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  1. A sea of foliage girds our garden round,
  2. A baby's eyes, ere speech begin,
  3. A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink,
  4. A baby's hands, like rosebuds furled
  5. A barefoot boy! I mark him at his play --
  6. A beaten and a baffled man,
  7. A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
  8. A book and a jug and a dame,
  9. A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy servant rears,
  10. A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
  11. A child's a plaything for an hour;
  12. A cloud of dust on the long white road,
  13. A conqueror as provident as brave,
  14. A couple old sat o'er the fire,
  15. A courtier speaks to Ch'in Shih-huang-ti, ca. 210 B.C.
  16. A Curious Knot God made in Paradise,
  17. A day of seeming innocence,
  18. A diesel freight truck
  19. A faint wind, blowing from World's End,
  20. A female I by name
  21. A fire-mist and a planet,
  22. A flea and a fly in a flue
  23. A Flea who felt phlebotomous
  24. A fool I was to sleep at noon,
  25. A FORM, as any taper, fine ;
  26. A fox may steal your hens, sir,
  27. A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
  28. A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine,
  29. A good old couple! kind and wise!
  30. A good sword and a trusty hand!
  31. A graceless doom it seems that bids us grieve:
  32. A hand that twists the broidered veil
  33. A handful of workers seeking the star of a strong intent --
  34. A happy lover who has come
  35. A hard gray wave, her fin, walks out on the water
  36. A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs
  37. A hermit's house beside a stream,
  38. A high bare field, brown from the plough, and borne
  39. A lady while dining at Crewe
  40. A learned and a happy ignorance
  41. A lilt and a swing,
  42. A linnet who had lost her way
  43. A little black thing among the snow,
  44. A little east of Jordan,
  45. A little heat caught
  46. A little onward lend thy guiding hand
  47. A little while the rose,
  48. A Load of brushes and baskets and cradles and chairs
  49. A man said to the universe:
  50. A map of every country known,
  51. A Marchant whilom / dwelled at Seint Denys
  52. A mathematician fell madly in love
  53. A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchang'd,
  54. A minx of seventeen, with rather fine
  55. A moment the wild swallows like a flight
  56. A narrow fellow in the grass
  57. A noiseless patient spider,
  58. A note of thanks to you when
  59. A pale enchanted moon is sinking low
  60. A pansy who lived in Khartoum
  61. A poet!--He hath put his heart to school,
  62. A poet's cat, sedate and grave
  63. A porcupine skin,
  64. A pox of this fooling, and plotting of late,
  65. A Rock there is whose homely front
  66. A roundel is wrought as a ring or a starbright sphere,
  67. A simple child, dear brother Jim,
  68. A single dreary elm, that stands between
  69. A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
  70. A slumber did my spirit seal;
  71. A snake came to my water-trough
  72. "A song for our banner?" -- The watchword recall
  73. A Sonnet is a moment's monument,
  74. A startled stag, the blue-grey Night,
  75. A stranger, schooled to gentle arts,
  76. A stream of tender gladness,
  77. A stupor on the heath,
  78. A sweet disorder in the dress
  79. A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
  80. A toad can die of light!
  81. A touch of cold in the Autumn night --
  82. A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,
  83. A vision as of crowded city streets,
  84. A waif on this earth,
  85. A wanderer is man from his birth.
  86. A wandering madman was seeking the touchstone, with matted locks, tawny and dust-laden, and body worn to a shadow, his lips tight-pressed, like the shut-up doors of his heart, his burning eyes like the lamp of a glow-worm seeking its mate.
  87. A weary lot is thine, fair maid,
  88. A wee slip drawin’ water,
  89. A WEEK ago; only a little week:
  90. A Well there is in the west country,
  91. A wild-bear chace, didst never see?
  92. A wind sways the pines,
  93. A woman is a foreign land,
  94. ABEDNEGO was Meek and Mild; he Softly Spoke, he Sweetly Smiled.
  95. Abide with me! Fast falls the Eventide;
  96. Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
  97. About me young careless feet
  98. About the age of twenty, when the first hairfall
  99. About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
  100. Above my head the shields are stained with rust,
  101. Above the vale of Inkerman,
  102. Abraham Lincoln,
  103. Absence, hear thou my protestation
  104. “Absent Friends!” There are brought to mind again
  105. Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint,
  106. Across the Eastern sky has glowed
  107. Across the lonely beach we flit,
  108. Across the street
  109. Adam lay ibounden,
  110. Adieu, farewell earth's bliss,
  111. Adieu, vain world, I've seen enough of thee,
  112. Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
  113. Afar in the Desert I love to ride,
  114. Affection fond deceives the wise
  115. Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
  116. Afric, from her remotest strand,
  117. after several valium and a cup of coffee, I
  118. Again at Christmas did we weave
  119. Again at Christmas did we weave
  120. Ah Ben!
  121. Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh,
  122. Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,
  123. AH, listen through the music, from the shore,
  124. Ah me! full sorely is my heart forlorn,
  125. Ah, silly Pug, wert thou so sore afraid?
  126. Ah, stay thy treacherous hand, forbear to trace
  127. Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
  128. Ah what avails the sceptred race,
  129. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
  130. AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me?
  131. Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb
  132. Ah, Yes! I Wrote the "Purple Cow" --
  133. Ain't no use as I can see
  134. AIR -- "Dublin Boy"
  135. Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah,
  136. Al nist by the rose, rose,
  137. Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best,
  138. Alas, madam, for stealing of a kiss
  139. Alas! so all things now do hold their peace,
  140. Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
  141. All along the valley, stream that flashest white,
  142. All around him November rain
  143. All day long they come and go--
  144. All Greece hates
  145. All hail to the Rev. George Gilfillan of Dundee,
  146. All her hours were yellow sands,
  147. All human things are subject to decay,
  148. All in the April evening,
  149. All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
  150. All my past life is mine no more,
  151. All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair--
  152. All night I muse, all day I cry,
  153. ALL night the dreadless Angel unpursu'd
  154. All that I know
  155. All the complicated details
  156. All the hills and vales along
  157. All the night sleep came not upon my eyelids,
  158. All things bright and beautiful,
  159. ALL things I can endure, save one.
  160. "All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
  161. All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
  162. All ye Poets of the Age!
  163. All-hail fair Earth, bearer of towns and towers,
  164. Almost afraid they led her in:
  165. Along the field as we came by
  166. Along the line of smoky hills
  167. Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie,
  168. Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
  169. Although you eat me to the root,
  170. Am I sadly cast aside,
  171. Amanda bids;--at her command again
  172. Amarantha sweet and fair
  173. AMAZING grace! (how sweet the sound!)
  174. Amber husk
  175. Amœbas at the start
  176. Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
  177. Among the smooth hills of Manika,
  178. Among the wondrous ways of men and time
  179. Among these latter busts we count by scores,
  180. Among twenty snowy mountains,
  181. Amy Margaret's five years old,
  182. An Anacreontick
  183. An anti-everything-you-list,
  184. An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still,
  185. An hendy hap ichabbe yhent;
  186. An hour before the sun goes down
  187. An old, mad, blind, despis'd, and dying king,
  188. An old maid in the land of Aloha
  189. An old man in a lodge within a park;
  190. An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers,
  191. And all is well, tho' faith and form
  192. And are ye sure the news is true?
  193. And did those feet in ancient time
  194. And did young Stephen sicken,
  195. "And if I did, what then?
  196. And is this--Yarrow?--This the stream
  197. And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
  198. And so bifel, whan comen was the tyme
  199. AND the first grey of morning fill'd the east,
  200. And, the last day being come, Man stood alone
  201. And then fate strikes us. First our joys decay.
  202. And this my hope sits high for time must pass,
  203. And this place our forefathers made for man!
  204. And thou art dead, as young and fair
  205. And though our soul live as imprison'd here
  206. And thus the people every year
  207. And was the day of my delight
  208. And who shall tell what ignominy death
  209. And wilt thou leave me thus?
  210. Andromeda, by Perseus sav'd and wed,
  211. Anger by your love o'ermaster,
  212. Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
  213. Another year!--another deadly blow!
  214. Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
  215. Appolinus his leve tok,
  216. April 9, 1999, 9:15 A.M.
  217. APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
  218. Are there two things, of all which men possess,
  219. Are you alive?
  220. 'Are you asleep?'
