INDEX OF FIRST LINES1 A CAT in distress, 661 A gentle story of two lovers young, 530 A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew, 533 A widow bird sate mourning, 474 A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune, 515 Ah! faint are her limbs, and her footstep is weary, 668 Alas, good friend, what profit can you see, 561 Alas! this is not what I thought life was, 567 Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurl'd, 669 Amid the desolation of a city, 559 And can'st thou mock mine agony, thus calm, 673 And earnest to explore within-around, 639 And like a dying lady, lean and pale, 558 And many there were hurt by that strong boy, 576 And Peter Bell, when he had been, 355 And that I walk thus proudly crowned withal, 589 And the green Paradise which western waves, 375 Beside the dimness of the glimmering sea, 151 Best and brightest, come away, 594 Bright wanderer, fair coquette of heaven, 598 Brothers! between you and me, 680 "Buona notte, buona notte !"-Come mai, 562 By the mossy brink, 678 CALM art thou as yon sunset! swift and strong, 148 Chameleons feed on light and air, 527 DARES the lama, most fleet of the sons of the wind, 676 Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude, 663 Death is here and death is there, 558 Do evil deeds thus quickly come to end, 333 EAGLE! why soarest thou above that tomb, 634 FAINT with love, the Lady of the South, 588 False friend, wilt thou smile or weep, 341 Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters glow 1 Including the first lines of some Lyrics which appear in the longer poems. S 22 Her hair was brown, her sphered eyes were brown, 215 Her voice did quiver as we parted, 503 His face was like a snake's-wrinkled and loose, 566 Honey from silkworms who can gather, 505 How, my dear Mary, are you critic-bitten, 374 How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner, 668 How sweet it is to sit and read the tales, 531 How swiftly through heaven's wide expanse, 668 How wonderful is Death, 1 How wonderful is Death, 70 I AM as a spirit who has dwelt, 531 I am drunk with the honey wine, 532 I arise from dreams of thee, 527, I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, 542 I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, 553 I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and took, 567 I faint, I perish with my love! I grow, 588 I hated thee, fallen tyrant! I did groan, 489 I loved-alas! our life is love, 513 I rode one evening with Count Maddalo, 233 I sing the glorious Power with azure eyes, I went into the deserts of dim sleep, 566 I would not be a king-enough, 580 If gibbets, axes, confiscations, chains, 561 620 If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill, 587 Is not to-day enough? Why do I peer, 531 It is the day when all the sons of God, 577 O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this age, 520 O pillow cold and wet with tears, 528 O thou immortal deity, 589 O thou, who plumed with strong desire, 554 O thou whose dear love gleamed upon the gloomy path, 681 O universal mother, who dost keep, 619 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, 526 O world! O life! O time, 573 Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once more, 619 Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly breezes, 677 Oh! there are spirits of the air, 488 Old winter was gone, 584 On the brink of the night and the morning, RARELY, rarely, comest thou, 571 Reach me that handkerchief! - My brain is hurt, 314 Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit, 640 SACRED Goddess, Mother Earth, 552 She comes not; yet I left her even now, 323 She saw me not-she heard me not-alone, 194 Silver key of the fountain of tears, 500 520 The fiery mountains answer each other, 559 The fight was o'er: the flashing through the gloom, 505 The fitful alternations of the rain, 532 The joy, the triumph, the delight, the madness, 288 The keen stars were twinkling, 597 The odour from the flower is gone, 508 The old man took the oars, and soon the bark, 114 The sun is set; the swallows are asleep, 584 The transport of a fierce and monstrous glad. ness, 199 The viewless and invisible Consequence, 566 The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, 558 The waters are flashing, 570 The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere, 487 The world is dreary, 529 The world is now our dwelling-place, 503 490 There was a little lawny islet, 598 There was a Power in this sweet place, 535 There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel, 209 These are two friends whose lives were un divided, 598 |