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As one would stand who saw a sudden light, 671.
As on my bed at dawn I mus'd and pray'd, 192.
A Sonnet is a moment's monument, 395.
A spade! a rake! a hoe! 121.

As ships, becalm'd at eve, that lay, 214.
As thro' the land at eve we went, 199.
A street there is in Paris famous, 303.
As yonder lamp in my vacated room, 60.
At a pot-house bar as I chanced to pass, 375.
At dinner she is hostess, I am host, 371.
A thousand miles from land are we, 20.
At husking time the tassel fades, 674.
Athwart the sky a lowly sigh, 560.
At Nebra, by the Unstrut, 297.

At night, when sick folk wakeful lie, 577.
At Paris it was, at the Opera there, 380.

At the midnight in the silence of the sleeptime,

365.

Awake, my heart, to be lov'd, awake, awake,
439.

Awake! the crimson dawn is glowing, 187.
Awake thee, my Lady-love! 17.

Away, haunt thou not me, 214.

Aw'd by her own rash words she was still: and
her eyes to the seaward. 310.

A Widow, she had only one, 466.

A woman's hand. Lo, I am thankful now, 672.
Ay, an old story, yet it might, 578.

Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him
at evens, 617.

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Blythe bell, that calls to bridal halls, 16.
Bonnie Bessie Lee had a face fu' o' smiles, 150.
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away, 344.

Borgia, thou once wert almost too august, 15.
Both thou and I alike, my Bacchie urn, 332.
Brave as a falcon and as merciless, 491.
Break, break, break, 198.
Breath o' the grass, 548.

Brief is Erinna's song, her lowly lay, 498.
Bright Eyes, Light Eyes! Daughter of a Fay,

288.

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Come here, good people great and small, 84.
Come hither, Evan Cameron! 44.

Come in the evening, or come in the morning,

99.

Come in this cool retreat, 632.

Come into the garden, Maud, 207.
Come Micky and Molly and dainty Dolly, 315.
Come, Sleep! but mind ye! if you come with-
out, 16.

Comes something down with eventide, 72.
Come, stand we here within this cactus-brake,
542.

Comes the lure of green things growing, 653.
Come then, a song; a winding gentle song, 37.
Come while the afternoon of May, 607.

Consider the sea's listless chime, 398.
Cool; and palm-shaded from the torrid heat,
513.

Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas,
314.

Count each affliction, whether light or grave,

69.

Countess, I see the flying year, 467.
Count the flashes in the surf, 514.

"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the
land, 194.

Curious, the ways of these folk of humble and
hardy condition, 244.

Cursed by the gods and crowned with shame,

535.

Darby dear, we are old and gray, 510.
Dark Lily without blame, 499.

Day is dead, and let us sleep, 463.

Day of my life! Where can she get? 486.
Dead! One of them shot by the sea in the east,

137.

Dead. The dead year is lying at my feet, 506.
Dead, with their eyes to the foe, 498.
Dear child! whom sleep can hardly tame, 62.
Dear Cosmopolitan, — I know, 490.
Dear, did you know how sweet to me, 607.
Dear Eyes, set deep within the shade, 590.
Dear, had the world in its caprice, 358.
Dear, let me dream of love, 591.

Dear Lord, let me recount to Thee, 377.
Death stands above me, whispering low, 16.
Death, though already in the world, as yet, 383.
Deep Honeysuckle! in the silent eve, 291.
Dire rebel though he was, 26.

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? 377.
Dorothy goes with her pails to the ancient well

in the courtyard, 243.

Dost thou not hear? Amid dun, lonely hills,

521.

Dost thou remember, friend of vanished days,
532.

Doth it not thrill thee, Poet, 594.

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did
meet, 604.

Down lay in a nook my lady's brach, 26.
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my bro-
thers, 128.

Do you recall that night in June, 328.

England! since Shakespeare died no loftier day,
186.

Enough! we're tired, my heart and I, 130.
Even thus, methinks, a city rear'd should be,
68.

Faint grew the yellow buds of light, 606.

Fain would I have thee barter fates with me,
565.

Fair little spirit of the woodland mazes, 644.
Faithful reports of them have reached me oft,
650.

Farewell, Life! my senses swim, 123.
Farewell, my Youth! for now we needs must
part, 574.

Far off? Not far away, 495.

Far out at sea- the sun was high, 35.

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From where the steeds of Earth's twin oceans
toss, 270.

