INDEX OF FIRST LINES A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink, 694 A little black thing among the snow, 301 A priest was in the land, Layamon was he hight, 26 A povre widwe, somdel stope in age, 52 A sonnet is a moment's monument, 685 Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, 656 Amarantha, sweet and fair, 191 And did those feet in ancient time, 301 Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers, 136 At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, 674 Avenge, O Lord, Thy slaughter'd saints whose Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead, 654 Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, Because a million voices call, 785 Be gentle, O hands of a child, 783 Be it right or wrong, these men among on women Behold her, single in the field, 377 Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers, 692 Bird of the bitter bright gray golden morn, 694 Blows the wind today, and the sun and the rain are Boot, saddle, to horse and away, 638 Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art!, Bring the bowl which you boast, 389 Bryhthnoth encouraged his comrades heartily 18 But do not let us quarrel any more, 666 But, knowing now that they would have her speak, But only three in all God's universe, 690 Deep in the shady sadness of the vale, 443 Down by the salley gardens my love and I did Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile Drink to me only with thine eyes, 136 Earth has not anything to show more fair, 382 Fair daffodils, we weep to see, 189 Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, 134 He is gone on the mountain, 384 Her mother died when she was young, 63 Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, 127 How changed is here each spot man makes or How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, 692 How sleep the brave who sink to rest, 293 I arise from dreams of thee, 416 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, 416 I have had playmates, I have had companions, 484 I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep, 785 I met a traveller from an antique land, 409 I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely I never gave a lock of hair away, 691 I send my heart up to thee, all my heart, 641 - I weep for Adonais — he is dead!, 419 I went out to the hazel wood, 826 I who am dead a thousand years, 786 I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, 825 If from the public way you turn your steps, 367 If I should die, think only this of me, 781 In the cool of the evening, when the low sweet In the hour of my distress, 190 In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, 356 "Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, 782 Is there, for honest poverty, 315 It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 382 It is an ancient Mariner, 341 It little profits that an idle king, 624 It once might have been, once only, 673 It was a lover and his lass, 133 It was a summer evening, 518 It was in and about the Martinmas time, 66 It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' John Anderson my jo, John, 313 Kentish Sir Byng stood for the King, 637 Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world Let me not to the marriage of true minds, 136 Little Lamb, who made thee?, 301 Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band, Many a green isle needs must be, 409 Many a lonely man at last comes to honour, 17 Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, 428 My hair is grey, but not with years, 405 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains, 44I My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie, 312 My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!, 692 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 515 O blithe New-comer! I have heard, 377 O Mary, at thy window be, 311 O mistress mine, where are you roaming, 134 O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, 626 O thou, by nature taught, 294 O what can ail thee, Knight-at-arms, 449 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, O world! O life! O time!, 419 O, yet we trust that somehow good, 626 Of the beauty of kindness I speak, 813 Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, 366 Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, 403 Oh! that those lips had language! Life has On either side the river lie, 613 On Linden, when the sun was low, 519 Once did she hold the gorgeous east in fee, 381 One more Unfortunate, 515 Only a man harrowing clods, 792 Others abide our question, Thou art free, 603 Said Abner, "At last thou art come! Ere I tell, Say not the struggle nought availeth, 696 She dwelt among the untrodden ways, 367 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant Summer is icumen in, 39 Sunset and evening star, 636 Sweet and low, sweet and low, 625 Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, 273 Take, O take those lips away, 134 That time of year thou may'st in me behold, 135 The blessed damozel leaned out, 683 The harp that once through Tara's Halls, 522 The Lady Poverty was fair, 812 The moon is up: the stars are bright, 816 The night I left my father said, 787 The Perse owt off Northombarlonde, 67 The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the The sea is awake, and the sound of the song of the The sea is calm to-night, 610 The smell of wet hay in the heat, 787 The world is too much with us; late and soon, 382 Then sloth came all beslobbered, with slime on his There is a song of England that none shall ever There lived a wife at Usher's Well, 64 There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs, 383 There was a roaring in the wind all night, 375 There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, There's a breathless hush in the Close tonight, 815 |