  221. Are you content, you pretty three-years’ wife?
  222. Arising from her jewelled bower,
  223. Arms that have never held me; lips of him
  224. Art thou a woman? -- so am I; and all
  225. Art thou pale for weariness
  226. Art thou pale for weariness
  227. Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
  228. As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage,
  229. As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
  230. "As certain also of your own poets have said"--
  231. As close as you your wedding kept,
  232. As from the house your mother sees
  233. As I came through the desert thus it was,
  234. As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,
  235. As I stood upon London Bridge and viewed the mighty throng
  236. As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
  237. As I was carving images from clouds,
  238. As I was so be yee,
  239. As I was strolling lonely in the Backs,
  240. As I was waiting for the tardy tram,
  241. As I was walking all alane,
  242. As I was walking down the street
  243. as I was walking down the street
  244. As imperceptibly as grief
  245. As in the mists of embryonic night,
  246. As it fell upon a day
  247. As king fishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
  248. As my letter must be brief,
  249. As once, if not with light regard,
  250. AS one who in his journey bates at Noone,
  251. As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew
  252. As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved
  253. As ships, becalm'd at eve, that lay
  254. As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood,
  255. As sometimes in a dead man's face,
  256. As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush,
  257. As thro' the land at eve we went,
  258. As virtuous men pass mildly away,
  259. AS when a ship, that flyes faire vnder saile,
  260. As you came from the holy land
  261. As you dread all pain and suffering,
  262. Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
  263. Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
  264. Ask not the cause why sullen spring
  265. Ask nothing of thy neighbour that
  266. Asleep or waking is it? for her neck,
  267. at 3 a.m. I run my tongue
  268. "At eve should be the time," they said,
  269. At evening, sitting on this terrace,
  270. At five o'clock they ring a tinkly bell;
  271. At last I entered a long dark gallery,
  272. At last we parley: we so strangely dumb
  273. At length, by so much importunity press'd,
  274. At liberty I sit and see
  275. At quite uncertain times and places,
  276. At school I sometimes read a book,
  277. At that cave's mouth twice sixteen porters stand,
  278. At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
  279. At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,
  280. At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
  281. Athelstan King,
  282. Athwart the harbor lingers yet
  283. Attend my words, my gentle knave,
  284. Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain,
  285. AURORA LEIGH, be humble. Shall I hope
  286. Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones
  287. Avising the bright beams of these fair eyes
  288. Awake, Æolian lyre, awake,
  289. AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
  290. Awake, glad heart! get up and sing!
  291. Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things
  292. Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreath'd hair,
  293. Ay, it is fitting on this holiday,
  294. Ay me, ay me, I sigh to see the scythe a-field;
  295. AY me, how many perils doe enfold
  296. Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
  297. Babies must not eat the coal
  298. Back and side go bare, go bare,
  299. Back to the flower-town, side by side,
  300. Back to the green deeps of the outer bay
  301. Bah, bah, black sheep,
  302. Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root,
  303. Bards of the Future! you that come
  304. Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
  305. Be near me when my light is low,
  306. Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
  307. Be the mistress of my choice,
  308. Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,
  309. Beat! beat! drums! -- blow! bugles! blow!
  310. Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
  311. Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
  312. Beauty sat bathing by a spring
  313. Beauty sat bathing by a spring,
  314. Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God
  315. Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm
  316. Because he was a butcher and thereby
  317. Because I could not stop for Death,
  318. Because I to my brethern wrote
  319. Before I see another day,
  320. Before my drift-wood fire I sit,
  321. Before our lives divide for ever,
  322. Before the seas and mountains were brought forth,
  323. Before the solemn bronze Saint Gaudens made
  324. Before the unavoidable journey there, no one becomes
  325. Behold her, single in the field,
  326. BEhold I see the hauen nigh at hand,
  327. Behold the rocky wall
  328. Beholde, o man! lyft up thyn eye and see
  329. Belgian, with cumbrous tread and iron boots,
  330. Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
  331. Belovèd, those who moan of love's brief day
  332. Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
  333. Beneath yon ruin'd abbey's moss-grown piles
  334. Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
  335. Beside the pounding cataracts
  336. Between the dark and the daylight,
  337. Between the dusk of a summer night
  338. Between the grey monotony of sky
  339. Between the hands, between the brows,
  340. Bewailing in my chamber thus allone,
  341. Beyond the calumny and wrong,
  342. Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star
  343. Bid me to live, and I will live
  344. Bird of the bitter bright grey golden morn
  345. Birthday greetings
  346. Black rolls the phantom chimney-smoke
  347. Blessings on thee, little man,
  348. blood ink paper have been my life I bore
  349. Blood of my blood, bone of my bone,
  350. "Blow, blow, thou winter wind."
  351. Blow, northerne wynd,
  352. Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
  353. Blown up with painful care and hard to light,
  354. Blue, blue is the sea to-day,
  355. Bob Southey! You're a poet--Poet-laureate,
  356. Boot, saddle, to horse and away!
  357. Booth led boldly with his big bass drum --
  358. Bow, wow, wow,
  359. Boys and girls come out to play,
  360. Boys and girls that held her dear,
  361. Brave infant of Saguntum, clear
  362. Break, break, break,
  363. Breathers of wisdom won without a quest,
  364. Brief was the reign of pure poetic truth
  365. Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
  366. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!
  367. Bring me my dead!
  368. Bring the good old bugle, boys! we'll sing another song --
  369. Britannia rules the waves,
  370. Brittle beauty, that nature made so frail,
  371. Broad shadows fall. On all the mountain side
  372. --Brook and road
  373. Broom out the floor now, lay the fender by,
  374. Brother, we do not lay you down so deep
  375. Brothers twain but single-hearted,
  376. Brown eyes,
  377. Buffalo Bill 's
  378. "Build me straight, O worthy Master!
  379. Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
  380. But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd,
  381. But do not let us quarrel any more,
  382. But ev'n as many (or more) quarrels cumber
  383. But half of me is woman grown;
  384. But he--to him, who knows what gift is thine,
  385. But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:
  386. But, learning now that they would have her speak,
  387. But let me change this theme, which grows too sad,
  388. But let us leave Queen Mab a while,
  389. But now I will begin my poem. 'Tis
  390. But now the second Morning, from her bow'r,
  391. But that which most I wonder at, which most
  392. But then there comes that moment rare
  393. But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth,
  394. But this is Salt Lake City, Utah.
  395. But where to find that happiest spot below
  396. By a dismal cypress lying,
  397. By Derwent's side my Father's cottage stood,
  398. By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed,
  399. By Nature's law, what may be, may be now;
  400. By night we linger'd on the lawn,
  401. By night we linger'd on the lawn,
  402. By night when others soundly slept
  403. By such an all-embalming summer day
  404. By that he ended had his ghostly sermon,
  405. By the Aurelian Wall,
  406. By the blue taper's trembling light,
  407. By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,
  408. By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
  409. By this he knew she wept with waking eyes:
  410. By this the Northerne wagoner had set
  411. By this the Northerne wagoner had set
  412. Bytuen{.e} Mersh and Averil,
  413. Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
  414. Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
  415. Call the roller of big cigars,
  416. Calling to mind since first my love begun,
  417. Calm is the morn without a sound,
  418. Calm is the morn without a sound,
  419. CALM was the day, and through the trembling air
  420. Calm was the even, and clear was the sky,
  421. Calm was the sea to which your course you kept,
  422. Can a maid that is well bred,
  423. Can I not sin, but thou wilt be
  424. Can life be a blessing,
  425. Can story-telling be a vice
  426. Can we believe -- by an effort
  427. Can we not force from widow'd poetry,
  428. Canst thou love me, lady?
  429. Canto 3
  430. CARDELIA. THE bassette-table spread, the tallier come,
  431. Care for thy soul as thing of greatest price,
  432. Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
  433. Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,
  434. Carven in leathern mask or brazen face,
  435. Cease, warring thoughts, and let his brain
  436. CHIDDEN still murmurs,
  437. Chide me not, darling, that I sing
  438. Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
  439. Child of a day, thou knowest not
  440. Child
  441. Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood,
  442. Children become, while little, our delights,
  443. Christ God who savest man, save most
  444. Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
  445. Christmas is here:
  446. Christo paremus canticam,
  447. Chronos, Chronos, mend thy pace,
  448. Clannesse who so kyndly cowþe comende
  449. Clear Ancor, on whose silver-sanded shore
  450. Clinches in the storeroom
  451. Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs,
  452. Close now thine eyes and rest secure;
  453. Close thine eyes and sleep secure,
  454. Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-
  455. Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel
  456. COLD in the earth -- and the deep snow piled above thee,
  457. Coldly, sadly descends
  458. Come all you friends and critics,
  459. "Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.
  460. Come back to me, who wait and watch for you:--
  461. Come, clear thy studious looks awhile,
  462. Come, come thou bleak December wind,
  463. Come, dear children, let us away;
  464. Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
  465. Come into the garden, Maud,
  466. Come, leave the loathed stage,
  467. Come, listen, my friend, Stephen Otter,
  468. Come live with me and be my love,
  469. Come live with me, and be my love,
  470. Come my Celia, let us prove,
  471. COME, my little Robert, near -- ,
  472. Come, my Lucasia, since we see
  473. Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.
