They told me in their shadowy phrase, 41.
They went to sea in a sieve, they did, 475.
They were islanders, our fathers were, 656.
Thick rise the spear-shafts o'er the land, 413.
This case befell at four of the clock, 474.
This I got on the day that Goring, 320.
This infant world has taken long to make! 164.
This is a spray the bird clung to, 364.
This is her picture as she was, 394.

This is the convent where they tend the sick,
560.

This is the glamour of the world antique, 434.
This is the room to which she came that day,
446.

This is the way we dress the Doll, 477.

This new Diana makes weak men her prey,
581.

This peach is pink with such a pink, 584.
This region is as lavish of its flowers, 641.
This relative of mine, 465.

This the house of Circe, queen of charms, 415.
Thou art not, and thou never canst be mine, 70.
Thou art the flower of grief to me, 247.
Thou art the joy of age, 163.

Thou didst delight my eyes, 438.

Though our great love a little wrong his fame,
539.

Though singing but the shy and sweet, 585.
Thou hast filled me a golden cup, 163.
Thou hast lost thy love, poor fool, 415.
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, 131.
Thou only bird that singest as thou flyest, 400.
Thou that hast a daughter, 318.
Thou that once, on mother's knee, 240.
Thou tiny solace of these prison days, 504.
Thou too hast travell'd, little fluttering thing,

Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,
523.

Three twangs of the horn, and they 're all out
of cover, 333.

Through great Earl Norman's acres wide, 87.
Through laughing leaves the sunlight comes,
533.

Through storm and fire and gloom, I see it
stand, 103.

Through the seeding grass, 548.
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went,
405.

Thus said the Lord in the vault above the
cherubim, 600.

Thus then, one beautiful day, in the sweet, cool
air of October, 245.

Thy glory alone, O God, be the end of all that
I say, 658.

Thy greatest knew thee, Mother Earth;
sour'd, 374.

Thy name of old was great, 553.

un-

Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, 200.
Thy way, not mine, O Lord, 176.
Time has a magic wand, 466.

Tintadgel bells ring o'er the tide, 41.

'Tis a stern and startling thing to think, 117.
'Tis a world of silences. I gave a cry, 441.
"T is bedtime; say your hymn, and bid "Good-
night," 256.

'Tis Christmas, and the North wind blows;
't was two years yesterday, 551.

'Tis evening now! 176.

'Tis sair to dream o' them we like, 80.
'Tis They, of a veritie, 573.

To-day, what is there in the air, 516.
To murder one so young! 144.

To my true king I offer'd free from stain, 29.
Too avid of earth's bliss, he was of those, 565.
Too wearily had we and song, 569.

To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er; 38.
To soothe a mad king's fevered brain, 526.
To spend the long warm days, 592.

To thee, O father of the stately peaks, 624.
To the forgotten dead, 592.

To the Wake of O'Hara, 282.

To turn my volumes o'er nor find, 14.
Touch not that maid, 552.
Touch us gently, Time! 22.

To write as your sweet mother does, 14.
Tripping down the field-path, 76.

Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she
not sweet? 157.

Twa race doon by the Gatehope-Slack, 579.
'Twas a fierce night when old Mawgan died,

40.

'T was brillig, and the slithy toves, 478.
'T was but a poor little room: a farm-servant's
loft in a garret, 244.

'T was eve, and Time, his vigorous course pur-
suing, 33.

'T was evening, though not sunset, and the tide,
8.

'T was in mid autumn, and the woods were

still, 493.

'T was in the prime of summer time, 113.
"T was just before the hay was mown, 77.
'Twas the body of Judas Iscariot, 279.
'Twas the day beside the Pyramids, 322.
Twelve years ago, when I could face, 627.
Twist me a crown of wind-flowers, 379.
Twist thou and twine! in light and gloom, 40.
Twitched strings, the clang of metal, beaten
drums, 601.

Two gaz'd into a pool, he gaz'd and she, 379.
Two souls diverse out of our human sight, 428.
Two stars once on their lonely way, 593.
Two voices are there: one is of the deep, 572.
Two winged genii in the air, 149.

Two worlds hast thou to dwell in, Sweet, 567.
Tyre of the West, and glorying in the name,

59.

Under her gentle seeing, 283.

Under the wide and starry sky, 526.

Up from Earth's centre through the Seventh
Gate, 341.

Up into the cherry tree, 523.
Up, my dogs, merrily, 643.

Wales England wed; so I was bred, 581.
Was sorrow ever like unto our sorrow? 104.
Watchman, tell us of the night, 173.
Water, for anguish of the solstice:
We are as mendicants who wait, 665.
We are born; we laugh; we weep; 20.
We are in love's land to-day, 420.

-

We are what suns and winds and waters make
us, 8.

We crown'd the hard-won heights at length, 63.
We do lie beneath the grass, 39.

Weep not! tears must vainly fall, 149.

Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town, 86.
We have been friends together, 93.

We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair, 422.
Weird wife of Bein-y-Vreich! horo! horo! 219.
We lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack, 379.
Welcome, old friend! These many years, 10.
We'll a' go pu' the heather, 150.
We'll not weep for summer over, 446.
We meet 'neath the sounding rafter, 101.
We must pass like smoke or live within the
spirit's fire, 606.

