A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink, 431.
A being cleaves the moonlit air, 513.

Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide, 173.
A blood-red ring hung round the moon, 643.
A boat, beneath a sunny sky, 479.
About Glenkindie and his man, 144.
Above yon sombre swell of land, 36.
Across the fields like swallows fly, 503.
Across the sea a land there is, 409.

A cypress-bough, and a rose-wreath sweet, 38.
Adieu to France! my latest glance, 640.
Afar the hunt in vales below has sped, 30.
A floating, a floating, 309.

A gallant fleet sailed out to sea, 640.

A golden gillyflower to-day, 402.

A good sword and a trusty hand! 40.
A happy day at Whitsuntide, 108.

Ah, be not vain. In yon flower-bell, 329.
Ah, bring it not so grudgingly, 602.
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, 358.
Ah! I'm feared thou 's come too sooin, 501.
Ah! leave the smoke, the wealth, the roar, 495.
Ah! long ago since I or thou, 541.

Ah, love, the teacher we decried, 577.

Ah! not because our Soldier died before his
field was won, 250.

A ho! A ho! 39.

Ahoy! and O-ho! and it 's who's for the ferry,
515.

Ah, sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel,

95.

Ah! thou, too, sad Alighieri, like a waning
moon, 369.

Ah what avails the sceptred race, 10.
A lane of elms in June; ;- the air, 622.
Alas, how soon the hours are over, 12.
Alas, that my heart is a lute, 336.
Alas, the moon should ever beam, 119.
Alas! who knows or cares, my love, 541.
A line of light! it is the inland sea, 254.
A little fair soul that knew no sin, 219.

A little gray hill-glade, close-turfed, with-
drawn, 652.

A little love, of Heaven a little share, 527.
A little while a little love, 398.

A little while my love and I, 295.

All beautiful things bring sadness, nor alone,

64.

All in the April evening, 575.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, 359.
All my stars forsake me, 539.

All night I watched awake for morning, 556.
All other joys of life he strove to warm, 371.
All the storm has rolled away, 569.

All the world over, I wonder, in lands that I
never have trod, 262.

All things are changed save thee, thou art
the same, 447.

All things journey: sun and moon, 155.
All things that pass, 378.

Alone I stay; for I am lame, 578.

A lonely way, and as I went my eyes, 294.
Although I enter not, 303.

A maid who mindful of her playful time, 339.
Ambitious Nile, thy banks deplore, 513.
Am I the slave they say, 90.

A moth belated, sun and zephyr-kist, 290.
"And even our women," lastly grumbles Ben,

A pensive photograph, 601.

A place in thy memory, Dearest! 90.
A poet of one mood in all my lays, 538.
A poor old king with sorrow for my crown, 117.
Are you ready for your steeple-chase, Lorraine,
Lorraine, Lorrèe, 311.

Are you tir'd? But I seem shameful to you,
shameworthy, 420.

Arise, my slumbering soul! arise, 92.

A roundel is wrought as a ring or a star-bright
sphere, 431.

Artemidora! Gods invisible, 7.

Art's use; what is it but to touch the springs,

672.

A seat for three, where host and guest, 503.
As fly the shadows o'er the grass, 101.
A shoal of idlers, from a merchant craft, 35.
As I came round the harbor buoy, 327.
As I came wandering down Glen Spean, 85.
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the
sea, 200.

As one dark morn I trod a forest glade, 192.
As one that for a weary space has lain, 497.
As one who strives from some fast steamer's

side, 390.

As one would stand who saw a sudden light,
671.

As on my bed at dawn I mus'd and pray'd, 192.
A Sonnet is a moment's monument, 395.
A spade! a rake! a hoe! 121.

As ships, becalm'd at eve, that lay, 214.
As thro' the land at eve we went, 199.
A street there is in Paris famous, 303.
As yonder lamp in my vacated room, 60.