  474. Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
  475. Come, spur away!
  476. Come take up your Hats, and away let us haste
  477. Come we shepherds whose blest sight
  478. Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,
  479. Come worthy Greek, Ulysses, come,
  480. Comin thro' the rye, poor body,
  481. Commute with me, my Love, and be merry;
  482. Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
  483. Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn:
  484. Contemplate all this work of Time,
  485. Contemplate all this work of Time,
  486. Could I have said while he was here,
  487. Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice?
  488. Could we forget the widow'd hour
  489. "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land,
  490. Courtiers, Courtiers think it no harm, &c.
  491. Creator Spirit, by whose aid
  492. Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
  493. CROPS like hedgehogs, high-crown'd hats,
  494. Cruelty has a human heart
  495. Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head,
  496. Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
  497. Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear
  498. D' ye know the little Wood-Mouse,
  499. Da Vinci and the man on the bed stare
  500. Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood
  501. DANCE little baby, dance up high,
  502. DANCINDA. " NO, fair DANCINDA, no ; you strive in vain
  503. Dark house, by which once more I stand
  504. Dark house, by which once more I stand
  505. Dark Isle of Mourning--aptly art thou named,
  506. Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
  507. Dawn is dim on the dark soft water,
  508. Dawn talks to Day
  509. Day of Satan's painful duty!
  510. De Injun summah's comin',
  511. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east,
  512. Dear Chloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face;
  513. Dear dark-brown waters full of all the stain
  514. Dear Dick, how e'er it comes into his head,
  515. Dear Doctor, I have read your play,
  516. Dear friend, far off, my lost desire,
  517. Dear FRIEND,
  518. Dear Hetty --
  519. Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned
  520. Dear love, for nothing less than thee
  521. Dear mother, dear mother, the church is cold,
  522. Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
  523. Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop
  524. Dear, why should you command me to my rest
  525. Dear wife, for more than thirty years
  526. Dear worthy husband! good old man!
  527. Dearest Mother! Far from thee
  528. Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
  529. DEATH is stronger than all the governments because
  530. Death, what hast thou to do with one for whom
  531. Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
  532. Deep on the convent-roof the snows
  533. Deep St. Mary's bell had sounded,
  534. Departing summer hath assumed
  535. Der Kaiser auf der Vaterland
  536. Dere 'a s beeg jam up de reever, w'ere rapide is runnin' fas',
  537. DEscend from Heav'n Urania, by that name
  538. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
  539. Dey is times in life when Nature
  540. Dickery, dickery dock,
  541. Did all the lets and bars appear
  542. Did you ever think as the hearse rolls by
  543. Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
  544. Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
  545. Ding dong bell,
  546. Ding dong, Ding dong,
  547. Dip down upon the northern shore,
  548. Dip down upon the northern shore
  549. Do not stand at my grave and weep
  550. Do we indeed desire the dead
  551. Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
  552. "Do you remember me? or are you proud?"
  553. Doctor Fell
  554. Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
  555. Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
  556. Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse
  557. Doors, where my heart was used to beat
  558. Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy?
  559. Dost see how unregarded now
  560. Dost thou look back on what hath been,
  561. Down from the hills and over the snow
  562. Down in the valley,
  563. Downtown anywhere and between the roil
  564. Drink to me only with thine eyes,
  565. Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
  566. Drop, drop, splash, splash,
  567. Drummed their boots on the camion floor,
  568. Dull and hard the low wind creaks
  569. Dull to myself, and almost dead to these
  570. Duncan Gray came here to woo,
  571. Each day when the glow of sunset
  572. Each lover knoweth what he likes
  573. Earth has not anything to show more fair:
  574. Earth, ocean, air, belovèd brotherhood!
  575. Earth rais'd up her head
  576. Easy does it -- bit o' trench 'ere,
  577. Eat thou and drink; to-morrow thou shalt die.
  578. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  579. Emily,
  580. Enchanting spirit! -- at thy votive shrine
  581. England! awake! awake! awake!
  582. England, with all thy faults, I love thee still--
  583. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.
  584. Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell, and the splendour of winter had passed out of sight,
  585. Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
  586. Erthe toc of erthe, erthe wyth woh.
  587. Escape me?
  588. Eternal and all-working God, which wast
  589. Eternal Time, that wastest without waste,
  590. Eternity is like unto a Ring.
  591. Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!
  592. Even as the sunne with purple-colourd face,
  593. Even in a palace, life may be led well!
  594. Even iron can put forth,
  595. Evening! as slow thy placid shades descend,
  596. Ever let the Fancy roam,
  597. Ever to be the best. To lead
  598. EXperience / thogh noon Auctoritee
  599. Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
  600. Fair Iris I love and hourly I die,
  601. Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair:
  602. Fair ship, that from the Italian shore
  603. Fair stood the wind for France,
  604. Fair tree! for thy delightful shade
  605. Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe rings
  606. "Faith" is a fine invention
  607. Fall, Hercules, from heaven, in tempests hurl'd,
  608. "False," they said, "thy Pale-face lover, from the land of waking morn ;
  609. Far above us where a jay
  610. Far, far from here,
  611. Far in a wild, unknown to public view,
  612. Far in the grim Northwest beyond the lines
  613. Farewell and adieu to you noble hearties, --
  614. Farewell! I go to sleep; but when
  615. Farewell love and all thy laws forever;
  616. Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
  617. Farewell, too little and too lately known,
  618. Far-off
  619. Fast by his wild resounding River
  620. Faster, faster,
  621. Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
  622. Father, dear father, come home with me now!
  623. Father, I know that all my life
  624. Faultless I from brim to sole,
  625. Faults of other men ye question,
  626. Félix Rándal the fárrier, O is he déad then? my dúty all énded,
  627. Fear death?--to feel the fog in my throat,
  628. Feminism, baby, feminism.
  629. Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
  630. Fie pleasure, fie! thou cloyest me with delight,
  631. Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest --
  632. First come I. My name is J-W-TT.
  633. First-born and final relic of the night,
  634. Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,
  635. Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
  636. Five years have past; five summers, with the length
  637. FLAVIA. THE wretched FLAVIA on her couch reclin'd,
  638. Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastnesse,
  639. Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
  640. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
  641. Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly!
  642. Flying deeper into the century
  643. Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
  644. [Fol. A1v] THE FAERIE
  645. [Fol. B3r; p. 19] Canto 2
  646. Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow;
  647. Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet;
  648. For beauty I am not a star,
  649. For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
  650. For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
  651. For many, many days together
  652. For that one angry word I spoke,
  653. For thee the birds shall never sing again,
  654. For this she starred her eyes with salt
  655. For this you've striven
  656. For those my unbaptized rhymes,
  657. For three years, out of key with his time,
  658. For war, plague, pestilence, flood, famine, fire,
  659. For we have thought the longer thoughts
  660. For weeks and weeks the autumn world stood still,
  661. Fore there neidfaerae naenig uuiurthit
  662. Forget not yet the tried intent
  663. Forget this rotten world, and unto thee
  664. Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone,
  665. Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
  666. Foweles in the frith,
  667. Frankie and Johnnie were lovers,
  668. Freedom, as every schoolboy knows,
  669. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land
  670. Friendship, like love, is but a name,
  671. From art, from nature, from the schools,
  672. From breakfast on through all the day
  673. From brightening fields of ether fair-disclos'd,
  674. From child to youth; from youth to arduous man;
  675. From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,
  676. From deserts wild and many a pathless wood
  677. From D-wks and Ch-tty at my tail
  678. From God he's a Back slider,
  679. From harmony, from Heav'nly harmony
  680. From holy flower to holy flower
  681. From low to high doth dissolution climb,
  682. From morn to midnight, all day through,
  683. From Persian looms the silk he wove
  684. From plains that reel to southward, dim,
  685. From Stirling castle we had seen
  686. From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine,
  687. From the dull confines of the drooping west
  688. From the forests and highlands
  689. From this valley they say you are going,
  690. From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race;
  691. From upland slopes I see the cows file by,
  692. From where I sit, I see the stars,
  693. Full fadom five thy Father lies,
  694. Full many a glorious morning have I seen
  695. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
  696. Gauntface or madshadow tell
  697. Gay minstrel of the Indian clime!
  698. Gazing upon him now, severe and dead,
  699. Gently on the stream of time,
  700. Geo: Their drinks to my drinks feels different,
  701. Geranium, houseleek, laid in oblong beds
  702. Germ of new life, whose powers expanding slow
  703. Get up, get up for shame, the blooming Morn
  704. "Get up!" the caller calls, "Get up!"
