Green leaves panting for joy with the great wind Hack and Hew were the sons of God, 666. Half kneeling yet, and half reclining, 70. Has summer come without the rose, 441. Have little care that Life is brief, 666. He came to call me back from death, 533. He ceas'd, but while he spake, Rustum had He crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink, 78. He is gone better so. We should know who He is the happy wanderer, who goes, 611. Here I'd come when weariest, 497. Here let us leave him; for his shroud the snow, Here Love the slain with Love the slayer lies, Here of a truth the world's extremes are met, 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 Here where the sunlight, 548. Here where under earth his head, 299. Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes were He rises and begins to round, 373. Her Master gave the signal, with a look, 246. He sat one winter 'neath a linden tree, 167. He tripp'd up the steps with a bow and a smile, He went into the bush, and passed, 629. He wrought at one great work for years, 558. withal, 395. How slowly creeps the hand of Time, 289. I am lying in the tomb, love, 261. "I am Miss Catherine's book" (the Albam I am no gentleman, not I! 86. I bend above the moving stream, 36. I 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 come from nothing; but from where, 538. 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 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, 1 If it were only a dream, 300. If love were what the rose is, 417. 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 there be any one can take my place, 378. If thou wilt ease thine heart, 38. If Transmigration e'er compel, 473. I give 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 I have subdued at last the will to live, 258. 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, 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 listen'd to the music broad and deep, 445. I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary, 93. I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, In a coign of the cliff between lowland and In after days when grasses high, 491. In Carnival we were, and supp'd that night, In Childhood's unsuspicious hours, 150. I never look'd that he should live so long, 25. In mid whirl of the dance of Time ye start, 565. In silence, and at night, the Conscience feels, 42. In summer, when the days were long, 152. In teacup-times"! The style of dress, 484. In the earth the earth-thou shalt be laid, In the golden morning of the world, 213. In the high turret chamber sat the sage, 493. In this May-month, by grace of heaven, things In this red wine, where Memory's eyes, 270. I rested on the breezy height, 668. I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow, 605. I sat at Berne, and watched the chain, 516. I sat unsphering Plato ere I slept, 274. I sat upon a windy mountain height, 552. I saw a poor old woman on the bench, 266, 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 Is n't this Joseph's son? ay, it is He, 510. I sought to hold her, but within her eyes, 537. I strove with none, for none was worth my Italia, mother of the souls of men, 433. I thank all who have lov'd me in their hearts, 133. I think a stormless night-time shall ensue, 301. 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 the season now to go, 524, 606. It was her first sweet child, her heart's delight It was not in the winter, 116. It was the calm and silent night, 143. I've taught thee Love's sweet lesson o'er, 18. I was a wandering sheep, 175. I watch'd her as she stoop'd to pluck, 470. I will not let thee go, 437. will not rail, or grieve when torpid eld, 332. would I had thy courage, dear, to face, 491. I would not give my Irish wife, 103. I would that we were, my beloved, white birds I write. He sits beside my chair, 501. Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us, 170. Let me at last be laid, 256. Let me be with thee where thou art, 169. Light words they were, and lightly, falsely 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, Like souls that balance joy and pain, 198. Maidens, kilt your skirts and go, 556. Make thyself known, Sibyl, or let despair, 294. Man is permitted much, 59. Many a hearth upon our dark globe sighs after Many love music but for music's sake, 12. Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning, 95. 497. Mistress of gods and men! I have been thine, Monsieur the Curé down the street, 486. Move me that jasmine further from the bed, Mowers, weary and brown, and blithe, 498, My body sleeps: my heart awakes, 380. 311. My Lord Tomnoddy 's the son of an Earl, 468. 555. My Love dwelt in a Northern land, 497. My soul, asleep between its body-throes, 301. Naiads, and ye pastures cold, 498. Nature, a jealous mistress, laid him low, 368. Nearer, my God, to thee, 127. Near where yonder evening star, 556. Nineteen of years a pleasant number, 461. No, my own love of other years! 14. None ever climbed to mountain height of song, 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 yet, dear love, not yet: the sun is high; Now glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all Now hands to seed-sheet, boys! 80. Now has the lingering month at last gone by, 407. 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 true as the sky, 599. -- as old and O babbling Spring, than glass more clear, 488. O brothers, who must ache and stoop, 586. O Deep of Heaven, 't is thou alone art bound- O'Driscoll drove with a song, 604. O d'you hear the seas complainin', and com- Of all the thoughts of God that are, 142. Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, 404. O friend, like some cold wind to-day, 536. 307. Oh, aged Time! how far, and long, 67. Oh, England a pleasant place for them that's Oh, fill me flagons full and fair, 561. Oh! ignorant boy, it is the secret hour, 23. I, 525. - Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, it's you I love the 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, 308. Oh, there's mony a gate eawt ov eawr teawn- end, 109. Oh, to be in England now that April's there, Oh, wha hae ye brought us hame now, my brave Oh, what shall be the burden of our rhyme, 434. the north, 27. Oh! why left I my hame? 81. Oh, ye wild waves, shoreward dashing, 628. Old things need not be therefore true, 218. 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 monstrous, dead, unprofitable world, 221. O my Dark Rosaleen, 91. One moment the boy, as he wander'd by night, One more unfortunate, 122. One only rose our village maiden wore, 246. On other fields and other scenes the morn, 650. O Paradise, O Paradise, 179. O pensive, tender maid, downcast and shy, 409. Or else I sat on in my chamber green, 139. O shepherds! take my crook from me, 633. O somewhere, somewhere, God unknown, 292. O supreme Artist, who as sole return, 141. O thou to whom, athwart the perished days, 530. O unhatch'd Bird, so high preferr'd, 472. Our little babe," each said, "shall be, 594. Out from the City's dust and roar, 486. Out of the uttermost ridge of dusk, where the O wanderer in the southern weather, 603. O where do you go, and what 's your will, 580. O wind, thou hast thy kingdom in the trees, 520. Proud and lowly, beggar and lord, 508, Quick gleam, that ridest on the gossamer! 193 Rachel, the beautiful (as she was call'd), 22. Rhaicos was born amid the hills wherefrom, 3 Ride on! ride on in majesty! 171. Righ Shemus he has gone to France, and left Rise! Sleep no more! "T is a noble morn, 19. Roll on, and with thy rolling crust, 300. Sad is my lot; among the shining spheres, 231. Say, fair maids, maying, 496. Schelynlaw Tower is fair on the brae, 323. Seamen three! what men be ye? 47. Seeds with wings, between earth and sky, 462. Set in this stormy Northern sea, 549. storm, 492. Shakespeare, thy legacy of peerless song, 545. country, 537. Shall we not weary in the windless days, 574. |