At a pot-house bar as I chanced to pass, 375.
At dinner she is hostess, I am host, 371.
A thousand miles from land are we, 20.
At husking time the tassel fades, 674.
Athwart the sky a lowly sigh, 560.
At Nebra, by the Unstrut, 297.

At Paris it was, at the Opera there, 380.

At the midnight in the silence of the sleeptime,

365.

Awake, my heart, to be lov'd, awake, awake,
439.

Awake! the crimson dawn is glowing, 187.
Awake thee, my Lady-love! 17.

Away, haunt thou not me, 214.

Aw'd by her own rash words she was still: and
her eyes to the seaward, 310.

A Widow, she had only one, 466.

A woman's hand. Lo, I am thankful now, 672.
Ay, an old story, yet it might, 578.

Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him
at evens, 617.

Back to the flower-town, side by side, 419.
Barb'd blossom of the guarded gorse, 290.
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead, 354.
Beautiful face of a child, 499.

Beautiful spoils! borne off from vanquish'd
death, 10.

Beauty still walketh on the earth and air, 168.
Because the shadows deepen'd verily, 446.
Because thou hast the power and own'st the

grace, 133.

Before I trust my fate to thee, 312.
Before us in the sultry dawn arose, 36.
Beloved, it is morn, 503.

Beloved, my Beloved, when I think, 132.

Below lies one whose name was traced in sand,
272.

Be mine, and I will give thy name, 79.
Beneath a palm-tree by a clear cool spring, 645.
Beneath the sand-storm John the Pilgrim prays,
270.

Beneath the shadow of dawn's aerial cope, 428.
Beneath this starry arch, 125.

-

Be not afraid to pray to pray is right, 57.
Be patient, O be patient! Put your ear against

the earth, 147.

Beside the pounding cataracts, 661.
Better trust all and be deceiv'd, 67.
Between the roadside and the wood, 665.
Between the showers I went my way, 579.
Between two golden tufts of summer grass, 511.
Beyond a hundred years and more, 230.
Beyond the smiling and the weeping, 177.
Beyond the vague Atlantic deep, 65.

Birds that were gray in the green are black in
the yellow, 668.

Bless the dear old verdant land, 100.

Blythe bell, that calls to bridal halls, 16.
Bonnie Bessie Lee had a face fu' o' smiles, 150.
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away, 344.
Borgia, thou once wert almost too august, 15.
Both thou and I alike, my Bacchic urn, 332.
Brave as a falcon and as merciless, 491.
Break, break, break, 198.
Breath o' the grass, 548.

Brief is Erinna's song, her lowly lay, 498.
Bright Eyes, Light Eyes! Daughter of a Fay,

288.

Bury the Great Duke, 200.

But now the sun had pass'd the height of
Heaven, 223.

But oh, the night! oh, bitter-sweet! oh, sweet!
142.

But the majestic river floated on, 223.

But wherein shall art work? Shall beauty
lead, 672.

But yesterday she played with childish things,
507.

Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing, my golden-belted
bees, 542.

By a dim shore where water darkening, 670.
By copse and hedgerow, waste and wall, 582.

Can it be right to give what I can give? 132.
Charles, for it seems you wish to know, 485.
Cheeks as soft as July peaches, 78.
Chicken-skin, delicate, white, 487.
Child of a day, thou knowest not, 10.
Children indeed are we- - children that wait,

284.

Christmas is here, 306.

City about whose brow the north winds blow,
669.

Colonos! can it be that thou hast still, 67.
Come and kiss me, mistress Beauty, 552.
Come, dear children, let us away, 224.
Come from busy haunts of men, 631.
Come here, good people great and small, 84.
Come hither, Evan Cameron! 44.

Come in the evening, or come in the morning,

99.

Come in this cool retreat, 632.

Come into the garden, Maud, 207.

Come Micky and Molly and dainty Dolly, 315.
Come, Sleep! but mind ye! if you come with-
out, 16.

Comes something down with eventide, 72.
Come, stand we here within this cactus-brake,
542.

