Thekla's song, 364 Themes of song, the, 534 "There are sounds in the dark Ron- "These marble domes," 50 Thought from an Italian poet, 489 of Paradise, a, 606 of the rose, a, 518 of the sea, a, 618 Visiting a tomb, written after, 519 of God, the, 495 of home to the prodigal, the, 377 of Scio, the, 243 of spring, the, 247 of the waves, the, 511 of the wind, 475 Voyager's dream of land, a, 427 Wakening, the, 378 Wallace's invocation to Bruce, 63 and the night-flowers, 551 Wandering female singer, to a, 501 Washington's statue, 485 Wasp, sonnet to, and reply, 523 Water-lily, the, 608 Watts, A. A., 248 note Waves, voice of the, 511 "We return no more," 500 Weary, evening song of the, 592 Welcome to death, the, 509 Welsh melodies, 145 West, W. E., 488 "What woke the buried sound," 563 "Where is the sea," 487 Widow of Crescentius, the, 85 William the Conqueror, burial of, 375 Wind, voice of the, 475 Wings of the dove, the, 381 Woman and fame, 497 on the field of battle, 462 Wood walk and hymn, 576 Wordsworth, William, 568 note to, 422 Works of art, restoration of the, 22 "Ye are not miss'd, fair flowers," 542 Zegri maid, the, 539 INDEX OF FIRST LINES A blessing on thy head, thou child of many hopes and fears, 502 A child beside a hamlet's fount at play, 604 A child midst ancient mountains I have stood, 601 A deep-toned lyre hung murmuring, 478 A dim and mighty minster of old time, 574 A fearless journeyer o'er the mountain-snow, 603 A glorious voice hath ceased, 585 A lyre its plaintive sweetness pour'd, 559 A mighty and a mingled throng, 493 A monarch on his deathbed lay, 423 A mournful gift is mine, my friends, 483 A requiem, and for whom, 435 A song for Israel's God! Spear, crest, and helm, 598 A song for the death-day of the brave, 425 A song was heard of old, a low sweet song, 535 A sound comes on the rising breeze, 561 A sound of music from amidst the hills, 415 A sound of woe in Salem! mournful cries, 98 A sounding step was heard by night, 476 A trumpet's note is in the sky, in the glorious Roman sky, 479 A voice from Scio's isle, 243 A voice from times departed yet floats thy hills among, 148 A wail was heard around the bed, the deathbed of the young, 350 A youth rode forth from his childhood's home, 477 A youth went forth to exile, from a home, 351 Again, oh send that anthem-peal again, 557 Ah cease! these fruitless tears restrain, 49 All night the booming minute-gun, 373 All the bright hues from Eastern garlands glowing, 601 Amidst those scenes, O pilgrim! seek'st thou Rome, 50 And there they sleep, the men who stood, 251 Apropos of your illness, pray give, if you please, 139 Are ye for ever to your skies departed, 354 Arise! old Norway sends the word, 567 Art thou come from the far-off land at last, 501 As the tired voyager on stormy seas, 597 Beings of brighter worlds, that rise at times, 114 Bird of the greenwood, 556 Bird, that art singing on Ebro's side, 540 Brave spirit! mourn'd with fond regret, 55 Bride! upon thy marriage-day, 466 Brightly, brightly hast thou fled, 562 Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board, 362 By a mountain-stream at rest, 566 Call back your odours, lovely flowers, 551 Call it not loneliness to dwell, 210 Calm scenes of patriarch life! how long a power, 620 Children of night, unfolding meekly, slowly, 551 Come away, elves! while the dew is sweet, 565 Come away! the child, where flowers are springing, 560 Come away! the sunny hours, 543 Come forth, and let us through our hearts receive, 621 Come to me, dreams of heaven, 564 Come to me, gentle sleep, 567 Come to me, when my soul, 519 Come to me with your triumphs and your woes, 477 Come to the land of peace, 499 Come, while in freshness and dew it lies, 367 Crowning a flowery slope, it stood alone, 603 Dark chieftain of the heath and height, 506 Daughter of the Italian heaven, 469 Day is past, 564 Deep, fiery clouds o'ercast the sky, 531 Divine Eliza! since the sapphire sky, 296 Doth thy heart stir within thee at the sight, 619 Dream'st thou of heaven? What dreams are thine, 518 Eagle! this is not thy sphere, 480 Earth! guard what here we lay in holy trust, 356 Fair gratitude in strain sublime, 14 Fair Tajo, thou whose calmly-flowing tide, 44 Fallen was the house of Giafar; and its