Puslapio vaizdai


A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink, 431.
A being cleaves the moonlit air, 513.
Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide, 173.
A blood-red ring hung round the moon, 643.
A boat, beneath a sunny sky, 479.
About Glenkindie and his man, 144.
Above yon sombre swell of land, 36.
Across the fields like swallows fly, 503.
Across the sea a land there is, 409.
A cypress-bough, and a rose-wreath sweet, 38.
Adieu to France! my latest glance, 640.
Afar the hunt in vales below has sped, 30.
A floating, a floating, 309.
A gallant fleet sailed out to sea, 610.
A golden gillyflower to-day, 402.
A good sword and a trusty hand ! 40.
A happy day at Whitsuntide, 108.
Ah, be not vain. In yon flower-bell, 329.
Ah, bring it not so grudgingly, 602.
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, 358.
Ah! I'm feared thou 's come too sooin, 501.
Ah ! leave the smoke, the wealth, the roar, 495.
Ah! long ago since I or thou, 31.
Ah, love, the teacher we decried, 577.
Ah! not because our Soldier died before his

field was won, 250.
A ho! A ho! 39.
Ahoy! and O-ho! and it's who's for the ferry,

Ah, sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel,

Ah! thou, too, sad Alighieri, like a waning

moon, 369.
Ah what avails the sceptred race, 10.
A lane of elms in June ; – the air, 622.
Alas, how soon the hours are over, 12.
Alas, that my heart is a lute, 336,
Alas, the moon should ever beam, 119.
Alas! who knows or cares, my love, 541.
A line of light! it is the inland sea, 254.
A little fair soul that knew no sin, 219.
A little gray hill-glade, close-turfed, with-

drawn, 652.
A little love, of Heaven a little share, 527.
A little while a little love, 398.
A little while my love and I, 295.
All beautiful things bring sadness, nor alone,

All in the April evening, 575.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, 359.
All my stars forsake me, 539.
All night I watched awake for morning, 556.
All other joys of life he strove to warm, 371.
All the storm has rolled away, 569.

All the world over, I wonder, in lands that I

never have trod, 262.
All things are changed save thee,

thou art
the same, 447.
All things journey: sun and moon, 155.
All things that pass, 378.
Alone I stay; for I am lame, 578.
A lonely way, and as I went my eyes, 294.
Although I enter not, 303.
A maid who mindful of her playful time, 339.
Ambitious Nile, thy banks deplore, 513.
Am I the slave they say, 90.
A moth belated, sun and zephyr-kist, 290.
And even our women,” lastly grumbles Ben,

And if the wine you drink, the lip you press,

And is the swallow gone, 73.
And so, like most young poets, in a flush, 140,
And thus all-expectant abiding I waited not

long, for soon, 387.
And truth, you say, is all divine, 583,
And we might trust these youths and maidens

fair, 158.
And you, ye stars, 226.
Anear the centre of that northern crest, 385.
Another night, and yet no tidings come, 432.
A pale and soul-sick woman with wan eyes,

A pensive photograph, 601.
A place in thy memory, Dearest! 90.
A poet of one mood in all my lays, 538.
A poor old king with sorrow for my crown, 117,
Are you ready for your steeple-chase, Lorraine,

Lorraine, Lorrée, 311.
Are you tir'd? But I seem shameful to you,

shameworthy, 420.
Arise, my slumbering soul! arise, 92.
A roundel is wrought as a ring or a star-bright

sphere, 431.
Artemidora! Gods invisible, 7.
Art's use ; what is it but to touch the springs,

A seat for three, where host and guest, 503,
As fly the shadows o’er the grass, 101.
A shoal of idlers, from a merchant craft, 35.
As I came round the harbor buoy, 327.
As I came wandering down Glen Spean, 85.
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the
As one dark morn I trod a forest glade, 192,
As one that for a weary space has lain, 497.
As one who strives from some fast steamer's

side, 390.


