Vitai Lampada, 815 Wife of Usher's Well, The, 64 Wanderer, The, 17. Ye Mariners of England, 519 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre, 118 Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, 190 to tell, 675 Day!, 637 meet, 824 away, 815 Earth has not anything to show more fair, 382 A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink, 694 plodded, 818 634 bones, 161 780 do complaine, 71 flying, 717 450 666 677 Fair daffodils, we weep to see, 189 321 length, 362 313 blessed abode, 798 Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, 189 Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths, 825 Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, 134 It was a summer evening, 518 It was in and about the Martinmas time, 66 It was the winter wilde, 153 It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries, 799 John Anderson my jo, John, 313 Joy to none be wanting, 27 Kissing her hair I sat against her feet, 693 Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world with a song, 799 Let me not to the marriage of true minds, 136 Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, 305 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, 135 Little Lamb, who made thee?, 301 822 Men of England! who inherit, 520 My boat is on the shore, 404 441 My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie, 312 My heart leaps up, when I behold, 374 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 515 O blithe New-comer! I have heard, 377 O mistress mine, where are you roaming, 134 western sea, 790 O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, 626 O what can ail thee, Knight-at-arms, 449 O, yet we trust that somehow good, 626 Of Nelson and the North, 520 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 Out of the night that covers me, 793 The harp that once through Tara's Halls, 522 The king sits in Dumferling toune, 64 The Lady Poverty was fair, 812 The moon is up: the stars are bright, 816 The night has a thousand eyes, 780 The Persë owt off Northombarlonde, 67 The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves, 825 The rabbit in his burrow keeps, 783 The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand, 716 The sea is awake, and the sound of the song of the joy of her waking is rolled, 695 The sea is calm to-night, 610 The smell of wet hay in the heat, 787 The splendour falls on castle walls, 625 The wish, that of the living whole, 626 The world is too much with us; late and soon, 382 Then sloth came all beslobbered, with slime on his eyelids, 32 There is a song of England that none shall ever sing, 816 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 was twa sisters in a bowr, 67 There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, 657 They are all gone into the world of light, 192 Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, 440 Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul, 782 799 Thy voice is on the rolling air, 627 “Though three men dwell on Flannan Isle, 786 'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill, 202 'Tis the middle night by the castle clock, 351 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, 404 To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won, 193 'Twas jolly, swinging through the air, 788 Under the greenwood tree, 133 Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart, 690 Up, then, Melpomene! thou mournefulst muse of nyne, 115 We shan't see Willy any more, Mamie, 820 Weary of myself, and sick of asking, 605 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 302 |