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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,


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

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,

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,

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

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

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

Lo! there once more - this is the seventh

night! 623.
Love is and was my lord and king, 195.
Love is come with a song and a smile, 028.
Love that hath us in the net, 37.
Love thou thy land, with love far-brought, 61.
Low-flowing breezes are roaming the broad val-

ley dimm'd in the gloaming, 4.
Lucilia, wedded to Lucretius, found, 274.
Many a hearth upon our dark globe sighs after

many a vanish'd face, 533,
Many, many welcomes, 556.
Mellow moon of heaven, 534.
Memory! dear enchanter! 755.
Me my own fate to lasting sorrow doometh, 790.
Midnight in no midsummer tune, 514.
Milk for my sweet-arts, Bess! fur it mun be

the time about now, 506.
Mine be the strength of spirit, full and free, 24.
Minnie and Winnie, 271.
Mona! with flame thine oaks are streaming,

Moon on the field and the foam, 720.

thou, 487.
Not he that breaks the dams, but he, 793,
Not this way will you set your name, 510.
Now fades the last long streak of


Now is done thy long day's work, 16.
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white,

Now, sometimes in my sorrow shut, 169.
O beauty, passing beauty! sweetest Sweet, 787.
O blackbird ! sing me something well, 58.
O bridesmaid, ere the happy knot was tied, 26.
0, Cleopatra ! fare thee well, 758.
O darling room, my heart's delight, 789.
O days and hours, your work is this, 193.
O diviner air, 461.
Of love that never found his earthly close, 85.
Of old sat Freedom on the heights, 60.
O God! my God! have mercy now, 4.
O go not yet, my love! 782.
O happy lark, that warblest high, 748.
Oh! Berenice, lorn and lost, 769.
Oh ! 't is a fearful thing to glance, 756.
Oh! ye wild winds, that roar and rave, 774.
O Lady Flora, let me speak, 96.
Old Fitz, who from your suburb grange, 488.
Old poets foster'd under friendlier skies, 516.
Old Sword ! tho' dim and rusted, 759.
Old warder of these buried bones, 172.
Old yew, which graspest at the stones, 163.
O living will that shalt endure, 196.
O Love, Love, Love! () withering might ! 38.
O love, what hours were thine and mine, 221.
O loyal to the royal in thyself, 450.
O maiden, fresher than the first green leaf, 784
O man, forgive thy mortal foe, 746.
( me, my pleasant rambles by the lake, 77.
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies, 268,
O Morning Star that smilest in the blue, 326.
O mother Ida, many-fountain d Ida, 39.
Once in a golden hour, 264.
Once more the gate behind me falls, 82.

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

'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,

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

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


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,

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,

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,

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

Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat,


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,

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


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

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,

· 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.

The foes of the east have come down on our

shore, 771.
The form, the form alone is eloquent! 26.
The ground-flame of the crocus breaks the

mould, 518.
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, 311.
The lesser griefs that may be said, 168.
The lights and shadows fly! 279.
The lintwhite and the throstlecock, 782.
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul

of a man, 554.
The love that rose on stronger wings, 195.
The North-wind falling in the new-starred

night, 787.
The pallid thunder-stricken sigh for gain, 785.
The path by which we twain did go, 168.
The plain was grassy, wild and bare, 16.
The poet in a golden clime was born, 14.
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose. 115.



'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,

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,

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,

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,

Thon, from the first, unborn, undying Love,

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


Warrior of God, man's friend, and tyrant's foe,

Warrior of God, whose strong right arm de-

based, 25.
We know him, out of Shakespeare's art, 791.
Welcome, welcome with one voice ! 525.
We leave the well-beloved place, 189.
We left behind the painted buoy, 108.
Well, you shall have that song that Leonard

wrote, 87.
We lost you for how long a time, 794.
We meet no more — the die is cast, 759.
We move, the wheel must always move, 555.
We ranging down this lower track, 174.
We sleep and wake and sleep, but all things

move, 87.
We were two daughters of one race, 42.
What be those crown'd forms high over the

sacred fountain ? 554.
What did ye do, and what did ye saäy, 741.
Whatever I have said or sung, 19).
What hope is here for modern rhyme, 180.
What sight so lured him thro' the fields he

knew, 535.
What time I wasted youthful hours, 792.
What time the mighty moon was gathering

light, 17.
What words are these have fallen from me ?

Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin'

'ere aloän? 261.
When cats run home and light is come, 9.
When I contemplate all alone, 182.
When in the down I sink my head, 178.
When Lazarus left his charnel-cave, 170,
When on my bed the moonlight falls, 178.
When rosy plumelets tuft the larch, 185.

legionaries, 266.
While man and woman still are incomplete, 556.
* Whither, ( whither, love, shall we go,' 263,
Who can say, 789.
Who fears to die? Who fears to die? 785.
Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail,

Who would be A merman bold, 18.
Who would be A mermaid fair, 19.
Why should we weep for those who die, 756.
Why wail you, pretty plover? and what is it

fear ? 543.
Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet, 181.
Witch-elms that counterchange the floor, 184.
With a half-glance upon the sky, 1:3.
With blackest moss the flower-plots, 8.
With farmer Allan at the farm abode, 72.

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.


{The titles of major works and of general divisions are set in SMALL CAPITALS.)

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

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.
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,

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 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 War-Song, 785.
Enoch Arden, 227.
Epic, The, 63.
Epilogne, 510.
Epitaph on Caxton, 515.

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