  705. Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice,
  706. Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land,
  707. Gin a body meet a body, comin thro' the rye,
  708. Gin a body meet a body
  709. Give a man a horse he can ride,
  710. Give me a few more hours to pass
  711. Give me Great God (said I) a Little Farm
  712. Give me more love or more disdain;
  713. Give me my scallop shell of quiet,
  714. Give me, O indulgent Fate!
  715. Give place, ye lovers, here before
  716. Glassmakers,
  717. Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts
  718. Glisten fretting the indigo of a plum,
  719. Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven
  720. Glory be to God for dappled things --
  721. Go along that road, and look at sorrow.
  722. Go and catch a falling star,
  723. Go, dumb-born book,
  724. Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill;
  725. Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
  726. Go lovely rose,
  727. Go perjur'd Youth and court what Nymph you please,
  728. God gave the world to Man in the Beginning.
  729. God gave us Cloaths to hide our Nakedness,
  730. God moves in a mysterious way,
  731. God never plucks me by the sleeve
  732. God of mercy, God of grace,
  733. God prosper long our noble Queen,
  734. God rest you merry, gentlemen,
  735. God save great George our king
  736. God! What a mockery is this life of ours!
  737. God's own best will bide the test
  738. God’s will is – the bud of the rose for your hair,
  739. Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece,
  740. Goggling with weak-muscled and diplopic eyes
  741. Gold on her head, and gold on her feet,
  742. Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village,
  743. Good and great God, can I not think of thee
  744. Good husbands make unhappy wives
  745. Good ladies, you that have your pleasure in exile,
  746. Good people all, of every sort,
  747. Good sisters mine, when I
  748. Good works done endure for ever,
  749. Good-bye, good-bye to Summer!
  750. Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home:
  751. Granny's come to our house,
  752. Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
  753. Green groweth the holly,
  754. Green ripples singing down the corn,
  755. Greenland's icy mountains are fascinating and grand,
  756. GR-H-ME am I, so calm, so bright,
  757. Grow old along with me!
  758. Grown about by fragrant bushes,
  759. GUIDERIUS. Feare no more the heate o' th' Sun,
  760. HAD cigarettes no ashes,
  761. "Had he and I but met
  762. Had I but lived a hundred years ago
  763. Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare,
  764. Had she come all the way for this,
  765. Had we but world enough, and time,
  766. HAil holy Light, ofspring of Heav'n first-born,
  767. Hail, mildly pleasing solitude,
  768. Hail native language, that by sinews weak
  769. Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
  770. Half a league, half a league,
  771. Half of my life is gone, and I have let
  772. Halted against the shade of a last hill,
  773. Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
  774. Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights
  775. Hanging from the beam,
  776. Happy the first of men, ere yet confin'd
  777. HAPPY the Man, who void of Cares and Strife,
  778. Happy those early days, when I
  779. Hark! -- heard ye the signals of triumph afar?
  780. Hark! ah, the nightingale--
  781. "Hark, hark!
  782. "Hark, hark!
  783. Hark, how all the welkin rings,
  784. "Hark! Lakshman! Hark, again that cry!
  785. Hark! the herald Angels sing,
  786. Hark! the herald Angels sing,
  787. Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge,
  788. Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
  789. Hate for hatred if ye render,
  790. Have any of you, passers-by,
  791. Have but one God: thy knees were sore
  792. "Have, then, thy wish!"--he whistled shrill,
  793. Have you ever heard of lynching in the great United States?
  794. Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay,
  795. Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance
  796. He brought a team from Inversnaid
  797. He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
  798. He could not die when trees were green,
  799. He did not wear his scarlet coat,
  800. He dressed hisself from top ter toe
  801. He dwelt among "apartments let,"
  802. He entered, but the mask he wore
  803. He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair
  804. he fell into my arms and said
  805. He fights where the fighting is thickest
  806. He glanced around to check if the treacherous gods
  807. He held no dream worth waking: so he said,
  808. He is gone on the mountain,
  809. He lived amidst th' untrodden ways
  810. He past; a soul of nobler tone:
  811. He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart
  812. He stood, a worn-out City clerk --
  813. He stood beside his dying child,
  814. He tasted love with half his mind,
  815. He that doth wend her,
  816. He that is void of any friend,
  817. He that loves a rosy cheek,
  818. 'He thought it had only been put there
  819. He wandered into the market
  820. He who would start and rise
  821. Hear me, O God!
  822. Hear the voice of the Bard!
  823. Heard you that shriek? It rose
  824. Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heauens gate sings,
  825. Heart-ache and heart-break – always that or this:
  826. Heart-affluence in discursive talk
  827. "Heaven bless the babe!" they said.
  828. Heavy with haze that merges and melts free
  829. Hef brings me flowers
  830. Heigho! the lark and the owl!
  831. Helen, thy beauty is to me
  832. Hence, all you vain delights,
  833. Hence loathed Melancholy,
  834. Hence vain deluding Joys,
  835. Her body is not so white as
  836. Her eyes are homes of silent prayer,
  837. Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,
  838. Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
  839. Her hair back from the wide round face
  840. Her I was and her I drank.
  841. Here a little child I stand
  842. Here am I, the often sat on
  843. Here as I sit by the Jumna bank,
  844. Here at the roots of the mountains,
  845. Here, by this pool, where herons stand and wait,
  846. Here clove the keels of centuries ago
  847. Here I am, an old man in a dry month,
  848. Here in the midnight, where the dark mainland and island
  849. Here, in this other world, they come and go
  850. Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
  851. here is little Effie's head
  852. Here is the height of land:
  853. Here is the House to hold me -- cradle of all the race;
  854. Here is the place; right over the hill
  855. Here lies poor Nick, an honest creature,
  856. Here take my picture; though I bid farewell
  857. Here take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse,
  858. Here the dead sleep--the quiet dead. No sound
  859. Here then we rest: "The Universal Cause
  860. Here, where precipitate Spring with one light bound
  861. Here where the grey rhenoster clothes the hill,
  862. Here, where the noises of the busy town,
  863. Here where the swaying dancers float,
  864. Here, where the world is quiet;
  865. Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
  866. Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
  867. Hie upon Hielands,
  868. High diddle, diddle,
  869. High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,
  870. HIgh on a Throne of Royal State, which far
  871. High on a Throne of state is seen
  872. High time now gan it wex for Una faire,
  873. HIgh time now gan it wex for Vna faire,
  874. High wisdom holds my wisdom less,
  875. Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,
  876. His cedar paddle, scented, red,
  877. His eye was wild and his face was taut with anger and hate and rage,
  878. His golden locks time hath to silver turn'd;
  879. His Grace! impossible! what, dead!
  880. His tombstone tells a tale of woe --
  881. Hitchhiking on the way to Colorado,
  882. Ho! is there any will ride with me,
  883. HOG Butcher for the World,
  884. Hold up the universe, good girl. Hold up
  885. Hold, witless Lobbin Clout, I thee advise,
  886. Holiness on the head,
  887. Holland, that scarce deserves the name of land,
  888. Home they brought her warrior dead:
  889. Home, thou return'st from Thames, whose naiads long
  890. "Hope" is the thing with feathers
  891. Hoping no offence, my dear Madam Green,
  892. Horrid, unwieldly, without form,
  893. How blest the land that counts among
  894. How can I listen to the moon?
  895. How can you lie so still? All day I watch
  896. How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!
  897. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
  898. How doth the little busy Bee
  899. "How doth the little crocodile
  900. How fares it with the happy dead?
  901. How fares it with the happy dead?
  902. How frail
  903. How happy he, who free from care
  904. How happy is he born or taught,
  905. How like a winter hath my absence been
  906. How like an angel came I down!
  907. How like an ocean is existence here,
  908. HOW like her! But 'tis she herself,
  909. How many a father have I seen,
  910. How many paltry, foolish, painted things,
  911. How much grit do you think you've got?
  912. How pure at heart and sound in head,
  913. How rich the wave, in front, imprest
  914. "How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits
  915. "How shall I be a poet?
  916. How shall I choose to wish you happiness
  917. How should I praise thee, Lord! How should my rhymes
  918. How sleep the brave who sink to rest
  919. How small a thing am I, of no repute,
  920. How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
  921. How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves,
  922. How strange the sculptures that adorn these towers!
  923. How sweet I roam'd from field to field,
  924. "How sweetly," said the trembling maid,
  925. How vainly men themselves amaze
  926. How was November's melancholy endear'd to me
  927. Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore,
  928. Humanity i love you
  929. Hush-a-by Baby
  930. Huzza! Hodgson, we are going,
  931. Hwæt. We Gardena in geardagum,
  932. Hymen, O Hymen king,
  933. I. Consider the tragic fortitude
  934. I abide and abide and better abide,
  935. I am a little world made cunningly
  936. I am a most superior person, Mary,
  937. I am a parcel of vain strivings tied
  938. I am a poor tiler in simple array,
  939. I am a slave, both dumb and blind,
  940. I am ABB-TT: where I go
  941. I am AB-L C-SS-M Khan,
  942. I am afraid to think about my death,
  943. I am BR-NS-N; Nature's laws
  944. I am CH-YNE: I confess
  945. I am C-MM-NG. I inveigle
  946. I am Eve, great Adam's wife,
  947. I am featly-tripping L-E,
  948. I am H--L-Y, blond and merry,
  949. I am H-M-LT-N; my mission
  950. I am L-CY; when I play
  951. I am little SM-TH, who glances
  952. I am nae poet, in a sense,
  953. I am not ambitious at all:
  954. I am not of those miserable males
  955. i am not really there.
