A genial moment oft has given A lark in the mesh of the tangled vine A little time for laughter A momentary wish passed through my brain A month or twain to live on honeycomb. A rose, but one, none other rose had I A sigh in the morning gray! A smile because the nights are short! Across the glory of the evening skies Ah me, dread friends of mine,-Love, Time, and Death. Ah, memory! ah, ruthless memory! All down the linden-alley's morning shade Ask nothing more of me, sweet Away! away! The dream was vain Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath! Beating heart! we come again Behold, above the mountains there is light Beneath those buttressed walls with lichen grey Close as the stars along the sky Come to green under-glooms,—and in your hair 23 26 39 ΙΟΙ 171 179 4I 106 28 126 29 213 50 ΙΟ 189 47 221 178 48 181 45 100 44 54 200 138 Count each affliction, whether light or grave Dear love, I have not ask'd you yet 180 33 Each hour until we meet is as a bird Even in a palace, life may be led well! 158 190 I have been here before. Every day a Pilgrim, blindfold Fair garden, where the man and woman dwelt Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn From morn to evening, this day, yesterday Girls, when I am gone away Give her but a least excuse to love me! Here, in this leafy place. His poisoned shafts, that fresh he dips How gently, beautiful, and calm I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden leap . I bring a garland for your head I cannot kiss thee as I used to kiss. I grieve not that ripe Knowledge takes away I have not, yet I would have loved thee, sweet I hold within my hand a lute. I know not if a keener smart I learnt a lesson from the flowers to-day 93 183 I made another garden, yea I said: "Nay, pluck not,-let the first fruit be I said to Love, "Lo one thing troubles me ! 18 172 157 I saw, I saw the lovely child 88 I saw in dream where met proud rivers twain 177 I would not have this perfect love of ours I would thou might'st not vex me with thine eyes, If by any device or knowledge If ever, dear. If he would come to-day, to-day, to-day If I could choose my paradise If Love should faint, and half decline If our Love may fail, Lily In all my singing and speaking NO. 55 68 107 146 87 40 38 58 . .206 15 37 In the long enchanted weather In the time when water-lilies shake It is, indeed, a little while It may be that our homeward longings made It was not like your great and gracious ways!. Let them go by-the heats, the doubts, the strife Life lapses by for you and me Light, so low upon earth Light's Love, the timorous bird, to dwell Like to the moan of buried rivers Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man 193 3 My heart is freighted full of love Love is the Minstrel; for in God's own sight My day and night are in my lady's hand. My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes My only love is always near My soul is sick of nightingale and rose Myriad Roses, unregretted, perish in their vernal bloom. Noon-and the north-west sweeps the empty road Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods O bridesmaid, ere the happy knot was tied O fair midspring, besung so oft and oft O late and sweet, too sweet, too late O life, O death, O world, O time O Lily, with the sun of heaven's O most fair God, O Love both new and old O Summer-time, so passing sweet O wherefore ever onward, Love! O why Oh no! you shall not catch me in the snare Oh roses for the flush of youth Oh! were I rich and mighty. NO. 96 30 97 139 188 134 163 99 124 . Others abide our question-Thou art free! Our love is not a fading, earthly flower Pass, falling rose! . Passing away, saith the World, passing away "Princes !—and you, most valorous Rose kissed me to-day Round the cape of a sudden came the sea Seek not the tree of silkiest bark Shame upon you, Robin She reached a rosebud from the tree Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? Sleeping, I dreamed that thou wast mine Slips of a kid-skin deftly sewn So, the year's done with! Somewhere or other there must surely be NO. 67 24 36 Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours Spring,-art thou come, O Spring! Stay me no more; the flowers have ceased to blow Sweet dimness of her loosened hair's downfall Sweet! in the flow'ry garland of our love 7 142 25 162 32 5 Sweet mouth! O let me take Sweet primrose-time ! when thou art here The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept The mother will not turn, who thinks she hears The pale sun, through the spectral wood The rose said, "Let but this long rain be past The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep The snow upon the rose-flow'r sits The wanton bee that suck'd the rose The waters are rising and flowing The white rose decks the breast of May The world is great: the birds all fly from me There never yet was flower fair in vain There's a Seer's peak on Ararat, they say They sat beneath the mountain fir Think me not unkind and rude This is a spray the Bird clung to To think of thee! it was thy fond request |