Frown'd the Laird on the Lord: "So, red-
handed I catch thee, 364.

Gamarra is a dainty steed, 21.

Gaze not at me, my poor unhappy bird, 267.
Gentle and grave, in simple dress, 240.
Gently!-gently!-down! - down! 17.
Get up, our Anna dear, from the weary spin-
ning wheel, 96.

Give me, O friend, the secret of thy heart, 557.
Give me thy joy in sorrow, gracious Lord, 58.
Give me thyself! It were as well to cry, 275.
Glass antique, 'twixt thee and Nell, 125.
God made my lady lovely to behold, 444.
God spake three times and saved Van Elsen's
soul, 657.

God who created me, 554.

God with His million cares, 586.

God ye hear not, how shall ye hear me, 425.
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, 228.
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand, 131.
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold ! 118.

Gone art thou? gone, and is the light of day, 147.
Good-by in fear, good-by in sorrow, 380.
Gray o'er the pallid links, haggard and for
saken, 574.

Gray Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest,
626.

Green, in the wizard arms, 332.

Green is the plane-tree in the square, 579.

Green leaves panting for joy with the great wind
rushing through, 553.

Hack and Hew were the sons of God, 666.
Half a league, half a league, 203.

Half kneeling yet, and half reclining, 70.
Half loving-kindliness and half disdain, 574.
Happy the man who so hath Fortune tried, 401.
Hark! ah, the nightingale, 225.
Has summer come without the
Hast thou no right to joy, 399.
Have little care that Life is brief, 666.
Heart of Earth, let us be gone, 582.

rose, 441.

He came to call me back from death, 533.
He came unlook'd for, undesir'd, 60.

He ceas'd, but while he spake, Rustum had

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Here of a truth the world's extremes are met,
545.

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
bound, 10.

Here where the sunlight, 548.

Here where under earth his head, 299.
Her face is hushed in perfect calm, 535.

Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes were
purple with dark, 136.

He rises and begins to round, 373.

Her Master gave the signal, with a look, 246.
He sang so wildly, did the Boy, 71.
He sat among the woods; he heard, 499.

He sat one winter 'neath a linden tree, 167.
He sat the quiet stream beside, 315.
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, 127.
He sought Australia's far-famed isle, 630.

He tripp'd up the steps with a bow and a smile,

322.

He went into the bush, and passed, 629.
He who but yesterday would roam, 652.
He who died at Azan sends, 249.

He wrought at one great work for years, 558.
High grace, the dower of queens; and there-
withal, 395.

High grew the snow beneath the low-hung sky,
647.

High on a leaf-carv'd ancient oaken chair, 64.
Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo! 674.

His kiss is sweet, his word is kind, 98.
His life was private; safely led, aloof, 26.

Hist, hist, ye winds, ye whispering wavelets

hist, 493.

Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more,
lay me in the shade, 619.

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Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled chin, 304.
Ho, Sailor of the sea! 365.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,
134.

How like her! But 't is she herself, 579.
How like the leper, with his own sad cry, 192.
How little fades from earth when sink to rest,
61.

How long, O lion, hast thou fleshless lain? 191.
How many colors here do we see set, 278.
“How many?" said our good Captain, 368.
How many summers, love, 20.

How many times do I love thee, dear? 37.
How many verses have I thrown, 16.

How oft I've watch'd thee from the garden

croft, 193.

How slowly creeps the hand of Time, 289.
How steadfastly she worked at it, 486.
How strange it is that, in the after age, 648.
How sweet the harmonies of afternoon! 188.
How the leaves sing to the wind! 658.
How would the centuries long asunder, 147.

I am lying in the tomb, love, 261.

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I am Miss Catherine's book" (the Album
speaks), 305.

I am no gentleman, not I! 86.
I am that which began, 428.
I am the spirit astir, 651.

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 charge you, O winds of the West, O winds
with the wings of the dove, 522.

I come from nothing; but from where, 538.

I come to visit thee agen, 8.

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 all the world were right, 602.

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, 133.
If in the years that come such things should be,
536.

If it were only a dream, 300.

If love were what the rose is, 417.
If not now soft airs may blow, 569.

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 the butterfly courted the bee, 476.

If there be any one can take my place, 378.
If there were dreams to sell, 37.
If thou wilt ease thine heart, 38.
If Transmigration e'er compel, 473.
If you be that May Margaret, 516.
I gave my life for thee, 183.