  956. I am packing to go to the airport
  957. I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave!
  958. I am that which began;
  959. I am the ancient one, the many-handed,
  960. I am the apostle B--CH-NG,
  961. I AM the people -- the mob--the crowd--the mass.
  962. I am the pillars of the house;
  963. I am tired of planning and toiling
  964. I am Truthful J-M-S, whose bent
  965. I am two fools, I know,
  966. I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
  967. I am! yet what I am none cares or knows,
  968. I arise from dreams of thee
  969. I begin to understand the old men, parked on benches
  970. I, being born a woman and distressed
  971. I bended unto me a bough of May,
  972. I bought that TV at John's TV
  973. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
  974. I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,
  975. I came up to-night to the station, the tramp had been longish and cold,
  976. I can love both fair and brown;
  977. I cannot change, as others do,
  978. I cannot choose but think upon the time
  979. I cannot love thee as I ought,
  980. I cannot see the features right,
  981. I care not for my Lady's soul
  982. I cast the Net of Memory,
  983. I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
  984. I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
  985. I chose the place where I would rest
  986. I climb the hill: from end to end
  987. I come from fields of fractured ice,
  988. I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw,
  989. I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
  990. "I die, I die!" the Mother said,
  991. I drank at every vine.
  992. I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
  993. I dream of you to wake: would that I might
  994. I dream'd there would be Spring no more,
  995. I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
  996. I dreamt last night of you, John-John,
  997. I drove a golf-ball into the air;
  998. I dug, beneath the cypress shade,
  999. I enter, and I see thee in the gloom
  1000. I envy not in any moods
  1001. I envy not in any moods
  1002. I feel I'm growing old, Mary,
  1003. I feel
  1004. I felt a funeral in my brain,
  1005. I find no peace, and all my war is done.
  1006. I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
  1007. I found me in a great surging space,
  1008. I gave my thoughts a golden peach,
  1009. I go not to the grave to weep,
  1010. "I grant you ample leave
  1011. I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
  1012. I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
  1013. I had a little Sorrow,
  1014. I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,
  1015. I had eight birds hatcht in one nest,
  1016. I haue a gentil cook,
  1017. I have a boy of five years old,
  1018. I have a clock, and there it stands
  1019. I have a rendezvous with Death
  1020. 'I have always felt that desolation,
  1021. I have been a foster
  1022. I have been brave in my way,
  1023. I have been here before,
  1024. I have been one of the fortunate ones of the Earth,
  1025. i have been thinking of the long arms of peasant girls,
  1026. I have come to the borders of sleep,
  1027. I Have examin'd and do find,
  1028. I have had enough.
  1029. I have had playmates, I have had companions,
  1030. I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end;
  1031. I have lost, and lately, these
  1032. "I have no name:
  1033. I have no wit, no words, no tears;
  1034. I have not walked on common ground,
  1035. I have seen the Cliffs of Dover
  1036. I have to admit it's a strange feeling
  1037. I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk:
  1038. I hear a cry from the Sansard cave,
  1039. I hear a river thro' the valley wander
  1040. I hear the halting footsteps of a lass
  1041. I hear the noise about thy keel;
  1042. I heard a fly buzz when I died;
  1043. I heard a small sad sound,
  1044. I heard a thousand blended notes,
  1045. I HEARD a woman's lips
  1046. I heard an Angel singing
  1047. I heard men saying, Leave hope and praying,
  1048. I heard the spring wind whisper
  1049. I heard the trailing garments of the Night
  1050. I heard the young lads singing
  1051. I held it truth, with him who sings
  1052. I hid my love when young till I
  1053. I hope I'm fond of much that's good,
  1054. I hoped, that with the brave and strong,
  1055. "I, if I perish, perish"--Esther spake:
  1056. I joy, dear mother, when I view
  1057. I kening through Astronomy Divine
  1058. I knew a Princess: she was old,
  1059. I know a very tiresome Man
  1060. I know how to ring down a chime of dimes
  1061. I know not why my soul is rack'd:
  1062. I know that he told that I snared his soul
  1063. I know that this was Life, -- the track
  1064. I know the ways of learning; both the head
  1065. I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish
  1066. I know what my heart is like
  1067. I know
  1068. I laid the strewings, darling, on thine urn;
  1069. I leant upon a coppice gate
  1070. I leave for thee, beloved one,
  1071. I leave thy praises unexpress'd
  1072. I lift mine eyes, and all the windows blaze
  1073. I like Americans.
  1074. I like Canadians.
  1075. i like my body when it is with your
  1076. I like not tears in tune, nor do I prize
  1077. I like relativity and quantum theories
  1078. I like the old house tolerably well,
  1079. I like to see it lap the miles,
  1080. I live on Canada en Bas --
  1081. I lived with visions for my company,
  1082. I loathe that I did love,
  1083. I long to talk with some old lover's ghost,
  1084. I lov'd you first: but afterwards your love
  1085. I love all beauteous things,
  1086. I love all sights of earth and skies,
  1087. I LOVE corned beef -- I never knew
  1088. I LOVE it, I love it; and who shall dare
  1089. I love old earth! Why should I lift my wings,
  1090. I loved an old doll made of bleached
  1091. I loved her countenance whereon,
  1092. I loved her too, this woman who is dead.
  1093. I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
  1094. I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
  1095. I make truce with you, Walt Whitman --
  1096. I met a traveller from an antique land,
  1097. I met him down upon the pier,
  1098. I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might,
  1099. I never hear the word "escape"
  1100. I never made a poem, dear friend--
  1101. I NEVER SAW A PURPLE COW,
  1102. I never saw a wild thing
  1103. I never saw the man whom you describe.
  1104. I now think Love is rather deaf than blind,
  1105. I observe: `Our sentimental friend the moon!
  1106. I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold
  1107. I painted a picture for Arlene, and wrote
  1108. I past beside the reverend walls
  1109. I prithee spare me gentle boy,
  1110. I remember, I remember,
  1111. I remember, well remember,
  1112. I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
  1113. I sat and read Anacreon.
  1114. I sat at noontide in my tent,
  1115. I saw a chapel all of gold
  1116. I saw a Melancholy Wasp
  1117. I saw a ship of martial build
  1118. I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
  1119. I saw Eternity the other night,
  1120. I saw fair Chloris walk alone,
  1121. I saw her in a Broadway car,
  1122. I saw him once before,
  1123. I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
  1124. I saw my soul at rest upon a day
  1125. I saw the city's towers on a luminous pale-gray sky;
  1126. I saw three ships come sailing in
  1127. I saw where in the shroud did lurk
  1128. "I saw you take his kiss!" "'Tis true."
