Consider the sea's listless chime, 398. Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, Count each affliction, whether light or grave, Countess, I see the flying year, 467. Courage! he said, and pointed toward the land, Curious, the ways of these folk of humble and Cursed by the gods and crowned with shame, 535. Darby dear, we are old and gray, 510. Day is dead, and let us sleep, 463. Day of my life! Where can she get? 486. 137. Dead. The dead year is lying at my feet, 506. Does the road wind up-hill all the way? 377. 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, 26. Do you recall that night in June, 328. England! since Shakespeare died no loftier day, Enough! we're tired, my heart and I, 130. Gamarra is a dainty steed, 21. Gaze not at me, my poor unhappy bird, 267. Get up, our Anna dear, from the weary spin- Give me, O friend, the secret of thy heart, 557. God who created me, 554. God with His million cares, 586. God ye hear not, how shall ye hear me, 425. Gone art thou? gone, and is the light of day, 147. Gray Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest, Green, in the wizard arms, 332. Green is the plane-tree in the square, 579. Green leaves panting for joy with the great wind Hack and Hew were the sons of God, 666. Half kneeling yet, and half reclining, 70. Has summer come without the rose, 441. Have little care that Life is brief, 666. He came to call me back from death, 533. He ceas'd, but while he spake, Rustum had He crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink, 78. He is gone better so. We should know who He is the happy wanderer, who goes, 611. Here I'd come when weariest, 497. 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 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 sat one winter 'neath a linden tree, 167. He tripp'd up the steps with a bow and a smile, He went into the bush, and passed, 629. He wrought at one great work for years, 558. High grew the snow beneath the low-hung sky, High on a leaf-carv'd ancient oaken chair, 64. Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled chin, 304. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, 134. How like her! But 't is she herself, 579. 61. How long, O lion, hast thou fleshless lain? 191. How many times do I love thee, dear? 37. How oft I've watch'd thee from the garden How slowly creeps the hand of Time, 289. I am lying in the tomb, love, 261. "I am Miss Catherine's book" (the Album I am no gentleman, not I! 86. 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 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 I could paint you, friend, as you stand there, If she be made of white and red, 592. If there be any one can take my place, 378. If thou wilt ease thine heart, 38. If Transmigration e'er compel, 473. I gave my soldier-boy a blade, 55. I had a true-love, none so dear, 415. I had found the secret of a garret-room, 139. I have a strain of a departed bard, 166. I have been here before, 397. I have lov'd flowers that fade, 438. I have stay'd too long from your grave, it I have subdued at last the will to live, 258. I have wept a million tears, 606. I heard last night a little child go singing, 134. I heard the voice of Jesus say, 176. I hear the bells at eventide, 671. I hear the low wind wash the softening snow, I held her hand, the pledge of bliss, 13. I know not how to call you light, 231. I know that these poor rags of womanhood, I learn'd his greatness first at Lavington, 70. I listen'd to the music broad and deep, 445. I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary, 93. I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, 539. In a coign of the cliff between lowland and In after days when grasses high, 491. In Carnival we were, and supp'd that night, 252. In Childhood's unsuspicious hours, 150. In dim green depths rot ingot-laden ships, 505. I never look'd that he should live so long, 25. In mid whirl of the dance of Time ye start, 565. In ruling well what guerdon? Life runs low, In silence, and at night, the Conscience feels, In summer, when the days were long, 152. "In teacup-times!" The style of dress, 484. In the earth- the earth-thou shalt be laid, In the golden morning of the world, 213. In the high turret chamber sat the sage, 493. In this May-month, by grace of heaven, things In thy white bosom Love is laid, 569. I rested on the breezy height, 668. I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow, 605. I sat at Berne, and watched the chain, 516. I sat unsphering Plato ere I slept, 274. I sat upon a windy mountain height, 552. I saw, I saw the lovely child, 293. I saw old Autumn in the misty morn, 119. I saw old Time, destroyer of mankind, 72. I saw Time in his workshop carving faces, 656. I see him sit, wild-eyed, alone, 546. I see thee pine like her in golden story, 269. I send my heart up to thee, all my heart, 346. I sent my Soul through the invisible, 342. I sit beside my darling's grave, 328. Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, 132. Is n't this Joseph's son ?ay, it is He, 510. I strove with none, for none was worth my Italia, mother of the souls of men, 433. I thank all who have lov'd me in their hearts, It hardly seems that he is dead, 585. I think a stormless night-time shall ensue, 301. I thought it was the little bed, 319. I thought of death beside the lonely sea, 671. I thought once how Theocritus had sung, 131. It is the season now to go, 524. It little profits that an idle king, 196. It may be we shall know in the hereafter, 611. I too remember, in the after years, 189. Its edges foamed with amethyst and rose, 606. It was her first sweet child, her heart's delight, 193. It was not in the winter, 116. It was the calm and silent night, 143. I've taught thee Love's sweet lesson o'er, 18. I wander'd by the brook-side, 66. I was an English shell, 583. I was a wandering sheep, 175. I watch'd her as she stoop'd to pluck, 470. I went a roaming through the woods alone, 273. I will not let thee go, 437. I will not rail, or grieve when torpid eld, 332. I would I had thy courage, dear, to face, 491. I would not give my Irish wife, 103. I would that we were, my beloved, white birds I write. He sits beside my chair, 501. I write. My mother was a Florentine, 139. I wrought them like a targe of hammered gold, Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us, 170. Let me at last be laid, 256. Let me be with thee where thou art, 169. Level with the summit of that eastern mount, Lie still, old Dane, below thy heap, 241. Light words they were, and lightly, falsely Like a huge Python, winding round and round, 545. Like a musician that with flying finger, 231. 276. Like souls that balance joy and pain, 198. Maidens, kilt your skirts and go, 556. Man is permitted much, 59. Many a hearth upon our dark globe sighs after Many love music but for music's sake, 12. 497. Mistress of gods and men! I have been thine, Monsieur the Curé down the street, 486. Move me that jasmine further from the bed, Mowers, weary and brown, and blithe, 498, My body sleeps: my heart awakes, 380. 311. My Fair, no beauty of thine will last, 538. 355. My God (oh, let me call thee mine, 181. My Love dwelt in a Northern land, 497. My soul, asleep between its body-throes, 301. Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes, 83. Nearer, my God, to thee, 127. Near where yonder evening star, 556. News to the king, good news for all, 462. Nineteen! of years a pleasant number, 461. No, my own love of other years! 14. None ever climbed to mountain height of song, Nor force nor fraud shall sunder us! O ye, 368. Not a sound disturbs the air, 615. Not yet, dear love, not yet: the sun is high; Now glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all Now hands to seed-sheet, boys! 80. Now has the lingering month at last gone by, 407. Now heap the branchy barriers up, 652. Now, sitting by her side, worn out with weep- Now the day is over, 183. Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as O babbling Spring, than glass more clear, 488. O Brothers, who must ache and stoop, 586. O Deep of Heaven, 't is thou alone art bound- O'Driscoll drove with a song, 604. O d' you hear the seas complainin', and com- Of all the thoughts of God that are, 142. O friend, like some cold wind to-day, 536. Oh, England is a pleasant place for them that's Oh, fill me flagons full and fair, 561. Oh! had you eyes, but eyes that move, 591. Oh! ignorant boy, it is the secret hour, 23. Oh, I wad like to ken - to the beggar-wife says Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, it's you I love the Oh, many a leaf will fall to-night, 271. O hour of all hours, the most blest upon earth, Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, 73. Oh! why left I my hame? 80. Oh, ye wild waves, shoreward dashing, 628. O Lord of heaven, and earth, and sea! 175. O Lord, thy wing outspread, 181. O Love, if you were here, 447. O Love! thou makest all things even, 127. O Love, what hours were thine and mine, 205. On a starr'd night Prince Lucifer uprose, 374. 579. On Calais Sands the gray began, 500. Once ye were happy, once by many a shore, 661. One face alone, one face alone, 60. |