name, 417 Far are the wings of intellect astray, 621 Far from the rustlings of the poplar bough, 617 Farewell, beloved and mourn'd! we miss awhile, 520 Father in heaven, from whom the simplest flower, 621 Faunus! who lov'st the flying nymphs to chase, 299 Fill high the blue hirlas that shines like the wave, 146 Fling forth the proud banner of Leon again, 533 Flow, Rio Verde, 539 Flower of starry clearness bright, 610 Flowers! when the Saviour's calm benignant eye, 601 From the bright stars, or from the viewless air, 449 From the glowing southern regions, 150 Gentle and lovely form, 462 Gloom is upon thy lonely hearth, 463 Go forth! for she is gone, 338 Go in thy glory o'er the ancient sea, 473 Go to the forest glade, 438 Go! trace th' unnumber'd streams o'er earth, 529 Green spot of holy ground, 606 Green wave the oak for ever o'er thy rest, 424 Hail! morning sun, thus early bright, 52 Happy thou art, the child of one, 485 Happy were they, the mothers, in whose sight, 601 Hark! from the right bursts forth a trumpet's sound, 128 He passed from earth, 609 He sat in silence on the ground, 414 He shall not dread misfortune's angry mien, 48 He that in venturous barks hath been, 530 He that was dead rose up and spoke! He spoke, 602 He who proclaims that love is light and vain, 47 Heart! that didst press forward still, 476 Her hands were clasp'd, her dark brows raised, 394 Here in the dust, its strange adventures o'er, 21 Home of the gifted, fare thee well, 508 How can that eye, with inspiration beaming, 505 How can that love, so deep, so lone, 565 How flows thy being now? like some glad hymn, 622 How many a day, in various hues array'd, 12 How many blessed groups this hour are bending, Hush lightly tread! still tranquilly she sleeps, 572 I am free! I have burst through my galling chain, 491 I call thee bless'd, though now the voice be fled, 461 I come down from the hills alone, 523 I come, I come! ye have call'd me long, 247 I come to thee, O earth, 471 I cry aloud, and ye shall hear my call, 138 I dream of all things free, 546 I go, I go! and must mine image fade, 382 I go, sweet friends! yet think of me, 354 I go, sweet sister! yet my heart would linger with thee fain, 546 I hate the Persian's costly pride, 298 I hear thee speak of the better land, 479 I heard a song upon the wandering wind, 554 I lay on that rock where the storms have their dwelling, 152 I lay upon the solemn plain, 295 I look'd on the field where the battle was spread, 605 I love to hear the mild and balmy hour, 3 I love to rove o'er history's page, 2 I made a mountain-brook my guide, 418 I met that image on a mirthful day, 601 I saw him at his sport erewhile, 583 I stood upon the threshold-stone, 626 If, in thy glorious home above, 44 If it be sad to speak of treasures gone, 422 If thus thy fallen grandeur I behold, 49 If to the sighing breeze of summer hours, 51 In Genoa, when the sunset gave, 99 In sunset's light o'er Afric thrown, 368 In tears, the heart oppress'd with grief, 47 In the deep hour of dreams, 449 In the deep wilderness unseen she pray'd, 586 In the full tide of melody and mirth, 360 In the proud old fanes of England, 545 In the shadow of the Pyramid, 516 In the silence and grandeur of midnight I tread, 294 In the silence of the midnight, 450 In thy cavern-hall, 551 Io! they come, they come, 536 Is not thy heart far off amidst the woods, 359 Is there some spirit sighing, 566 It is the Rhine! our mountain-vineyards laving, 534 It is thy pity makes me weep, 563 It is written on the rose, 489 It stands where Northern willows weep, 409 It was an hour of fear and grief, 238 It was the time when children bound to meet, 301 It waved not through an Eastern sky,430 Italia! O Italia! thou so graced, 49 Joy is upon the lonely seas, 378 Joy! the lost one is restored, 594 Know ye not when our dead, 349 Know'st thou the land where bloom the citron bowers, 547 Land of departed fame, whose classic plains, 22 Leave me, oli! leave me! unto all below, 459 Let the vain courtier waste his days, 49 Let the yellow mead shine for the sons of the brave, 143 Like thee to die, thou Sun! my boyhood's dream, 461 Lonely and still are now thy marble halls, 67 Look from the ancient mountains down, 609 Look on me with thy cloudless