  1129. I see him through the keyhole,
  1130. I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep
  1131. I see the harsh, wind-ridden, eastward hill,
  1132. I shall be spun. There is a voice within
  1133. I shall forget you presently, my dear,
  1134. I shall not go with pain
  1135. I shall not see thee. Dare I say
  1136. I shall not sprinkle with dust
  1137. I shall not wonder more, then,
  1138. I shot an arrow into the air,
  1139. I shudder from your beauty. Hour by hour
  1140. I sing of autumn and the falling fruit
  1141. I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,
  1142. I sing the body electric,
  1143. I sing the man who Judah's sceptre bore
  1144. I sing to him that rests below,
  1145. I slipped past the sharks.
  1146. I slumbered with your poems on my breast
  1147. I sometimes hold it half a sin
  1148. I sometimes hold it half a sin
  1149. I spent the longest time
  1150. I SPOT the hills
  1151. I stand at noon upon the heated flags
  1152. I stood in a princely hall, and where
  1153. I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
  1154. I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
  1155. I struck the board, and cried, "No more!
  1156. I syng of a mayden
  1157. I takes and paints,
  1158. I tell thee, Dick, where I have been,
  1159. I that in heill wes and gladnes,
  1160. I: THE MOTOR: 1905
  1161. I, the scourge-wielder, balance-wrecker,
  1162. I think I should have loved you presently,
  1163. I think that I shall never see
  1164. I thought he was dumb,
  1165. I thought it was the little bed
  1166. I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
  1167. I thought once how Theocritus had sung
  1168. I threaten'd to observe the strict decree
  1169. I too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle.
  1170. I travelled among unknown men,
  1171. I trust I have not wasted breath:
  1172. I used to think
  1173. I vex my heart with fancies dim:
  1174. I wage not any feud with Death
  1175. I wage not any feud with Death
  1176. I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day ,
  1177. I walk in a garden of roses,
  1178. I walk the old frequented ways
  1179. I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour,
  1180. I wander thro' each charter'd street,
  1181. I wandered lonely as a cloud
  1182. I want a hero: an uncommon want,
  1183. I WANT to go home,
  1184. I want you to see the hole in my shirt where your
  1185. I was a harness horse,
  1186. I was a Poet!
  1187. I was angry with my friend.
  1188. "I was bat seven year alld
  1189. I was never this beautiful.
  1190. I was sittin’ in me dug-out,
  1191. I was spawned from the glacier,
  1192. I was the Widow McFarlane,
  1193. I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!
  1194. I watch'd thy merry gambols on the sand,
  1195. I weep for Adonais--he is dead!
  1196. I went to the dances at Chandlerville,
  1197. I went to the Garden of Love,
  1198. I went to turn the grass once after one
  1199. I Who e're while the happy Garden sung,
  1200. I will give you all my keys,
  1201. I will not shut me from my kind,
  1202. I will not wash my face;
  1203. I will teach you my townspeople
  1204. I will tell my son over and over again,
  1205. I will write a sketch of my early life,
  1206. I wish I could remember that first day,
  1207. I wish I loved the Human Race;
  1208. I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
  1209. I Wish that my Room had a Floor!
  1210. I wish we could control this revolting
  1211. I, with whose colours Myra dress'd her head,
  1212. I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
  1213. I wonder do you feel to-day
  1214. I wonder what those lovers mean, who say
  1215. I would give my husband drawings for grocery lists,
  1216. I would have been as great as George Eliot
  1217. I would I might forget that I am I,
  1218. I would not wish thee other than thou art;
  1219. I would to God, that mine old age might have
  1220. I write my name as one,
  1221. i wrote poems mainly that first year,
  1222. I
  1223. I
  1224. I
  1225. I
  1226. I.
  1227. Ianthe! you are call'd to cross the sea!
  1228. Ich am of Irlaunde
  1229. Ichot a burde in bour{.e} bryht,
  1230. I'd Rather have Fingers than Toes;
  1231. I'd rather
  1232. If a daughter you have, she's the plague of your life,
  1233. If all the trees in all the woods were men;
  1234. If all the world and love were young,
  1235. If any vague desire should rise,
  1236. If any vision should reveal
  1237. If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,
  1238. If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
  1239. If death be good,
  1240. If, dumb too long, the drooping Muse hath stay'd,
  1241. If ever I marry, I'll marry a maid;
  1242. If ever two were one, then surely we.
  1243. If from the public way you turn your steps
  1244. If I close my eyes now, I can still see them
  1245. If I could live without the thought of death,
  1246. If I could trust mine own self with your fate,
  1247. If I don't drive around the park,
  1248. If I had but two little wings
  1249. If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
  1250. If I live to be old, for I find I go down,
  1251. If I should die, think only this of me:
  1252. If I should die this night, (as well might be,
  1253. If I should die to-night
  1254. If I should die to-night,
  1255. If I when my wife is sleeping
  1256. If, in thy second state sublime,
  1257. If I've dared laugh at you, Robert Browning,
  1258. If love now reigned as it hath been
  1259. If man him bethocte
  1260. If music and sweet poetry agree,
  1261. If one should bring me this report,
  1262. If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
  1263. If she be not as kind as fair,
  1264. If Sleep and Death be truly one,
  1265. If the red slayer think he slays,
  1266. If the wild bowler thinks he bowls,
  1267. If there be any one can take my place
  1268. If there exists a hell – the case is clear –
  1269. If there were dreams to sell,
  1270. If these brief lays, of Sorrow born,
  1271. If they, more petite
  1272. If thou must love me, let it be for nought
  1273. If thou survive my well-contented day,
  1274. If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,
  1275. If we change as she is changing,
  1276. If we must die, let it not be like hogs
  1277. If yet I have not all thy love,
  1278. If you are sulky, Nova Scotia,
  1279. If you evah go to Houston,
  1280. If you live along with all the other people
  1281. If you refuse me once, and think again,
  1282. I'm a rattling boy from Dublin town,
  1283. I'm AD-MS, once a Wesleyan,
  1284. I'm an ol' king bee, honey,
  1285. I'm BR-DL-Y, and I bury deep
  1286. I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
  1287. I'm GR-NT D-FF, with much misgiving
  1288. I'm nobody! Who are you?
  1289. 'I'M off my game,' the golfer said,
  1290. I'm Sure every Word that you say is Absurd;
  1291. I'm the Iron Needle-Woman!
  1292. Imagine that any mind ever thought a red geranium!
  1293. Immortal Heat, O let Thy greater flame
  1294. Immortal Love, author of this great frame,
  1295. IMPRIMIS -- My departed Shade I trust
  1296. In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,
  1297. In a famed town of Caledonia's land,
  1298. In a herber green asleep whereas I lay,
  1299. In a solitude of the sea
  1300. In a somer sesun, whon softe was the sonne,
  1301. In a still room at hush of dawn,
  1302. In a wild moraine of forgotten books,
  1303. In an ocean, 'way out yonder,
  1304. In bed I muse on Tenier's boors,
  1305. In contact, lo! the flint and steel,
  1306. In distant countries I have been,
  1307. In Flanders fields the poppies blow
  1308. In flat America, in Chicago,
  1309. In good King Charles's golden days,
  1310. In Heaven,
  1311. In him inexplicably mix'd appear'd
  1312. In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire,
  1313. In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame,
  1314. in Just-
  1315. In Kitchener, Hallowe'en frost chokes roses,
  1316. In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
  1317. In Ocean's wide domains,
  1318. In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour,
  1319. In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin,
  1320. In pitched night fog, I stagger upon Fear –-
  1321. In Scarlet towne, where I was borne,
  1322. In Scotland there was a babie born,
  1323. In secret place where once I stood
  1324. In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
  1325. In serious jest, and jesting seriousness,
  1326. In shorter time, kind Sir, contrive
  1327. In silent night when rest I took,
  1328. In sober mornings do thou not rehearse
  1329. In spite of all the learned have said,
  1330. In that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd,
  1331. In the cold I will rise, I will bathe
  1332. In the dacent ould days
  1333. In the Garden of Eden lay Adam
  1334. In the gloom of whiteness,
  1335. In the late afternoon,
  1336. In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
  1337. In the month of the long decline of roses
  1338. In the photographs the reporters took
  1339. In the rain in the rain in the rain in the rain in Spain.
  1340. In the sad November time,
  1341. In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
  1342. In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
  1343. In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands
  1344. In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
  1345. In this lone, open glade I lie,
  1346. In those old days which poets say were golden --
  1347. In those sad words I took farewell:
  1348. In time and measure perfect moves
  1349. In vain, dear Madam, yes in vain you strive;
  1350. In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine,
  1351. In vain we broider cap and cloak, and fold
  1352. In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene,
  1353. In visions of the dark night
  1354. In winter I get up at night,
  1355. In women is rest, peas, and pacience --
  1356. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
  1357. Indians were made up?
  1358. Infinity, when all things it beheld
  1359. Inside my Eden I can find no snake.
  1360. INTO the darkness whence they came,
  1361. Into these loves, who but for passion looks,
  1362. Is it possible
  1363. Is it, then, regret for buried time
  1364. Is it, then, regret for buried time
  1365. `Is Sin, then, fair?'
  1366. is the name of the game
  1367. Is there, for honest poverty,
  1368. Is this a holy thing to see
  1369. Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!