Comes the lure of green things growing, 653.
Come then, a song; a winding gentle song, 37.
Come while the afternoon of May, 607.

Dead. The dead year is lying at my feet, 506.
Dead, with their eyes to the foe, 498.
Dear child! whom sleep can hardly tame, 62.
Dear Cosmopolitan, — I know, 490.
Dear, did you know how sweet to me, 607.
Dear Eyes, set deep within the shade, 590.
Dear, had the world in its caprice, 358.
Dear, let me dream of love, 591.

Dear Lord, let me recount to Thee, 377.
Death stands above me, whispering low, 16.
Death, though already in the world, as yet, 383.
Deep Honeysuckle! in the silent eve, 291.
Dire rebel though he was, 26.

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? 377.
Dorothy goes with her pails to the ancient well
in the courtyard, 243.

Dost thou not hear? Amid dun, lonely hills,

From where the steeds of Earth's twin oceans
toss, 270.

Frown'd the Laird on the Lord: "So, red-
handed I catch thee, 364.

Gamarra is a dainty steed, 21.

-

Gaze not at me, my poor unhappy bird, 267.
Gentle and grave, in simple dress, 240.
Gently! gently!-down! - down! 17.
Get up, our Anna dear, from the weary spin-
ning wheel, 96.

Give me, O friend, the secret of thy heart, 557.
Give me thy joy in sorrow, gracious Lord, 58.
Give me thyself! It were as well to cry, 275.
Glass antique, 'twixt thee and Nell, 125.
God made my lady lovely to behold, 444.
God spake three times and saved Van Elsen's
soul, 657.

God who created me, 554.
God with His million cares, 586.

God ye hear not, how shall ye hear me, 425.
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, 228.
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand, 131.
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold ! 118.

Gone art thou? gone, and is the light of day, 147.
Good-by in fear, good-by in sorrow, 380.
Gray o'er the pallid links, haggard and for-
saken, 574.

Gray Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest,
626.

Green, in the wizard arms, 332.

Green is the plane-tree in the square, 579.

Green leaves panting for joy with the great wind
rushing through, 553.

Hack and Hew were the sons of God, 666.
Half a league, half a league, 203.

Half kneeling yet, and half reclining, 70.
Half loving-kindliness and half disdain, 574.
Happy the man who so hath Fortune tried, 401.
Hark! ah, the nightingale, 225.

Has summer come without the rose, 441.
Hast thou no right to joy, 399.

Have little care that Life is brief, 666.
Heart of Earth, let us be gone, 582.

He came to call me back from death, 533.
He came unlook'd for, undesir'd, 60.'

He ceas'd, but while he spake, Rustum had
risen, 221.

He crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink, 78.
He crouches, and buries his face on his knees,
627.

He is gone better so. We should know who
stand under, 165.

He is the happy wanderer, who goes, 611.
Hence, rude Winter! crabbed old fellow, 143.
Here doth Dionysia lie, 232.

Here I'd come when weariest, 497.
Here in the country's heart, 585.

Here let us leave him; for his shroud the snow,

292.

Here Love the slain with Love the slayer lies,
565.

Here of a truth the world's extremes are met,
545.

Here's the gold cup all bossy with satyrs and

saints, 320.

Here's to him that grows it, 265.

Here, where precipitate Spring with one light
bound, 10.

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 sang so wildly, did the Boy, 71.
He sat among the woods; he heard, 499.

He sat one winter 'neath a linden tree, 167.
He sat the quiet stream beside, 315.
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, 127.
He sought Australia's far-famed isle, 630.

He tripp'd up the steps with a bow and a smile,
322.

He went into the bush, and passed, 629.
He who but yesterday would roam, 652.
He who died at Azan sends, 249.

He wrought at one great work for years, 558.
High grace, the dower of queens; and there-
withal, 395.

High grew the snow beneath the low-hung sky,

647.

