O Friend! I know not which way I must look

250

Of this fair volume which we World do name

47

Oft in the stilly night

267

O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm

O listen, listen, ladies gay

O lovers' eyes are sharp to see

O Mary, at thy window be.

O me! what eyes hath love put in my head

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming.
my Luve 's like a red, red rose

On a day, alack the day

16

On a Poet's lips I slept

355

Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee
One more Unfortunate

250

274

O talk not to me of a name great in story

Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd

205

328

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being

O World! O Life O Time! . .

351
365

Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day.

She walks in beauty, like the night .

She was a phantom of delight

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part
Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile

Souls of Poets dead and

gone.

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king

213

212

210

211

4

28

153

272

I

Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes.

90

Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind

357

86

36

Tell me where is Fancy bred .

That time of year thou may'st in me behold
That which her slender waist confined.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.
The forward youth that would appear.

21

The fountains mingle with the river
The glories of our blood and state

The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King
The lovely lass o' Inverness

The merchant, to secure his treasure

The more we live, more brief appear

There be none of Beauty's daughters

The poplars are fell'd, farewell to the shade

There is a flower, the Lesser Celandine

There is a garden in her face.

94

171

61

220

73

49

141

155

364

165

209

265

92

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away 263

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream

The sun is warm, the sky is clear

The twentieth year is well nigh past
The World is too much with us; late and soon
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man
They that have power to hurt, and will do none
This is the month, and this the happy morn.
This Life, which seems so fair

Three years she

grew in sun and shower

Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright.
Timely blossom, Infant fair

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
Toll for the Brave.

To me, fair Friend, you never can be old.
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won

195

356
46

24

50

44

214

143

102

134

48

146

II

123

'Twas on a lofty vase's side

132

Two Voices are there, one is of the Sea

249

Under the greenwood tree

6

Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying.
Victorious men of earth, no more

357

72

287

Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie
Were I as base as is the lowly plain
We talk'd with open heart, and tongue

We walk'd along, while bright and red

When he who adores thee has left but the name

256

When icicles hang by the wall

21

When I consider how my light is spent
When I have borne in memory what has tamed
When I have fears that I may cease to be
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced.
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
When in the chronicle of wasted time
When lovely woman stoops to folly

74

252

235

3

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15

155

When Love with unconfined wings

When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

180

22

226

When we two parted.

Where art thou, my beloved Son.

Where shall the lover rest

Where the remote Bermudas ride

285

228

While that the sun with his beams hot.
Whoe'er she be

Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant

Why, Damon, with the forward day
Why so pale and wan, fond lover

121

30

80

225

197

98

Why weep ye by the tide, ladie

218

Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more.

You meaner beauties of the night

301
65

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