  1370. It begins with Diane – the gold shingles of her razored hair
  1371. It came upon the midnight clear,
  1372. It ended, and the morrow brought the task.
  1373. It fell about the Martinmas time,
  1374. It fell about the Martinmas,
  1375. It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands,
  1376. It fortifies my soul to know
  1377. It hain't no use to grumble and complane;
  1378. It happened once, some men of Italy
  1379. It happened
  1380. It has to do with full moments
  1381. It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
  1382. It is an ancient Mariner,
  1383. It is an ancyent Marinere,
  1384. It is not, Celia, in our power
  1385. It is not that I love you less
  1386. It is not to be thought of that the Flood
  1387. It is portentous, and a thing of state
  1388. It is so long ago; and men well-nigh
  1389. It is the day when he was born,
  1390. It is the first mild day of March:
  1391. It is the place I return to.
  1392. It isn't the thing you do, dear;
  1393. It lies around us like a cloud,
  1394. It little profits that an idle king,
  1395. It occurred to me that we should write down the names of the dead.
  1396. It once might have been, once only:
  1397. It ought to be lovely to be old
  1398. It 's autumn in the country I remember.
  1399. It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
  1400. --It seems a day
  1401. It seems a hundred years or more
  1402. It sleeps among the thousand hills
  1403. It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home,
  1404. It was a' for our rightful king
  1405. It was a phantom of delight
  1406. It was a summer evening,
  1407. It was an English ladye bright,
  1408. It was an icy day.
  1409. It was biting cold, and the falling snow,
  1410. It was in and about the Martinmas time,
  1411. It was many and many a year ago,
  1412. It was not death, for I stood up,
  1413. It was shady deals and
  1414. It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down,
  1415. It was the schooner Hesperus,
  1416. IT was the south : mid-everything,
  1417. It's all for nothing: I've lost im now.
  1418. It's goodbye now to Africa, but kiss your hand again
  1419. It's like a bus: "we're all full up",
  1420. It's little I care what path I take,
  1421. It's up and away from our work to-day,
  1422. "I've been having these
  1423. I've been list'nin' to them lawyers
  1424. I've known rivers:
  1425. I've often watched you, centipede,
  1426. I've really done enough of sums,
  1427. I've trod the links with many a man,
  1428. I’m pullin’ orf me colours
  1429. I’m simply surrounded by lovers,
  1430. I’ve a little wet home in the trench,
  1431. I’ve seen the champions of the land,
  1432. Jack and Gill
  1433. Jack Sprat
  1434. JACK was a swarthy, swaggering son-of-a-gun.
  1435. (January 7, 1915)
  1436. Jenny kissed me when we met,
  1437. Jesse Quantrill, Miller
  1438. Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee,
  1439. Just a little scrap of paper
  1440. Just as my fingers on these keys
  1441. Just for a handful of silver he left us,
  1442. Just now the lilac is in bloom,
  1443. "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,
  1444. Kaffir baby, Kaffir baby,
  1445. Kanagaroo, Kangaroo!
  1446. Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,
  1447. Keep me, I pray, in wisdom's way
  1448. Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,
  1449. Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids
  1450. King Charles, and who'll do him right now?
  1451. King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport,
  1452. Kingdomes are but cares;
  1453. "kitty". sixteen, 5' 11", white, prostitute.
  1454. Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears,
  1455. Knees up, Mother Brown,
  1456. Knight-errant of the Never-ending Quest,
  1457. Know Celia, since thou art so proud,
  1458. Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
  1459. Know you fair, on what you look;
  1460. Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
  1461. LADY LORGNETTE, of the lifted lash,
  1462. Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were,
  1463. Land of hope and glory, Mother of the free,
  1464. Lars Porsena of Clusium
  1465. Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
  1466. Last night -- it was a lovely night,
  1467. LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles
  1468. Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
  1469. Last night I heard your voice, mother,
  1470. Late at e'en, drinking the wine,
  1471. Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!
  1472. Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,
  1473. Laude, honor, prasingis, thankis infynite
  1474. Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
  1475. Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
  1476. Lay a garland on my hearse,
  1477. Le nègre negated, meagre, c'est moi:
  1478. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
  1479. Lean back, and get some minutes' peace;
  1480. Learn then what morals critics ought to show,
  1481. Leave him now quiet by the way
  1482. Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust;
  1483. "Leg over leg
  1484. "Leg over leg
  1485. Lenten is come with loue to toune,
  1486. Lenten ys come with love to toun{.e},
  1487. Less than the dust, beneath thy Chariot wheel,
  1488. "Lest that by any means
  1489. Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine,
  1490. Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
  1491. Let it no longer be a forlorn hope
  1492. Let it not your wonder move,
  1493. Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,
  1494. Let me not to the marriage of true minds
  1495. Let me pour forth
  1496. Let me thy Properties explain,
  1497. Let observation with extensive view,
  1498. Let others sing of knights and paladines
  1499. Let the bird of loudest lay
  1500. Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade
  1501. Let the proud White Man boast his flocks,
  1502. Let them bestow on ev'ry airth a limb;
  1503. Let those who are in favour with their stars
  1504. Let us be much with Nature; not as they
  1505. Let us begin and carry up this corpse,
  1506. Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear.
  1507. Let us go hence: the night is now at hand;
  1508. Let us go then, you and I,
  1509. Lie down -- lie down! -- my noble hound,
  1510. Lieutenant Keen was "great," and yet
  1511. Life has loveliness to sell,
  1512. Life is too grim with anxious, eating care
  1513. Light falls the rain
  1514. Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,
  1515. Lighted Agni flames forth high,
  1516. Like a huge Python, winding round and round
  1517. Like a lone Arab, old and blind,
  1518. Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
  1519. Like a white snowdrop in the spring
  1520. Like as a huntsman after weary chase,
  1521. Like as the armed knight
  1522. Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,
  1523. Like fruit that's large and ripe and mellow,
  1524. Like labour-laden moonclouds faint to flee
  1525. Like the coat of many colors, the letters, scraps,
  1526. Like the ghost of a dear friend dead
  1527. Like the gurgling brook that patters by
  1528. Like to the clear in highest sphere
  1529. Listen. .
  1530. Listen, children:
  1531. Listen, my children, and you shall hear
  1532. Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
  1533. Little cowboy, painted on
  1534. Little I ask; my wants are few;
  1535. Little Jack Horner
  1536. Little Lamb, who made thee?
  1537. Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
  1538. Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,
  1539. little tree
  1540. Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord,
  1541. Living, I had no might
  1542. Lo, a shadow of horror is risen
  1543. Lo, as a dove when up she springs
  1544. Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
  1545. Lo from our loitering ship a new land at last to be seen;
  1546. Lo I the man, whose Muse whilome did maske,
  1547. LO I the man, whose Muse whilome did maske,
  1548. Lo! in the painted oriel of the West,
  1549. Lo now! four other acts upon the stage,
  1550. LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
  1551. Lo, the Beast that rioteth,
  1552. Lo! where he crouches by the cleugh's dark side,
  1553. Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours,
  1554. London, hast thou accused me
  1555. London, thou art of town{.e}s A per se.
  1556. Long had our dull forefathers slept supine,
  1557. Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona,
  1558. Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies!
  1559. Look at them standing there in authority
  1560. Look, Delia, how w' esteem the half-blown rose,
  1561. Look, Delia, how we 'steem the half-blown rose,
  1562. Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
  1563. Lord, confound this surly sister,
  1564. Lord of my heart's elation,
  1565. Lord of unnumbered hopes, unnumbered prayers,
  1566. Lord, Thou hast given me a cell
  1567. Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
  1568. Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round!
  1569. Lords, knights, and squires, the num'rous band,
  1570. Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
  1571. Love came to Flora asking for a flower
  1572. Love ere he bleeds, an eagle in high skies,
  1573. Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
  1574. Love has gone a-rocketing.
  1575. Love, I adore the contours of thy shape,
  1576. Love in fantastic triumph sat,
  1577. Love in my bosom like a bee,
  1578. Love in thy youth, fair maid; be wise,
  1579. Love is and was my Lord and King,
  1580. Love is and was my Lord and King,
  1581. Love is enough: cherish life that abideth,
  1582. Love is enough: draw near and behold me
  1583. Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow
  1584. Love is enough: ho ye who seek saving,
  1585. Love is enough: it grew up without heeding
  1586. Love is enough: though the World be a-waning
  1587. Love is enough: through the trouble and tangle
  1588. Love is enough: while ye deemed him a-sleeping,
  1589. "Love me, for I love you"--and answer me,
  1590. Love not me for comely grace,
  1591. Love not too much. But how,
  1592. "Love seeketh not itself to please,
  1593. Love still has something of the sea,
  1594. Love that doth reign and live within my thought
  1595. Love, thou are absolute sole lord
  1596. Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
  1597. LOVE, was it yesternoon, or years agone,
  1598. Love, what ailed thee to leave life that was made lovely, we thought, with love?
  1599. Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
  1600. Lovely, lasting peace of mind!
  1601. `Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
  1602. LOVING friend, the gift of one,
  1603. Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
  1604. Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are
  1605. Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
  1606. Lusty Youth should us ensue,
  1607. Luxurious man, to bring his vice in use,
  1608. Lyth and lystyn, gentilmen,
  1609. Ma dame, ye ben of al beaute shryne
  1610. Madam Life's a piece in bloom
  1611. Madam, withouten many words
  1612. Madam would speak with me. So, now it comes:
  1613. Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
  1614. Maiden, and mistress of the months and stars
  1615. Maiden in the mor lay,
  1616. Make me, O Lord, thy Spining Wheele compleate.
  1617. Make we mery bothe more and lasse,
  1618. Making his advances
  1619. Mamua, when our laughter ends,
  1620. Man may escape from rope and gun;
  1621. Man stomping over my bed in boots
  1622. Man, the egregious egoist,
  1623. Man's a poor deluded bubble,
  1624. Man's Reason is in such deep insolvency to sense,
  1625. Man's rich with little, were his judgment true;
  1626. Many a green isle needs must be
  1627. Many in aftertimes will say of you
  1628. Many the nights that have passed,
  1629. Man’s rich with little, were his Judgment true,
  1630. Marching along, fifty-score strong,
  1631. Margaret, are you grieving
  1632. Margaret, in happy hour,
  1633. Mark the subtle smile that trickles
  1634. Mary had a little lamb,
  1635. Mary, in a fit of blues,
  1636. Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
  1637. Master of the murmuring courts
  1638. Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree.