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As one would stand who saw a sudden light,

As on my bed at dawn I mus'd and pray'd, 192.
A Sonnet is a moment's monument, 395.
A spade! a rake! a hoe ! 121.
As ships, becalm'd at eve, that lay, 214.
As thro the land at eve we went, 199.
A street there is in Paris famous, 303.
As yonder lamp in my vacated room, 60.
At a pot-house bar as I chanced to pass, 375.
At dinner she is hostess, I am host, 371.
A thousand miles from land are we, 20.
At husking time the tassel fades, 674.
Athwart the sky a lowly sigh, 560.
At Nebra, by the Unstrut, 297.
At Paris it was, at the Opera there, 380.
At the midnight in the silence of the sleeptime,

Awake, my heart, to be lov'd, awake, awake,

Awake! -- the crimson dawn is glowing, 187.
Awake thee, my Lady-love! 17.
Away, haunt thou not me, 214.
Awd by her own rash words she was still : and

her eyes to the seaward, 310.
A Widow, she had only one, 466.
A woman's hand. Lo, I am thankful now, 672.
Ay, an old story, yet it might, 578.
Aye, squire," said Stevens, “they back him

at evens, 617.
Back to the flower-town, side by side, 419.
Barb'd blossom of the guarded gorse, 290.
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead, 354,
Beautiful face of a child, 499.
Beautiful spoils! borne off from vanquish'd

death, 10.
Beauty still walketh on the earth and air, 168.
Because the shadows deepen'd verily, 446.
Because thou hast the power and own'st the

grace, 133,
Before I trust my fate to thee, 312.
Before us in the sultry dawn arose, 36.
Beloved, it is morn, 503.
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think, 132.
Below lies one whose name was traced in sand,

Be mine, and I will give thy name, 79.
Beneath a palm-tree by a clear cool spring, 615.
Beneath the sand-storm John the Pilgrim prays,

Beneath the shadow of dawn's aerial cope, 428.
Beneath this starry arch, 125.
Be not afraid to pray


pray is right, 57.
Be patient, O be patient! Put your ear against

the earth, 147.
Beside the pounding cataracts, 661.
Better trust all and be deceiv'd, 67.
Between the roadside and the wood, 665.
Between the showers I went my way, 579.
Between two golden tufts of summer grass, 511.
Beyond a hundred years and more, 230.
Beyond the smiling and the weeping, 177.
Beyond the vague Atlantic deep, 65.
Birds that were gray in the green are black in

the yellow, 668.
Bless the dear old verdant land, 100.

Blithe playmate of the Summer time, 614.
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the

rain are flying, 526.
Blow, wind, blow, 79.
Blythe bell, that calls to bridal halls, 16.
Bonnie Bessie Lee had a face fu' o' smiles, 150.
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away, 341.
Borgia, thou once wert almost too august, 15.
Both thou and I alike, my Bacchic urn, 332.
Brave as a falcon and as merciless, 491.
Break, break, break, 198.
Breath o' the grass, 548.
Brief is Erinna's song, her lowly lay, 498.
Bright Eyes, Light Eyes ! Daughter of a Fay,

Bring me my dead, 241.
Bring no jarring lute this way, 414.
Bring snow-white lilies, pallid heart-flushed

roses, 562.
Brother, thou art gone before us, 170.
Brown eyes, Straight nose, 476.
Build high your white and dazzling palaces,

Bury the Great Duke, 200.
But now the sun had pass'd the height of

Heaven, 223.
But oh, the night! oh, bitter-sweet! oh, sweet!

But the majestic river floated on, 223.
But wherein shall art work? Shall beauty

lead, 672.
But yesterday she played with childish things,

Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing, my golden-belted

bees, 542.
By a dim shore where water darkening, 670.
By copse and hedgerow, waste and wall, 582.
Can it be right to give what I can give ? 132.
Charles, - for it seems you wish to know, 483.
Cheeks as soft as July peaches, 78.
Chicken-skin, delicate, white, 487.
Child of a day, thou knowest not, 10.
Children indeed are we- children that wait,

Christmas is here, 306.
City about whose brow the north winds blow,

Colonos! can it be that thou hast still, 67.
Come and kiss me, mistress Beauty, 552.
Come, dear children, let us away, 224.
Come from busy haunts of men, 631.
Come here, good people great and small, 84.
Come hither, Evan Cameron! 44.
Come in the evening, or come in the morning,

Come! in this cool retreat, 632.
Come into the garden, Maud, 207.
Come Micky and Molly and dainty Dolly, 315.
Come, Sleep! but mind ye! if you come with-

out, 16.
Comes something down with eventide, 72.
Come, stand we here within this cactus-brake,

Comes the lure of green things growing, 653.
Come then, a song; a winding gentle song, 37.
Come while the afternoon of May, 607.