How long, O lion, hast thou fleshless lain? 191.
How many colors here do we see set, 278.
"How many?" said our good Captain, 368.
How many summers, love, 20.

How many times do I love thee, dear? 37.
How many verses have I thrown, 16.

How oft I've watch'd thee from the garden
croft, 193.

How slowly creeps the hand of Time, 289.
How steadfastly she worked at it, 486.
How strange it is that, in the after age, 648.
How sweet the harmonies of afternoon! 188.
How the leaves sing to the wind! 658.
How would the centuries long asunder, 147.

I am lying in the tomb, love, 261.

"I am Miss Catherine's book" (the Album
speaks), 305.

I am no gentleman, not I! 86.
I am that which began, 428.
I am the spirit astir, 651.

I bend above the moving stream, 36.
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 charge you, O winds of the West, O winds
with the wings of the dove, 522.

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 all the world were right, 602.

If I could paint you, friend, as you stand there,
542.

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 in the years that come such things should be,
536.

If it were only a dream, 300.

If love were what the rose is, 417.
If not now soft airs may blow, 569.

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 she but knew that I am weeping, 442.
If the butterfly courted the bee, 476.

If there be any one can take my place, 378.
If there were dreams to sell, 37.
If thou wilt ease thine heart, 38.
If Transmigration e'er compel, 473.
If you be that May Margaret, 516.
I gave my life for thee, 183.

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

seems, 441.

I have subdued at last the will to live, 258.
I have two sons, wife, 283.

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,
318.

I heard the voice of Jesus say, 176.

I hear the bells at eventide, 671.

I hear the low wind wash the softening snow,
650.

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,
296.

I learn'd his greatness first at Lavington, 70.
I leave thee, beauteous Italy! no more, 11.
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, 131.

I like the hunting of the hare, 492.

I listen'd to the music broad and deep, 445.
I liv'd with visions for my company, 133.

I lov'd him not; and yet now he is gone, 11.
I love my Lady; she is very fair, 391.
I'm a bird that 's free, 27.

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
highland, 432.

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 gave a lock of hair away, 132.

I never look'd that he should live so long, 25.
In green old gardens, hidden away, 296.
In his own image the Creator made, 16.

In mid whirl of the dance of Time ye start, 565.
In praise of little children I will say, 501.
In ruling well what guerdon? Life runs low,

417.

In the golden morning of the world, 213.
In the heart of the white summer mist lay a
green little piece of the world, 500.

In the high turret chamber sat the sage, 493.
In the royal path came maidens rob'd, 24.
In these restrained and careful times, 482.
In the still air the music lies unheard, 177.
In the white-flower'd hawthorn brake, 410.
In the wild autumn weather, when the rain
was on the sea, 560.

In this May-month, by grace of heaven, things
shoot apace, 439.

In thy white bosom Love is laid, 569.
In torrid heats of late July, 496.
Into the Devil tavern, 321.

I rested on the breezy height, 668.

I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow, 605.
I said farewell, 637.

I sat at Berne, and watched the chain, 516.
I sat beside the streamlet, 328.

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 saw a new world in my dream, 477.

I saw a poor old woman on the bench, 266.
I saw in dreams a mighty multitude, 445.

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 it not better at an early hour, 16.
Is n't this Joseph's son? ay, it is He, 510.
I sought to hold her, but within her eyes, 537.
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he, 349.
Is this the man by whose decree abide, 564.
I still keep open Memory's chamber; still, 256.
I stood to hear that bold, 521.

I strove with none, for none was worth my
strife, 15.

Italia, mother of the souls of men, 433.

I thank all who have lov'd me in their hearts,
133.

It hardly seems that he is dead, 585.

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.

I thought once how Theocritus had sung, 131.
It is buried and done with, 274.

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.
It once might have been, once only, 350.

I too remember, in the after years, 189.

Its edges foamed with amethyst and rose, 606.
Its masts of might, its sails so free, 156.
It was a day of sun and rain, 601.

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.