
Cambridge University, On, 789.
Captain, The, 106.
* Caress'd or chidden by the slender hand,' 25.
Caxton, Epitaph on, 515.
Character, A, 13,
Charge of the Heavy Brigade at Balaclava, The,

509.
Charge of the Light Brigade, The, 226.
Check every outflash, every ruder sally,' 790.
Child Songs, 271.
Chorie Song, 51.
Chorus in an Unpublished Drama, 784.
Circumstance, 18.

City Child, The, 271.
Claribel, 3.
Columbus, 476.
• Come not, when I am dead,' 110.
Coming of Arthur, The, 304.
Compromise, 791.
Contrast, A, 773.
Could I outwear my present state of woe,' 784
Crossing the Bar, 753.
Cup, THE, 717.
Daisy, The, 221.
Dante, To, 488.
Day-Dream, The, 96.
Dead Enemy, On a, 772.
Dead Prophet, The, 512.
Death of the Old Year, The, 58.
Dedication, A, 265.
Dedication, 30:3.
Dedicatory Poem to the Princess Alice, 470.
Defence of Lucknow, The, 470.
Deity, The, 767.
Dell of E The, 757.
DEMETER AND OTHER POEMS, 526.
Demeter and Persephone, 528.
De Profundis, 483.
Deserted House, The, 15.
Despair, 495.
Did not thy roseate lips outvie,' 761.
Dirge, A, 16.
Dora, 72.
Dream of Fair Women, A, 53,
Druid's Prophecies, The, 762.
Dualisms, 786,
Dufferin and Ava. Marquis of, To the, 526.
Dying Christian, The, 773.
Dying Swan, The, 16.
Eagle, The, 110.
Early Sonnets, 24.
Early Spring, 513.
Edward Gray, 102.
Edwin Morris, or, The Lake, 77.
Egypt, 762.
1865-1866, 793.
Eleänore, 22.
E. L. on his Travels in Greece, To, 114.
England and America in 1782, 62.
ENGLISH IDYLS AND OTHER POEMS, 63.
English War-Song, 785.
ENOCH ARDEN AND OTHER POEMS, 227.
Enoch Arden, 227.
Epic, The, 63.
Epilogne, 510.
Epitaph on Caxton, 515.