INDEX OF FIRST LINES Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers As I was walking all alane Absence, hear thou my protestation And is this-Yarrow?-This the Stream. And wilt thou leave me thus Ariel to Miranda :-Take Art thou pale for weariness As it fell upon a day A slumber did my spirit seal. PAGE 6 179 269 69 183 122 168 151 261 196 20 252 269 36 21 88 178 As slow our ship her foamy track 217 A sweet disorder in the dress 76 At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears 251 At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly 196 Avenge, O Lord! thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones Being your slave, what should I do but tend 7 Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed 242 263 Bid me to live, and I will live 78 Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy. 101 Blow, blow, thou winter wind 25 Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art 194 Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move 39 Fair Daffodils, we weep to see Fair pledges of a fruitful tree Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing 89 89 19 Fear no more the heat o' the sun 27 I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way 271 If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song 141 126 I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden. 176 If Thou survive my well-contented day. If women could be fair, and yet not fond I have had playmates, I have had companions I heard a thousand blended notes I met a traveller from an antique land I'm wearing awa', Jean. In a drear-nighted December In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining In the sweet shire of Cardigan I remember, I remember I saw where in the shroud did lurk It is a beauteous evening, calm and free. It is not Beauty I demand It is not growing like a tree I travell❜d among unknown men It was a lover and his lass It was a summer evening. PAGE 28 81 25 216 276 247 154 188 163 213 220 233 267 72 62 176 6 210 I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking. Let me not to the marriage of true minds 15 164 Life of Life! Thy lips enkindle. 275 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 244 301 77 My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow 23 26 My true-love hath my heart, and I have his 15 No longer mourn for me when I am dead Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note Now the golden Morn aloft O blithe new-comer! I have heard. O Friend! I know not which way I must look PAGE 107 265 243 171 124 153 202 207 Of this fair volume which we World do name. 38 221 O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm 14 O listen, listen, ladies gay 232 O lovers' eyes are sharp to see 193 O Mary, at thy window be 146 O me! what eyes hath love put in my head. 23 O Mistress mine, where are you roaming Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee 207 O talk not to me of a name great in story 170 Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. Souls of Poets dead and gone She was a phantom of delight Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king PAGE 174 3 22 127 225 1 Star that bringest home the bee 267 Stern Daughter of the voice of God 204 Surprized by joy-impatient as the wind 195 Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes 74 Take O take those lips away. 22 Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense 293 71 29 That time of year thou may'st in me behold There is a garden in her face. There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream. The sun is warm, the sky is clear The World is too much with us; late and soon Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright 84 111 Tired with all these, for restful death I cry. To me, fair Friend, you never can be old Two Voices are there, one is of the Sea 39 121 9 102 110 206 |