VOL. PAGE mourner, How beautiful this night! the balmiest How eloquent are eyes! How gently slumber rests upon her face, How sweet it is to sit and read the tales panse How wonderful is Death, V 312 iii 107 199 How wonderful is Death, 177 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, I faint, I perish with my love! I grow *I had once a lovely dream I hated thee, fallen tyrant! I did groan I met a traveller from an antique land I sing the glorious Power with azure eyes, I went into the deserts of dim sleep- I would not be a king-enough ; If solitude hath ever led thy steps In the sweet solitude of this calm place, . VOL. PAGE Inter marmoreas Leonora pendula colles peer Is not to-day enough? Why do I stream It is the day when all the sons of God V Kissing Helena, together 81 Lady, my duty to his Holiness Let those who pine in pride or in revenge, Lift not the painted veil which those who *Listen! listen! he is coming, Like the ghost of a dear friend dead Listen, listen, Mary mine, Lo, Peter in Hell's Grosvenor-square, Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me *Mighty Empress ! Death's white wife! Month after month the gathered rains Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale, Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite, *My coursers are fed with the lightning, iii 65 306 180 279 205 3 231 105 311 347 297 151 iv 324 303 220 V 162 68 209 My head is heavy, my limbs are weary, My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but *My song, I fear that thou wilt find but *My soul is an enchanted boat, My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim E PERRE Night, with all thine eyes look down! Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, VOL. PAGE V 61 335 V 19 iii 352 208 iii 212 iv 310 iv 322 iii 160 O, Bacchus, what a world of toil, both now O universal mother, who dost keep V 160 O, wild West Wind, thou breath of Au- *Old winter was gone On the brink of the night and the morning iii 209 V 314 *Once more descend 319 One sung of thee who left the tale untold, *One with eyes the fairest One word is too often profaned Orphan hours, the year is dead,- Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream, Palace-roof of cloudless nights!. People of England, ye who toil and groan, Peter Bells, one, two and three, Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Reach me that handkerchief!-My brain Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, See yon opening flower. 267 me, Shall we roam, my love, *Send the stars light, but send not love to She comes not; yet I left her even now She saw me not-she heard me not-alone Silver key of the fountain of tears, VOL. PAGE So now my summer-task is ended, Mary, Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one,. some scene. Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light. The awful shadow of some unseen Power The cold earth slept below, The Devil now knew his proper cue. iv 182 The Elements respect their Maker's seal The fierce beasts of the woods and wilder- nesses iv 335 The fiery mountains answer each other The gentleness of rain was in the wind. *The joy, the triumph, the delight, the 246 V 122 V 247 The odour from the flower is gone. iv 331 |