I've taught thee Love's sweet lesson o'er, 18.
I, Virgin of the Snows, have liv'd, 253.
I wadna gi'e my ain wife, 79.

I wander' 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 have the mad Clytie, 115.

I will not let thee go, 437.

I will not rail, or grieve when torpid eld, 332.
I worship thee, sweet will of God! 178.

I would I had thy courage, dear, to face, 491.
I would not, could I, make thy life as mine,

442.

I would not give my Irish wife, 103.

I would that we were, my beloved, white birds
on the foam of the sea, 604.

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,

505.

Jesus, I my cross have taken, 174.

Joy that 's half too keen and true, 465.
Just as I am, without one plea, 169.
Just for a handful of silver he left us, 350.
Juxtaposition, in fine; and what is juxtaposi-
tion? 217.

Kathleen Mavourneen! the gray dawn is break-
ing, 301.

Keen was the air, the sky was very light, 444.
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, 343.
King Charles, and who 'll do him right now,
344.

Lady Alice, Lady Louise, 403.

Lady and gentlemen fays, come buy! 18.

Lady Anne Dewhurst on a crimson couch, 236.
Last April, when the winds had lost their
chill, 532.

Last night, among his fellow roughs, 302.
Last night the nightingale waked me, 516.
Lay me low, my work is done, 621.

Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,

59.

Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us, 170.
Leave me a little while alone, 263.

Let me at last be laid, 256.

Let me be with thee where thou art, 169.

Level with the summit of that eastern mount,
33.

Lie still, old Dane, below thy heap, 241.
Life and Thought have gone away, 194.
Life's not our own, 't is but a loan, 76.
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,
227.

Light words they were, and lightly, falsely
said, 214.

Like a huge Python, winding round and round,
545.

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.
Lily on liquid roses floating, 72.

Maidens, kilt your skirts and go, 556.
Make me over, Mother April, 663.
Make thyself known, Sibyl, or let despair, 294.
Make way, my lords! for Death now once
again, 504.

Man is permitted much, 59.

Many a hearth upon our dark globe sighs after
many a vanish'd face, 211.

Many love music but for music's sake, 12.
Marian Drury, Marian Drury, 662.

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning, 95.
Melpomene among her livid people, 375,

Methinks the soul within the body held, 126.
Methought, as I beheld the rookery pass, 192.
Methought the stars were blinking bright, 326.
Mid April seemed like some November day,

497.

My hopes retire; my wishes as before, 15.
My life ebbs from me- I must die, 294.
My little boy at Christmas-tide, 262.
My little dear, so fast asleep, 602.
My little love, do you remember, 382.

My little son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes,
235.

My Lord Tomnoddy 's the son of an Earl, 468.
My love and I among the mountains strayed,

555.

My Love dwelt in a Northern land, 497.
My love he went to Burdon Fair, 277.
My masters twain made me a bed, 646.
My roof is hardly picturesque, 494.

My soul, asleep between its body-throes, 301.
My times are in thy hand! 180.

Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes, 83.
Naiads, and ye pastures cold, 498.
Nancy Dawson, Nancy Dawson, 592.
Nature, a jealous mistress, laid him low, 368.
Nature and he went ever hand in hand, 584.
Nay, Death, thou art a shadow! Even as light,
273.

Nearer, my God, to thee, 127.

Near where yonder evening star, 556.
News to the king, good news for all, 462.
Nigh one year ago, 161.

Nineteen! of years a pleasant number, 461.
No coward soul is mine, 154.

No, my own love of other years! 14.

None ever climbed to mountain height of song,
672.

Nor force nor fraud shall sunder us! O ye, 368.
No sleep like hers, no rest, 582.

Not a sound disturbs the air, 615.
Not greatly mov'd with awe am I, 236.
Not I myself know all my love for thee, 396.
Not 'mid the thunder of the battle guns, 615.
Not only that thy puissant arm could bind, 213.
Not on the neck of prince or hound, 586.

