When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free, 10. Where is the Giant of the Sun, which stood, 790. While about the shore of Mona those Neronian While man and woman still are incomplete, 556. Who can say, Who fears to die? Who fears to die? 785. Who would be A merman bold, 18. Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet, 184. With Memory's eye, 774. Yet if some voice that man could trust, 171. You did late review my lays, 789. You leave us you will see the Rhine, 188. You might have won the Poet's name, 114. Your ringlets, your ringlets, 793. Sir Galahad, 101. Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere, 109. Sisters, The, 461. A spirit haunts the year's last hours,' 13, Every day hath its night,' 782. 'I come from haunts of coot and hern, 218. 'Artemis, Artemis, hear us, O Mother,' 'Babble in bower,' 687. Dead mountain flowers,' 712. Gee oop! whoä! Gee oop! whoä!' 742. 'His friends would praise him, I believe Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear in 'Love is come with a song and a smile,' 628. O happy lark, that warblest high,' 748. Shame upon you, Robin,' 595. The town lay still in the low sunlight,' we may,' 426. - - we love but while 'In love, if love be love, if love be ours,' 'Late, late, so late! and dark the night and 'My name, once mine, now thine, is closelier 'O morning Star that smilest in the blue,' 'Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the 'Sweet is true love tho' given in vain, in The fire of heaven has kill'd the barren "Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower included in The Princess: Tears, idle tears, I know not what they The splendor falls on castle walls,' 134. 'Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,' 'I' the glooming light,' 781. 'It is the miller's daughter,' 37. It is the solemn even-time,' 765. 'O diviner Air,' 461. 'O diviner Light,' 461. 'O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida,' 39. Caress'd or chidden by the slender hand,' To The Nineteenth Century,' Prefatory, 484, To Victor Hugo, 485. To W. C. Macready, 525. 'Wan Sculptor, weepest thon to take the Written on hearing of the Outbreak of the Polish Insurrection, 79. Specimen of a Translation of the Iliad in Blank Spinster's Sweet-Arts, The, 506. Stanza (Not he that breaks the dams, but Stanzas (Come not, when I am dead'), 110. Stanzas (What time I wasted youthful hours'), Stratford de Redcliffe, Lord, Epitaph on, 515. Supposed Confessions of a Second-rate Sensi- Talking Oak, The, 2. Tears of Heaven, The, 784. Tennyson, Alfred, my Grandson, To, 451. |