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Doors, where my heart was used to beat, 193.
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they can-

ters awaäy, 262.
Dost ask why Laura's soul is riven, 773.
Dost thou look back on what hath been, 177.
Do we indeed desire the dead, 175.
Down Savoy's hills of stainless white, 764.
Dust are our frames; and, gilded dust, our

pride, 241.
Elaine the fair, Elaine the lovable, 380.
Ere yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb, 783.
Every day hath its night, 782.
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.
Fair ship that from the Italian shore, 165.
Fair things are slow to fade away, 528.
Farewell, Macready, since to-night we part, 525.
Farewell, whose like on earth I shall not find,

Fifty times the rose has flower'd and faded,

First pledge our Queen this solemn night, 515.
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, 109.
Flower in the crannied wall, 274.
Free love free field — we love but while we

may, 426.

From art, from nature, from the schools, 174.
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done,

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

mine, 451.
Half a league, half a league, 226.
Hallowed be Thy name - Halleluiah ! 484.
Hapless doom of woman happy in betrothing !

Hark! how the gale, in mournful notes and

stern, 768,
Heart-affluence in discursive talk, 191.
Heaven weeps above the earth all night till

morn, 784.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands, 110.
• He is fled - I wish him dead - ' 512.
Helen's Tower, here I stand, 514.
He past, a soul of nobler tone, 177.
Her arms across her breast she laid, 110.
Here by this brook we parted, I to the East,

Here far away, seen from the topmost cliff, 281.
Here, it is here, the close of the year, 271.
Here often, when a child I lay reclined, 791.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, 171.
He rose at dawn and, fired with hope, 265.
Her, that yer Honor was spakin' to? Whin,

ger Honor ? last year - 504.

He tasted love with half his mind, 185.
He that only rules by terror, 106.
He thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak

Hide me, mother! my fathers belongd to the

church of old, 492.
High wisdom holds my wisdom less, 192.
His eyes in eclipse, 781.
* His friends would praise him, I believed 'em,'

Home they brought her warrior dead, 149.
How fares it with the happy dead, 173.
How gaily sinks the gorgeous sun within his

golden bed, 774.
How long, O God, shall men be ridden down,

How many a father have I seen, 175.
How pure at heart and sound in head, 186.
I am any man's suitor, 781.
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, 43.
I came in haste with cursing breath, 772.
I cannot love thee as I ought, 175.
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.
I envy not in any moods, 100.
If any vague desire should rise, 181.
If any vision should reveal, 183.
If, in thy second state sublime, 177.
If I were loved, as I desire to be, 26.
If one should bring me this report, 166.
If Sleep and Death be truly one, 173.
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

wood, 199.
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.
Hlyrian woodlands, echoing falls, 114.
I'm glad I walk'd. How fresh the meadows

look, 75.
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.

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, then, regret for buried time, 193.
Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear in the

pine overhead ? 679.
Is it you, that preach'd in the chapel there

looking over the sand ? 495.
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.
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, 480,
I will hang thee, my 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,

King Charles was sitting all alone, 777.
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 later 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,

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.

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 herea-

bouts, 473.
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,

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 Rod,

Roä, Roä, 530.
Nature, so far as in her lies, 60.
Nightingales warbled without, 271.
Not here! the white North has thy bones; and

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 snow, 193.
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! O 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, 716.
O 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.

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, 344.
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, 765.
O thou most holy Friendship ! wheresoe'er, 765.
O thou so fair in summers gone, 516.
O thou that after toil and storm, 171.
O 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,

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

coom'd last night, 465.
Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep, 483.
Over! the sweet summer closes, 662.
O, 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.
O 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, 659.
* 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,' 556.
Sunset and evening star, 753.
Sure never yet 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.
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, 443,
That which we dare invoke to bless, 194.
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,

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, 548.
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
The love that rose on stronger wings, 195.
The North-wind fall'n, in the new-starréd

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.

Queen Guinevere bad 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 - 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 Dion's lofty

temples robed in fire, 511.
Rose, on this terrace fifty years ago, 555.
Row us out from Desenzano, to your Sirmione

row, 514.

of a man, 554.

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,



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, 303.
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, 732.
The varied earth, the moving heaven, 784.
The voice and the Peak, 274.
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, 484.
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 fleeted far and fast, 484.
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.
Thou comest, much wept for ; such a breeze,

Thon, from the first, unborn, undying Love,

Though night hath climbed her peaks of high-

est noon, 785.
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 lull'd, I wot, 10.
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, 142.
Thy voice is on the rolling air, 196.
'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise, 192.
Tis midnight o'er the dim mere's lonely bosom,


'T is well; 't is something ; we may stind, 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.
Waäit till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a'

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

and sea, 454.
• Wait a little,' you say, 'you are sure it ’ll all

come right,' 452.
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-

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, 195.
What hope is here for modern rhyme, 180.
What sight so lured him thro' the fields he

knew, 555.
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,

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

legionaries, 266.
Wbile man and woman still are incomplete, 556.
• Whither, O whither, love, shall we go,' 265.
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

that you fear ? 543.
Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet, 184.
Witch-elms that counterchange the floor, 184.
With a half-glance upon the sky, 13.
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

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