Not yet, dear love, not yet: the sun is high;

Now heap the branchy barriers up, 652.

Now, sitting by her side, worn out with weep-
ing, 285.

Now the day is over, 183.
Now the rite is duly done, 49.

Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as
true as the sky, 599.

O babbling Spring, than glass more clear, 488.
O bear him where the rain can fall, 111.
O'blessed Dead! beyond all earthly pains, 148.
O bonnie bird, that in the brake, exultant, dost
prepare thee, 529.

O Brothers, who must ache and stoop, 586.
O Child of Nations, giant-limbed, 649.
Och the Coronation! what celebration, 52.

O Deep of Heaven, 't is thou alone art bound-
less, 651.

O'Driscoll drove with a song, 604.

O d' you hear the seas complainin', and com-
plainin', whilst it 's rainin'? 609.

Of all the thoughts of God that are, 142.
Of all the wives as e'er you know, 508.
Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, 404.
O, for the times which were, 382.

O friend, like some cold wind to-day, 536.
Often rebuk'd, yet always back returning, 154.
Oh, aged Time! how far, and long, 67.
Oh, Bisham Banks are fresh and fair, 471.
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never
the twain shall meet, 596.

Oh, England is a pleasant place for them that 's
rich and high, 310.

Oh, fill me flagons full and fair, 561.

Oh! had you eyes, but eyes that move, 591.
Oh, happy, happy maid, 366.

Oh! ignorant boy, it is the secret hour, 23.
Oh, it is hard to work for God, 179.

Oh, I wad like to ken to the beggar-wife says

I, 525.

Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, it's you I love the
best, 317.

Oh, many a leaf will fall to-night, 271.

O hour of all hours, the most blest upon earth,

383.

Oh! that we two were Maying, 307.

Oh, there's mony a gate eawt ov eawr teawn-

end, 109.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there,

351.

Oh, wha hae ye brought us hame now, my brave
lord, 83.

Oh, what shall be the burden of our rhyme,

434.

Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, 73.
Oh! wherefore come ye forth in triumph from
the north, 27.

Oh! why left I my hame? 80.

Oh, ye wild waves, shoreward dashing, 628.
Old England's sons are English yet, 461.
Old things need not be therefore true, 218.
O Life! that mystery that no man knows, 575.
O long ago, when Faery-land, 254.

O Lord of heaven, and earth, and sea! 175.
O Lords! O rulers of the nation! 152.

O Lord, thy wing outspread, 181.

O Love, if you were here, 447.

O Love! thou makest all things even, 127.

O Love, what hours were thine and mine, 205.
O Mary, go and call the cattle home, 309.
O may I join the choir invisible, 155.
O! Meary, when the zun went down, 106.
O Merope! and where art thou, 31.

O monstrous, dead, unprofitable world, 221.
O mother, mother, I swept the hearth, I set his
chair and the white board spread, 610.
O my Dark Rosaleen, 91.
On a starr'd night Prince Lucifer uprose, 374.
On Bellosguardo, when the year was young,

579.

On Calais Sands the gray began, 500.
Once, from the parapet of gems and glow, 505.
Once in a golden hour, 206.

Once ye were happy, once by many a shore, 661.
One asked of Regret, 593.

One face alone, one face alone, 60.

One moment the boy, as he wander'd by night,
299.

One more unfortunate, 122.

One only rose our village maiden wore, 246.
On gossamer nights when the moon is low, 608.
On Helen's heart the day were night, 585.
Only a touch, and nothing more, 316.

On me and on my children, 455.

On other fields and other scenes the morn, 650.
On shores of Sicily a shape of Greece, 541.
On through the Libyan sand, 297.

O Paradise, O Paradise, 179.

O pensive, tender maid, downcast and shy, 409.
Ope your doors and take me in, 675.
Or else I sat on in my chamber green, 139.
O saw ye not fair Ines? 116,

O shepherds! take my crook from me, 633.
O singer of the field and fold, 488.

O somewhere, somewhere, God unknown, 292.
O sons of men, that toil, and love with tears,
440.

