Hail holy Light, offspring of heaven first born Happy the man, whose wish and care ... Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star ... PAGE 47 112 100 228 107 325 113 53 Her, by her smile, how soon the stranger knows How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers... I come in gleams from the land of dreams I do confess that I have wished to give I have had playmates, I have had companions I have sinuous shells of pearly hue I hid my face awhile, then cried aloud I strove with none, for none was worth my strife I wandered lonely as a cloud... I was a stricken deer, that left the herd I weep for Adonais-he is dead I weigh not fortune's frown or smile I would I had some flowers o' the spring If all the world and love were young 46 81 332 22 123 61 192 21 300 383 369 275 371 363 221 157 291 40 22 31 79 348 It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying 329 Leave me, O' Love, which reachest but to dust Lessons sweet of spring returning Let time and chance combine, combine ... 168 257 30 365 374 Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round Man is his own star, and the soul that can ... Much have I travelled in the realms of gold ... My fairest child, I have no song to give you ... My life was a long dream; when I awoke My love he built me a bonnie bower ... ... ... My mind to me a kingdom is 85 Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled PAGE 140 49 348 ... 238 Not to know vice at all, and keep true state 77 Now, by your children's cradles, now by your father's graves 357 Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray O sing unto my roundelay O day of Ashes!-twice for me O Liberty, thou goddess heavenly bright O little feet! that such long years O Mary, go and call the cattle home O that those lips had language! O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Oh listen, listen, ladies gay Oh, may I join the choir invisible Oh what avails the sceptered race Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west Of all the thoughts of God that are Of Nelson and the North Of old, when Scarron his companions invited Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray Once, in the flight of ages past Once more to distant ages of the world One in herself, not rent by schism, but sound On Linden, when the sun was low Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires Piping down the valleys wild Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow Rest, blessed soul, rest satiate with the sight ... ... That the great angel-blinding light should shrink The merry world did on a day ... ... ... The Minstrel-boy to the war is gone ... 240 308 245 304 250 232 223 259 220 The thread she spun it gleamed like gold There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale There lives and works There was a boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs There was a poet whose untimely tomb There was a ripple on the water's face... ... PAGE 156 219 289 There was a sound of revelry by night There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream ... There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.. ... ... This only grant me, that my means may lie Wake now, my love, awake! for it is time ... ... ... : |