eyes, 561 Look on the white Alps round, 342 Majestic plant! such fairy dreams as lie, 623 Mark'd ye the mingling of the city's throng, 59 Midnight! and silence deep, 471 Midst the long reeds that o'er a Grecian stream, 552 Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades, 85 Mighty ones, Love and Death, 510 Minstrel, whose gifted hand can bring, 19 Near thee! still near thee! o'er thy pathway gliding, 538 Night, holy night! the time, 577 Night hung on Salem's towers, 606 Night sinks on the wave, 597 Night veil'd the mountain of the vine, 194 No bitter tears for thee be shed, 54 No cloud obscures the summer sky, 530 No cloud to dim the splendours of the day, 103 No dower of storied song is thine, 469 No more! a harp-string's deep and breaking tone, 488 No tears for thee! though light be from us gone, 482 O Cambrian river, with slow music gliding, 618 O ever joyous band, 493 O festal spring, midst thy victorious glow, 617 O gentle story of the Indian isle, 620 O God, my Father and my Friend, 1 O joy of the peasant, O stately lime, 555 O lonely voices of the sky, 437 O Nature, thou didst rear me for thine own, 628 O soft star of the west, 560 O Son of Man, 574 O spirit-land, thou land of dreams, 462 O sunshine and fair earth, 509 O thou breeze of spring, 563 O thou whose pure exalted mind, 12 O Thought! O Memory! gems for ever heaping, 627 O vale and lake! within your mountain-urn, 619 O wanderer! would thy heart forget, 54 O ye hours, ye sunny hours, 520 O ye voices gone, 566 O ye voices round my own hearth singing, 545 O'er the far blue mountains, 563 Oft have I sung and mourn'd the bitter woes, 45 Oh! ask not, hope thou not too much, 367 Oh! beautiful thou art, 608 Oli! bless'd beyond all daughters of the earth, 599 Oh! blest art thou whose steps may rove, 528 Oh! bring me one sweet orange bough, 543 Oh! call my brother back to me, 502 Oh! droop thou not, mine early gentle love, 538 Oh! enter not yon shadowy cave, 341 Oh! for thy wings, thou dove, 381 Oh! forget not the hour when through forest and vale, 56 Oh! how could fancy crown with thee, 354, 557 Oh! if thou wilt not give thine heart, 490 Oh! lightly, lightly tread, 484 Oh! lightly tread through these deep chestnut bowers, 510 Oh! ne'er be Clanronald the valiant forgot, 58 Oh! skylark, for thy wing, 544 Oh! tell me not the woods are fair, 566 Oh! what a joy to feel that, in my heart, 621 Oh! who hath trod thy consecrated clime, 28 One draught, kind fairy! from that fountain deep, 465 Pause not with lingering feet, O pilgrim! here, 49 whose steps these desert sands explore, 138 Raise ye the sword! let the death-stroke be given, 151 Rest, pilgrim, rest! Thou'rt from the Syrian land, 363 Return, return, my bird, 521 Ring, joyous chords! ring out again, 364 Rise like an altar-fire, 575 Rocks of my country! let the cloud, 376 Royal in splendour went down the day, 398 Saved from the perils of the stormy wave, 46 Saviour! that of woman born, 596 Saw ye the blazing star, 149 Say not 'tis fruitless-nature's holy tear, 296 Seek by the silvery Darro, 540 See'st thou my home? 'Tis where yon woods are waving, 460 She came forth in her bridal robes array'd, 502 She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fell, 407 She that cast down the empires of the world, 138 Sing to me, Gondolier, 563 Sister, sweet sister! let me weep awhile, 455 Sleep, O beloved companion of my woes, 119 Sleep!-we give thee to the wave, 559 Son of the stranger! wouldst thou take, 344 Still is the Syren warbling on thy shore, 536 That was a joyous day in Rheims of old, 403 The breaking waves dash'd high, 429 The bright hours return, the blue sky is ringing, 147 The chord, the harp's full chord is hush'd, 379 The citron groves their fruits and flowers were strewing, 338 The dead! the glorious dead! and shall they rise, 468 The fever's hue hath left thy cheek, beloved, 595 The fires grew pale on Rome's deserted shrines, 221 The gloomiest day hath gleams of light, 501 The hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, 147 The hall of harps is lone to-night, 152 The kings of old have shrine and tomb, 376 The night-wind shook the tapestry round an ancient, 405 The stately homes of England, 412 The stranger's heart! oh! wound it not, 464 |