O supreme Artist, who, as sole return, 141.
O thou that cleavest heaven, 535.

O thou to whom, athwart the perished days,
530.

O unhatch'd Bird, so high preferr'd, 472.
Our bark is on the waters: wide around, 40.
Our England's heart sound as oak, 148.
"Our little babe," each said, "shall be," 594.
Our little bird in his full day of health, 191.
Our night repast was ended: quietness, 145.
Ours all are marble halls, 157.

Out from the City's dust and roar, 486.
Out of the frozen earth below, 389.

Out of the golden remote wild west where the
sea without shore is, 417.

Out of the uttermost ridge of dusk, where the
dark and the day are mingled, 607.
Out of this town there riseth a high hill, 400.
Outside the village, by the public road, 220.
Over his millions Death has lawful power, 13.
Over the sea our galleys went, 343.

O wanderer in the southern weather, 603.
Owd Pinder were a rackless foo, 110.
O when the half-light weaves, 576.

O where do you go, and what 's your will, 580.
O Wind of the Mountain, Wind of the Moun-
tain, hear! 213.

O wind, thou hast thy kingdom in the trees,
520.

O youth, whose hope is high, 439.

Pardon the faults in me, 376.
Passing feet pause, as they pass, 266.

Passion the fathomless spring, and words the

precipitate waters, 331.

Peace what do tears avail? 20.

Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes,
371.

Play me a march, low-ton'd and slow, 277.
Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem,

126.

Plunged in night, I sit alone, 656.

Poets are singing the whole world over, 334.
Poor old pilgrim Misery, 39.
Poor wither'd rose and dry, 437.
Princess of pretty pets, 472.

Proud and lowly, beggar and lord, 508.
Proud word you never spoke, but you will
speak, 14.

Quick gleam, that ridest on the gossamer! 193.
Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife, 26,

Rachel, the beautiful (as she was call'd),
Reign on, majestic Ville Marie, 649.
Remain, ah not in youth alone, 13.
Remember me when I am gone away, 376.
Rest here, at last, 447.

22.

Rhaicos was born amid the hills wherefrom, 3.
Riches I hold in light esteem, 153.

Ride on! ride on in majesty! 171.

Righ Shemus he has gone to France, and left
his crown behind, 100.

Rise! Sleep no more! 'Tis a noble morn, 19.
Rise up, my song! stretch forth thy wings and
fly, 442.

Roll on, and with thy rolling crust, 300.
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, 354.
Row me o'er the strait, Douglas Gordon, 509.

Sad is my lot; among the shining spheres, 231.
Sad is our youth, for it is ever going, 69.
Say, did his sisters wonder what could Joseph
see, 236.

Say, fair maids, maying, 496.

Schelynlaw Tower is fair on the brae, 323.
Sea-birds are asleep, 260.

Seamen three! what men be ye? 47.

Seeds with wings, between earth and sky, 462.
Seek not the tree of silkiest bark, 70.
Seems not our breathing light, 293.
See what a lovely shell, 208.

Set in this stormy Northern sea, 549.
Seven weeks of sea, and twice seven days of

storm, 492.

Shakespeare, thy legacy of peerless song, 545.
Shall mine eyes behold thy glory, O my

country, 537.

Shall we not weary in the windless days, 574.
She dared not wait my coming, and shall look,
517.

She gave her life to love. She never knew,

507.

She has a beauty of her own, 632.
She has a primrose at her breast, 527.
She is not fair to outward view, 57.
She is not yet, but he whose ear, 621.

She leads me on through storm and calm, 300.
She lived where the mountains go down to the
sea, 662.

She passes in her beauty bright, 278.

She sat and wept beside His feet; the weight,

58.

She sat beside the mountain springs, 329.
She sits beneath the elder-tree, 547.

She stands, a thousand-wintered tree, 614.
She stood breast high amid the corn, 119.
She turn'd the fair page with her fairer hand,

368.