Were I but his own wife, to guard and to guide
him, 106.

Were you ever in sweet Tipperary, where the
fields are so sunny and green, 105.
Werther had a love for Charlotte, 305.
We saw the swallows gathering in the sky, 371.
We shall lodge at the sign of the Grave, you
say, 611.

We stand upon the moorish mountain side, 65.
We stood so steady, 327.

West wind, blow from your prairie nest, 673.
We've fought with many men acrost the seas,

595.

We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, 116.
We were playing on the green together, 544.
"What are the bugles blowin' for," 595.
What are the Vision and the Cry, 648.
What cometh here from west to east a-wend-
ing? 413.

What curled and scented sun-girls, almond-
eyed, 512.

What days await this woman, whose strange
feet, 660.

Whate'er of woe the Dark may hide in womb,
270.

What holds her fixed far eyes nor lets them
range, 565.

What makes a hero?-not success, not fame,
27.

What should a man desire to leave? 239.
What though thy Muse the singer's art essay,
332.

What voice did on my spirit fall, 216.

What was he doing, the great god Pan, 134.
What was 't awaken'd first the untried ear, 56.
Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere
aloän? 204.

When a' ither bairnies are hush'd to their
hame, 82.

When at close of winter's night, 472.
When do I see thee most, beloved one? 395.
Whene'er across this sinful flesh of mine, 58.
Whene'er there comes a little child, 262.
When first the unflowering Fern-forest, 557.
When from my lips the last faint sigh is blown,
68.

When Helen first saw wrinkles in her face, 14.
When He returns, and finds the world so drear,
284.

When I am dead and I am quite forgot, 557.
When I am dead, my spirit, 564.

When I was dead, my spirit turn'd, 376.
When I was sick and lay a-bed, 523.

When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad
year, 193.

When, lov'd by poet and painter, 316.
When mirth is full and free, 59.
When my Clorinda walks in white, 591.
When my feet have wander'd, 177.
When on my country walks I go, 591.
When on the breath of autumn breeze, 74.
When our heads are bow'd with woe, 170.
When our two souls stand up erect and strong.

132.

When russet beech-leaves drift in air, 299.
When stars are in the quiet skies, 43.

When the dumb Hour, cloth'd in black, 212.
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first, 598.
When the hounds of spring are on winter's
traces, 421.

When the last bitterness was past, she bore, 564.
When the soul sought refuge in the place of
rest, 605.

When, think you, comes the Wind, 443.
When we are parted let me lie, 329.
When we were girl and boy together, 38.
When you and I have played the little hour,
673.

When you are dead some day, my dear, 568.
Where are the swallows fled, 312.
Where art thou gone, light-ankled Youth? 9.
Where Ausonian summers glowing, 56.
Where did you come from, baby dear? 164.
Where, girt with orchard and with olive-yard.
554.

Who calls me bold because I won my love, 277.
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream,
604.

Whoever lives true life, will love true love, 141.
Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight? 102.
Who has not walk'd upon the shore, 437.
"Whom the gods love die young.'
thought is old, 272.

The

Who remains in London, 281.
Whosoe'er had look'd upon the glory of that
day, 388.

Who will away to Athens with me? who, 3.
Why groaning so, thou solid earth, 156.
Why, having won her, do I woo? 234.

Why, let them rail! God's full anointed ones,
673.

Why, when the world's great mind, 221.
Why will you haunt me unawares, 522.

Why wilt thou cast the roses from thine hair?
397.

Widow Machree, it 's no wonder you frown, 89.
"Wild huntsmen?"-'T was a flight of swans,

With pipe and flute the rustic Pan, 485.
With purple glow at even, 654.

With rosy hand a little girl press'd down, 14.
With the Orient in her eyes, 666.

Word was brought to the Danish king, 94.
Would God my heart were greater; but God
wot, 422.

Would that the structure brave, the manifold
music I build, 362.

Yea, love, I know, and I would have it thus,
593.

Yea, Love is strong as life; he casts out fear,
336.

Year after year, 299.

Year after year I sit for them, 602.

Ye are young, ye are young, 594.

Yes, Cara mine, I know that I shall stand, 330.
Yes; I write verses now and then, 15.

Yes, love, the Spring shall come again, 435.
Yes! thou art fair, and I had lov'd, 149.
Yes; when the ways oppose, 489.

Yet ah, that Spring should vanish with the
rose, 342.

---

Baptiste, 669.

Yon silvery billows breaking on the beach, 269.
You ask for fame or power, 645.
You had two girls-
You know, we French storm'd Ratisbon, 345.
You lay a wreath on murder'd Lincoln's bier,
450.

You may give over plough, boys, 367.
You must be troubled, Asthore, 576.
Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn,
88.

Young Sir Guyon proudly said, 254.

You promise heavens free from strife, 231.
Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, 352.
Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,

13.

Your tiny picture makes me yearn, 165.
You smil'd, you spoke, and I believ'd, 13.
You take a town you cannot keep, 69.