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
seems, 441.

I have subdued at last the will to live, 258.
I have two sons, wife, 283.

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,
318.

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 lift my heavy heart up solemnly, 131.
I like the hunting of the hare, 492.

I listen'd to the music broad and deep, 445.
I liv'd with visions for my company, 133.
I lov'd him not; and yet now he is gone, 11.
I love my Lady; she is very fair, 391.
I'm a bird that's free, 27.

I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary, 93.

I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,
539.

In a coign of the cliff between lowland and
highland, 432.

In after days when grasses high, 491.

In Carnival we were, and supp'd that night,
252.

In Childhood's unsuspicious hours, 150.

In dim green depths rot ingot-laden ships, 505.
I never gave a lock of hair away, 132.

I never look'd that he should live so long, 25.
In green old gardens, hidden away, 296.
In his own image the Creator made, 16.

In mid whirl of the dance of Time ye start, 565.
In praise of little children I will say, 501.
In ruling well what guerdon? Life runs low,

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In the golden morning of the world, 213.
In the heart of the white summer mist lay a
green little piece of the world, 500.

In the high turret chamber sat the sage, 493.
In the royal path came maidens rob'd, 24.
In these restrained and careful times, 482.
In the still air the music lies unheard, 177.
In the white-flower'd hawthorn brake, 410.
In the wild autumn weather, when the rain
was on the sea, 560.

In this May-month, by grace of heaven, things
shoot apace, 439.

In this red wine, where Memory's eyes, 270.
In thy white bosom Love is laid, 569.

In torrid heats of late July, 496.
Into the Devil tavern, 321.

I rested on the breezy height, 668.

I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow, 605.
I said farewell, 637.

I sat at Berne, and watched the chain, 516.
I sat beside the streamlet, 328.

I sat unsphering Plato ere I slept, 274.

I sat upon a windy mountain height, 552.

I sat with Doris, the shepherd-maiden, 242.

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I saw a new world in my dream, 477.
saw a poor old woman on the bench, 266,
I saw in dreams a mighty multitude, 445.
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 sent my Soul through the invisible, 342.
I sit beside my darling's grave d
Is it indeed so? If I lay

dead, 132.
Is it not better at an early hour, 16.

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Is n't this Joseph's son ?"-ay, it is He, 510.
I sought to hold her, but within her eyes, 537.
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he, 349.
Is this the man by whose decree abide, 564.
I still keep open Memory's chamber: still, 256.
I stood to hear that bold, 521.

I strove with none, for none was worth my
strife, 15.

Italia, mother of the souls of men, 433.

I thank all who have lov'd me in their hearts, 133.
It hardly seems that he is dead, 585.

I think a stormless night-time shall ensue, 301.

I think on thee in the night, 75.

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 buried and done with, 274.

It is the season now to go, 524.

It little profits that an idle king, 196.

It may be we shall know in the hereafter, 611.
It once might have been, once only, 350.

I too remember, in the after years, 189.
Its edges foamed with amethyst and rose, 606.
Its masts of might, its sails so free, 156.
It was a day of sun and rain, 601.

It was her first sweet child, her heart's delight
193.

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, Virgin of the Snows, have liv'd, 253.
I wadna gi'e my ain wife, 79.

I wander'd 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.
worship thee, sweet will of God! 178.

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,

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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.
Let time and chance combine, combine, 80.
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 apple-blossom white and red, 336.

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.

Little harp, at thy cry, 581.
Little Lettice is dead, they say, 520.

Lo, as some bard on isles of the Aegean, 291.
Lo, I am weary of all, 534.

Long ago, on a bright spring day, 533.
Long night succeeds thy little day, 47.

Long years their cabin stood, 147.

Look at me with thy large brown eyes. 314.
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-
been, 397.

Lord Cæsar, when you sternly wrote, 583.
Lord, for to-morrow and its needs, 175.
Lord, in thy name thy servants plead, 172.
Loud roared the tempest, 313.

Love, by that loosened hair, 666.

Love held a harp between his hands, and, lo!
442.

Love in my heart: oh, heart of me, heart of
me! 549.

Love not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay! 94.
Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of

song, 427.

Love took my life and thrill'd it, 257.

Love we the warmth and light of tropic lands,

552.

Lo, what a golden day it is, 435.

Lo! where the four mimosas blend their shade,
16.

Low, like another's, lies the laurelled head,
565.

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,

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