She wanders in the April woods, 265.
She wore a wreath of roses, 73.
Ship, to the roadstead rolled, 488.
Should I long that dark were fair, 155.

That was a brave old epoch, 648.

Softly sinking through the snow, 445.
So I arm thee for the final night, 578.
So long he rode he drew anigh, 408.

Some clerks aver that as the tree doth fall,
384.

Some years ago, ere time and taste, 48.

So sweet love seem'd that April morn, 439.
Soulless, colorless strain, thy words are the
words of wisdom, 331.

So when the old delight is born anew, 292.
Spare all who yield; alas, that we must pierce,
539.

Speak, quiet lips, and utter forth my fate, 532.
Speed on, speed on, good master, 634.
Spirit of Spring, thy coverlet of snow, 611.
Spirit of Twilight, through your folded wings,

612.

Spring it is cheery, 117.

Spring, summer, autumn, winter, 112.
Stand close around, ye Stygian set, 8.
Standing on tiptoe ever since my youth, 646.
Star Sirius and the Pole Star dwell afar, 379.
Still farther would I fly, my child, 616.
Still I am patient, tho' you're merciless, 23.
Still more, still more: I feel the demon move,
635.

Stop, mortal! Here thy brother lies, 112.
Summer dieth: - o'er his bier, 375.
Sunset and evening star, 212.
Surrounded by unnumber'd foes, 166.
Sweet and low, sweet and low, 199.

Sweetest sweets that time hath rifled, 568.
Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty
slumbers, 17.

Sweet singer of the Spring, when the new
world, 257.

The ancient memories buried lie, 434.
The auld wife sat at her ivied door, 469.
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht, 502.
The baron hath the landward park, the fisher
hath the sea, 74.

The Barons bold on Runnymede, 112.
The bay is set with ashy sails, 669.
The bees about the Linden-tree, 315.
The bird's song, the sun, and the wind, 653.
The blessed damozel lean'd out, 392.

The Books say well, my Brothers! each man's
life, 247.

The breaths of kissing night and day, 570.
The broken moon lay in the autumn sky, 168.
The buds awake at touch of Spring, 545.
The Bulbul wail'd, "Oh, Rose! all night I

sing, 250.

The butterfly from flower to flower, 330.
The Chancellor mused as he nibbled his pen,

The fair varieties of earth, 113.

The flame-wing'd seraph spake a word, 267.
The fray began at the middle-gate, 558.
The frost will bite us soon, 558.

The garden's passed. 'Tis forest now, 667.
The glint of steel, the gleam of brocade, 667.
The gray sea and the long black land, 354.
The great soft downy snow storm like a cloak,
676.

The ground I walk'd on felt like air, 259.
The hollow sea-shell, which for years hath

stood, 505.

The Iris was yellow, the moon was pale, 521.
The irresponsive silence of the land, 379.
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair! 50.
The King with all his kingly train, 61.
The ladies of St. James's, 489.

The Ladies rose. I held the door, 233.
The Lady of the Hills with crimes untold, 271.
The lake comes throbbing in with voice of pain,
655.

The lark above our heads doth know, 533.
The lark is singing in the blinding sky, 167.
The last of England! O'er the sea, my dear,

390.

The linnet in the rocky dells, 153.

The lover of child Marjory, 662.
The loves that doubted, the loves that dis-
sembled, 555.

The men of learning say she must, 392.
The merry-go-round, the merry-go-round, the
merry-go-round at Fowey, 261.

The monument outlasting bronze, 239.
The moon-white waters wash and leap, 547.
The moorland waste lay hushed in the dusk of
the second day, 572.

The Mother of the Muses, we are taught, 16.
The mother will not turn, who thinks she hears,
396.

The mountain peaks put on their hoods, 640.
The mountain sheep are sweeter, 47.
The music had the heat of blood, 601.
The Musmee has brown velvet eyes, 251.
The nest is built, the song hath ceas'd, 150.
The night has a thousand eyes, 533.
The Northern Lights are flashing, 633.

Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge,
208.