Consider the sea's listless chime, 398.
Cool, and palm-shaded from the torrid heat,

Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas,

Count each affliction, whether light or grave,

Countess, I see the flying year, 467.
Count the flashes in the surf, 514.
Courage ! he said, and pointed toward the land,

Curious, the ways of these folk of humble and

hardy condition, 244.
Cursed by the gods and crowned with shame,


Darby dear, we are old and gray, 510.
Dark Lily without blame, 499.
Day is dead, and let us sleep, 463.
Day of my life! Where can she get? 486.
Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east,

Dead. The dead year is lying at my feet, 506.
Dead, with their eyes to the foe, 198.
Dear child! whom sleep can hardly tame, 62.
Dear Cosmopolitan, - I know, 490.
Dear, did you know how sweet to me, 607.
Dear Eyes, set deep within the shade, 590.
Dear, had the world in its caprice, 358.
Dear, let me dream of love, 591.
Dear Lord, let me recount to Thee, 377.
Death stands above me, whispering low, 16.
Death, though already in the world, as yet, 383.
Deep Honeysuckle! in the silent eve, 291.
Dire rebel though he was, 26.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? 377.
Dorothy goes with

her pails to the ancient well
in the courtyard, 243.
Dost thou not hear? 'Amid dun, lonely hills,

Dost thou remember, friend of vanished days,

Doth it not thrill thee, Poet, 594.
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did

meet, 604.
Down lay in a nook my lady's brach,

Do ye hear the children weeping, 6 my bro-

thers, 128.
Do you recall that night in June, 328.
Dying, and loth to die, and long d to die, 336.
England ! since Shakespeare died no loftier day,

Enough! we're tired, my heart and I, 130.
Even thus, methinks, a city rear'd should be,

Far out at sea the sun was high, 35.
Father! the little girl we see, 8.
Father, who keepest, 653.
Fear death? – to feel the fog in my throat, 303.
Fhairshon swore a feud, 46.
Fill, comrades, fill the bowl right well, 638.
Fingers on the holes, Johnny, 276.
First time he kiss'd me, he but only kiss'd, 133.
Fleet, fleet and few, ay, fleet the moments fly,

Flower in the crannied wall, 211.
Flower of the medlar, 515.
Flowers I would bring if flowers could make

thee fairer, 69.
Fly far from me, 642.
Forever with the Lord ! 168.
For our martyr'd Charles I pawn'd my plate,

Forty Viziers saw I go, 331.
Fourteen small broidered berries on the hem,

Four years ! - and didst thou stay above, 229.
Fresh with all airs of woodland brooks, 514.
Friends, whom she look 'd at blandly from her

couch, 7.
From breakfast on through all the day, 524.
From falling leaf to falling leaf, 603.
From little signs, like little stars, 233.
From out the grave of one whose budding years,

From plains that reel to southward, dim, 659.
From the bonny bells of heather, 525.
From the recesses of a lowly spirit, 172.
From this carved chair wherein I sit to-night,

From where the steeds of Earth's twin oceans

toss, 270.
Frown'd the Laird on the Lord : “So, red-

handed I catch thee, 364.

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Gamarra is a dainty steed, 21.
Gaze not at me, my poor unhappy bird, 267.
Gentle and grave, in simple dress, 240,
Gently! – gently ! - down! - down! 17.
Get up, our Anna dear, from the weary spin-

ning wheel, 96.
Give me, O friend, the secret of thy heart, 557.
Give me thy joy in sorrow, gracious Lord, 58.
Give me thyself! It were as well to cry, 275.
Glass antique, 'twixt thee and Nell, 125.
God made my lady lovely to behold, 144.
God spake three times and saved Van Elsen's

soul, 657.
God who created me, 554.
God with His million cares, 586.
God ye hear not, how shall ye hear me, 425,
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, 228.
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand, 131.
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold ! 118.
Gone art thou ? gone, and is the light of day, 147.
Good-by in fear, good-by in sorrow, 380.
Gray o'er the pallid links, haggard and for

saken, 574.
Gray Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest,

Green, in the wizard arms, 332.
Green is the plane-tree in the square, 579.


