As one would stand who saw a sudden light, 671. As ships, becalm'd at eve, that lay, 214. At night, when sick folk wakeful lie, 577. At the midnight in the silence of the sleeptime, 365. Awake, my heart, to be lov'd, awake, awake, Awake! the crimson dawn is glowing, 187. Away, haunt thou not me, 214. Aw'd by her own rash words she was still: and A Widow, she had only one, 466. A woman's hand. Lo, I am thankful now, 672. Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him Blythe bell, that calls to bridal halls, 16. Borgia, thou once wert almost too august, 15. Brief is Erinna's song, her lowly lay, 498. 288. Come here, good people great and small, 84. Come in the evening, or come in the morning, 99. Come in this cool retreat, 632. Come into the garden, Maud, 207. Comes something down with eventide, 72. Comes the lure of green things growing, 653. Consider the sea's listless chime, 398. Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, Count each affliction, whether light or grave, 69. Countess, I see the flying year, 467. "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the 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. Dear Lord, let me recount to Thee, 377. Does the road wind up-hill all the way? 377. in the courtyard, 243. Dost thou not hear? Amid dun, lonely hills, 521. Dost thou remember, friend of vanished days, Doth it not thrill thee, Poet, 594. Down by the salley gardens my love and I did 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. Faint grew the yellow buds of light, 606. Fain would I have thee barter fates with me, Fair little spirit of the woodland mazes, 644. Farewell, Life! my senses swim, 123. Far off? Not far away, 495. Far out at sea- the sun was high, 35. 514. From where the steeds of Earth's twin oceans Frown'd the Laird on the Lord: "So, red- Gamarra is a dainty steed, 21. Gaze not at me, my poor unhappy bird, 267. 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. rose, 441. He came to call me back from death, 533. He ceas'd, but while he spake, Rustum had Here of a truth the world's extremes are met, Here's the gold cup all bossy with satyrs and Here's to him that grows it, 265. Here, where precipitate Spring with one light Here where the sunlight, 548. Here where under earth his head, 299. Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes were 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, 322. 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. His kiss is sweet, his word is kind, 98. Hist, hist, ye winds, ye whispering wavelets hist, 493. 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, How like her! But 't is she herself, 579. 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 croft, 193. How slowly creeps the hand of Time, 289. I am lying in the tomb, love, 261. 66 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 I could trust mine own self with your fate, 378. 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 it were only a dream, 300. If love were what the rose is, 417. If one could have that little head of hers, 351. 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. If she be made of white and red, 592. If there be any one can take my place, 378. I give 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 dogs howl in the moonlight night, 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 not of what we ponder'd, 469. I know that these poor rags of womanhood, I learn'd his greatness first at Lavington, 70. I leave thee, beauteous Italy! no more, 11. 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, 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, 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 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 this red wine, where Memory's eyes, 270. In torrid heats of late July, 496. 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 sat with Doris, the shepherd-maiden, 242. I I saw a new world in my dream, 477. I saw old Autumn in the misty morn, 119. 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. dead, 132. 66 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, 133. I think a stormless night-time shall ensue, 301. I think on thee in the night, 75. I thought it was the little bed, 319. I thought of death beside the lonely sea, 671. 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. It was her first sweet child, her heart's delight 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. 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. Light words they were, and lightly, falsely Like a huge Python, winding round and round, Like a musician that with flying finger, 231. Like crown'd athlete that in a race has run, 276. Like souls that balance joy and pain, 198. Little harp, at thy cry, 581. Lo, as some bard on isles of the Aegean, 291. Long ago, on a bright spring day, 533. Long years their cabin stood, 147. Look at me with thy large brown eyes. 314. Lord Cæsar, when you sternly wrote, 583. Love, by that loosened hair, 666. Love held a harp between his hands, and, lo! Love in my heart: oh, heart of me, heart of Love not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay! 94. song, 427. Love took my life and thrill'd it, 257. Love we the warmth and light of tropic lands, 552. Lo, what a golden day it is, 435. Lo! where the four mimosas blend their shade, Low, like another's, lies the laurelled head, Maidens, kilt your skirts and go, 556. Make thyself known, Sibyl, or let despair, 294. Man is permitted much, 59. Many a hearth upon our dark globe sighs after Many love music but for music's sake, 12. Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning, 95. |