Theocritus! Theocritus! ah, thou hadst plea-
sant dreams, 49.

The odor of a rose: light of a star, 276.
The old mayor climb'd the belfry tower, 324.
The old men sat with hats pull'd down, 321.
The orb I like is not the one, 77.

The play is done - the curtain drops, 306.

The Poem of the Universe, 153.

The poet stood in the sombre town, 511.

The point is turned; the twilight shadow fills,

659.

The poplars and the ancient elms, 514.
The pouring music, soft and strong, 292.
The primrwose in the sheäde do blow, 107.
There be the greyhounds! lo'k! an' there's
the heäre! 107.

There came a soul to the gate of Heaven, 237.
The red tiled towers of the old Château, 667.
There falls with every wedding chime, 12.
There is a book, who runs may read, 171.
There is a flower I wish to wear, 16.
There is a green hill far away, 182.
There is an Isle beyond our ken, 547.

There is a safe and secret place, 174.

There is a singing in the summer air, 283.
There is a soul above the soul of each, 400.
There is a stream, I name not its name, 215.
There is delight in singing, though none hear,

13.

There is no land like England, 211.

There is no laughter in the natural world, 491.
There is no mood, no heart-throb fugitive, 275.
There is sweet music here that softer falls, 194.
There lies a little city leagues away,
651.
There never were such radiant noons, 564.
There's a joy without canker or cark, 496.
There the moon leans out and blesses, 532.
There they are, my fifty men and women, 359.
There was a gather'd stillness in the room, 146.
There was a lady liv'd at Leith, 54.

There was a time, so ancient records tell, 25.
There were four of us about that bed, 403.
There were ninety and nine that safely lay,
182.

There were three young maids of Lee, 509.

The roar of Niagara dies away, 255.
The rose is weeping for her love, 161.
The rose thou gav'st at parting, 77.

The rosy musk-mallow blooms where the south
wind blows, 609.

The ruddy sunset lies, 670.

The sea is calm to-night, 226.

The sea! the sea! the open sea! 19.
These dreary hours of hopeless gloom, 158.
These little Songs, 319.

The skies have sunk, and hid the upper snow,
217.

The Sonnet is a fruit which long hath slept, 275.
The Sonnet is a world, where feelings caught,
275.

The soul of man is larger than the sky, 57.
The spell of Age is over all, 668.
The splendor falls on castle walls, 199.
The splendor of the kindling day, 378.
The Spring will come again, dear friends, 162.
The stream was smooth as glass, we said, 331.
The summer sun is falling soft on Carbery's
hundred isles, 97.

The sunset in the rosy west, 669.

The sun shines on the chamber wall, 322.
The sun strikes, through the windows, up the
floor, 135.

The swallow, bonny birdie, comes sharp twit-
tering o'er the sea, 83.

The swarthy bee is a buccaneer, 664.
The tale was this, 26.

The thing is but a statue after all, 457.

The time shall come when wrong shall end, 127.
The tomb of God before us, 308.

The tongue of England, that which myriads, 12.
The training-ship, Eurydice, 391.

The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears, 524.
The vale of Tempe had in vain been fair, 57.
The victor stood beside the spoil, and by the
grinning dead, 335.

The villeins clustered round the bowl, 641.
The voice that breath'd o'er Eden, 172.
The wattles were sweet with September's rain,
630.

The white blossom's off the bog and the leaves

are off the trees, 506.

The wind flapp'd loose, the wind was still, 398.
The wind of death that softly blows, 675.
The wisest of the wise, 15.

The world, not hush'd, lay as in trance, 337.
They are waiting on the shore, 260.
They call her fair. I do not know, 149.
The year's at the spring, 348.

They found it in her hollow marble bed, 563.
They hasten, still they hasten, 655.

They look'd on each other and spake not, 410.
They mock'd the Sovereign of Ghaznin: one
saith, 250.

They rous'd him with muffins- they rous'd
him with ice, 478.

They say that Pity in Love's service dwells,

371.