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Green leaves panting for joy with the great wind

rushing through, 553.
Hack and Hew were the sons of God, 666.
Half a league, half a league, 203,
Half kneeling yet, and half reclining, 70.
Half loving-kindliness and half disdain, 574.
Happy the man who so hath Fortune tried, 401.
Hark! ah, the nightingale, 225.
Has summer come without the rose, 441.
Hast thou no right to joy, 399.
Have little care that Life is brief, 666.
Heart of Earth, let us be gone, 582.
He came to call me back from death, 533.
He came unlook'd for, undesir’d, 60.
He ceas'd, but while he spake, Rustum had

risen, 221.
He crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink, 78.
He crouches, and buries his face on his knees,

He is gone : better so. We should know who

stand under, 165.
He is the happy wanderer, who goes, 611.
Hence, rude Winter! crabbed old fellow, 143.
Here doth Dionysia lie, 232.
Here I'd come when weariest, 497.
Here in the country's heart, 585.
Here let us leave him ; for his shroud the snow,

Here Love the slain with Love the slayer lies,

Here of a truth the world's extremes are met,

Here's the gold cup all bossy with satyrs and

saints, 320.
Here's to him that grows it, 265.
Here, where precipitate Spring with one light

bound, 10.
Here where the sunlight, 548.
Here where under earth his head, 299.
Her face is hushed in perfect calm, 535.
Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes were

purple with dark, 136.
He rises and begins to round, 373.
Her Master gave the signal, with a look, 246.
He sang so wildly, did the Boy, 71.
He sat among the woods; he heard, 499.
He sat one winter 'neath a linden tree, 167.
He sat the quiet stream beside, 315.
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, 127.
He sought Australia's far-famed isle, 630.
He tripp'd up the steps with a bow and a smile,
He went into the bush, and passed, 629.
He who but yesterday would roam, 652.
He who died at Azan sends, 249.
He wrought at one great work for years, 558.
High grace, the dower of queens; and there-

withal, 395.
High grew the snow beneath the low-hung sky,

High on a leaf-carv'd ancient oaken chair, 64.
Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo ! 674,
His kiss is sweet, his word is kind, 98.
His life was private ; safely led, aloof, 26.
Hist, hist, ye winds, ye whispering wavelets

hist, 493.

Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and

lay me in the shade, 619.
Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled chin, 304.
Ho, Sailor of the sea ! 365.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,

How like her! But 't is she herself, 579.
How like the leper, with his own sad cry, 192.
How little fades from earth when sink to rest,

How long, O lion, hast thou fleshless lain ? 191.
How niany colors here do we see set, 278.
“ How many ? " said our good Captain, 368.
How many summers, love, 20.
How many times do I love thee, dear? 37.
How many verses have I thrown, 16.
How oft I've watch'd thee from the garden

croft, 193.
How slowly creeps the hand of Time, 289.
How steadfastly she worked at it, 486.
How strange it is that, in the after age, 648.
How sweet the harmonies of afternoon! 188.
How the leaves sing to the wind ! 658.
How would the centuries long asunder, 147.
I am lying in the tomb, love, 261.
“I am Miss Catherine's book" (the Album

speaks), 305.
I am no gentleman, not I! 86.
I am that which began, 428.
I am the spirit astir, 651.
I bend above the moving stream, 36.
I bloom but once, and then I perish, 274.
I came in light that I might behold, 528.
I cannot forget my Joe, 232.
I cannot sing to thee as I would sing, 531.
I charge you, O winds of the West, O winds

with the wings of the dove, 522.
I come from nothing ; but from where, 538.
I come to visit thee agen, 8.
I come your sin-rid souls to shrive, 517.
I dance and dance! Another faun, 520.
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be, 313.
I do not dread an alter'd heart, 295.
I dream'd I saw a little brook, 267.
I dream'd that I woke from a dream, 164.
I drew it from its china tomb, 483.
If a leaf rustled, she would start, 587.
If all the harm that women have done, 571.
If all the world were right, 602.
If I could paint you, friend, as you stand there,

If I could trust mine own self with your fate,

If I desire with pleasant songs, 71.
If I forswear the art divine, 104.
If I leave all for thee,

wilt thou exchange, 133.
If in the years that come such things should be,

If it were only a dream, 300.
If love were what the rose is, 417.
If not now soft airs may blow, 569.
If one could have that little head of hers, 331.
If only a single rose is left, 507.
If only in dreams may man be fully blest, 270.
I found a flower in a desolate plot, 66.
I found him openly wearing her token, 517.


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