  1639. Max plac'd a ring on little Katie's hand,
  1640. May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
  1641. May no man slepe in youre halle
  1642. May the Babylonish curse,
  1643. MEan while the new-baptiz'd, who yet remain'd
  1644. MEanwhile the hainous and despightfull act
  1645. Meanwhile the heinous and despiteful act
  1646. Meanwhile
  1647. Meintjes Kopje! Meintjes Kopje!
  1648. Memory, hither come,
  1649. Men, brother men, that after us yet live,
  1650. Men call you fair, and you do credit it,
  1651. Men drop so fast, ere Life’s mid Stage we tread,
  1652. Men of the Twenty-first
  1653. Men say they know many things;
  1654. Men seldom make passes
  1655. Mercator a map
  1656. Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer
  1657. Methinks in Him there dwells alway
  1658. Methought I saw my late espoused saint
  1659. 'Mid my gold-brown curls
  1660. 'Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam,
  1661. Mild is the parting year, and sweet
  1662. Mild, melancholy, and sedate, he stands,
  1663. Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
  1664. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
  1665. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
  1666. Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know
  1667. Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness.
  1668. Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
  1669. Misfortune is a darling, ever
  1670. Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
  1671. Miss, I'm a Pensive Protoplasm,
  1672. Miss Nancy Ellicott
  1673. Mist clogs the sunshine.
  1674. Monarch of Gods and Dæmons, and all Spirits
  1675. More discontents I never had
  1676. "More than my brothers are to me," --
  1677. Morning and evening
  1678. Moses, from whose loins I sprung,
  1679. Most dreams are like the tide upon the beach
  1680. Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day,
  1681. Most happy letters, fram'd by skilful trade,
  1682. Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
  1683. Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
  1684. "MOTHER, Mother, here comes Malthus,
  1685. Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
  1686. Mount -- mount for the hunting -- with musket and spear!
  1687. Move him into the sun--
  1688. Mr. Kessler, you know, was in the army,
  1689. Much do I love, at civic treat,
  1690. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
  1691. Much more for the regent life,
  1692. Much suspected by me,
  1693. Muses that sing love's sensual empery,
  1694. Music, when soft voices die,
  1695. Must I then see, alas, eternal night
  1696. My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled ,
  1697. My body, eh? Friend Death, how now?
  1698. My candle burns at both ends;
  1699. My childhood's home I see again,
  1700. My dame and I, full twenty years,
  1701. My days among the Dead are past;
  1702. My dear and only Love, I pray
  1703. My dear G.,
  1704. My desk is cleared of the litter of ages;
  1705. My eye, descending from the hill, surveys
  1706. My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
  1707. MY father and mother are dead,
  1708. My father knows the proper way
  1709. My father used to say,
  1710. My Feet they haul me Round the House,
  1711. My first thought was, he lied in every word,
  1712. My friend iudge not me,
  1713. My friend, the things that do attain
  1714. MY future will not copy fair my past
  1715. My galley, chargèd with forgetfulness,
  1716. My glad feet shod with the glittering steel
  1717. My God, I heard this day
  1718. My grand-father's clock was too large for the shelf,
  1719. My hair is grey, but not with years,
  1720. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
  1721. "My heart," he said, "is the heart
  1722. My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
  1723. My heart is like a singing bird
  1724. My lefe ys faren in a lond.
  1725. My letters! all dead paper, ... mute and white ! --
  1726. My life is governed by the clock,
  1727. My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes
  1728. My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
  1729. My Loue in her Attyre doth shew her witt,
  1730. My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend!
  1731. My love has talk'd with rocks and trees;
  1732. My love is of a birth as rare
  1733. My love looks like a girl to-night,
  1734. My love, once upon a time your poet launched a great epic in his mind.
  1735. My love’s an arbutus
  1736. My low deserts consist not with applause
  1737. My lute awake! perform the last
  1738. My masters twain made me a bed
  1739. My mind hovered over my baby, like
  1740. My mind to me a kingdom is;
  1741. My mind was once the true survey
  1742. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
  1743. My mither's ay glowran o'er me,
  1744. My mother bore me in the southern wild,
  1745. My mother groan'd! my father wept.
  1746. "My mother says I must not pass
  1747. My mother's maids, when they did sew and spin,
  1748. My own dear love, he is strong and bold
  1749. My own dim life should teach me this,
  1750. MY postman, though I fear thy tread,
  1751. My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
  1752. My shoulders ache beneath my pack
  1753. My silks and fine array,
  1754. My sister! my sweet sister! if a name
  1755. My Soul, there is a country
  1756. My thoughts hold mortal strife,
  1757. My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
  1758. My white canoe, like the silvery air
  1759. Myself am Hang the buccaneer,
  1760. Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew
  1761. NAE shoon to hide her tiny taes,
  1762. Naima, I should perfume my letters,
  1763. Nature and man should join with one accord
  1764. Nature's first green is gold,
  1765. Nay, only look what I have found!
  1766. --Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely yew-tree stands
  1767. Nearer, my God, to Thee,
  1768. "Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going?
  1769. Nelly, methinks, 'twixt thee and me
  1770. Never seek to tell thy love
  1771. Never the time and the place
  1772. Never think you fortune can bear the sway
  1773. News from a foreign country came,
  1774. Next morn the Baron climb'd the tower,
  1775. No baby in the house I know --
  1776. No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
  1777. No coward soul is mine,
  1778. No crooked leg, no bleared eye,
  1779. No doubt to-morrow I will hide
  1780. No gardener need go far to find
  1781. No, helpless thing, I cannot harm thee now;
  1782. No longer mourn for me when I am dead
  1783. No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;
  1784. No more of talk where God or Angel guest
  1785. NO more of talk where God or Angel Guest
  1786. No, mother, I am not sad:
  1787. No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
  1788. No Ph{oe}nix Pen, nor Spenser's Poetry,
  1789. No poor Britisher is nearly
  1790. No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
  1791. No! those days are gone away
  1792. No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
  1793. Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away;
  1794. Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note,
  1795. Not an Elder, not a Sage,
  1796. Not by skins and plaited hair,
  1797. "Not by the justice that my father spurn'd,
  1798. Not, Celia, that I juster am,
  1799. Not every man has gentians in his house
  1800. Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
  1801. Not in cloud and not in thunder,
  1802. Not in mine own, but in my neighbor's face
  1803. Not in that wasted garden
  1804. Not in the crisis of events
  1805. Not in the world of light alone,
  1806. Not in thy body is thy life at all
  1807. Not labour kills us; no, nor joy:
  1808. Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
  1809. Not magnitude, not lavishness,
  1810. Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
  1811. Not, not for thee,
  1812. Not to be conquered by these headlong days,
  1813. Not to the swift, the race:
  1814. Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain,
  1815. Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil,
  1816. nothing, a family saying, like for
  1817. Nothing so true as what you once let fall,
  1818. Nothing to do but work,
  1819. Nou goth sonne under wode.
  1820. NOught is there vnder heau'ns wilde hollownesse,
  1821. Now as an angler melancholy standing
  1822. Now burst above the city's cold twilight
  1823. Now fades the last long streak of snow,
  1824. Now God alone that made all things,
  1825. Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour
  1826. Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach
  1827. Now in the West the slender moon lies low,
  1828. Now is the time for mirth,
  1829. Now it is autumn and the falling fruit
  1830. Now it's over, and now it's done;
  1831. Now let me praise the keeper of Heaven's kingdom,
  1832. Now mirk December's dowie face
  1833. NOw Morn her rosie steps in th' Eastern Clime
  1834. Now of all the trees by the king's highway,
  1835. Now Pontius Pilate is to judge the Cause
  1836. Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
  1837. Now sitt thee downe, Melpomene,
  1838. Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
  1839. Now, sometimes in my sorrow shut,
  1840. Now stop your noses, readers, all and some,
  1841. Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned,
  1842. Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,
  1843. Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
  1844. Now the golden Morn aloft
  1845. Now the storm begins to lower,
  1846. Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead,
  1847. Now, this is number one,
  1848. Now wat ye wha I met yestreen
  1849. Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne softe,
  1850. Nu scilun herga hefenricæs uard
  1851. Nu scylun hergan hefaenricaes uard
  1852. Nudes -- stark and glistening,
  1853. O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay,
  1854. O beautiful for spacious skies,
  1855. O blithe New-comer! I have heard,
  1856. O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
  1857. "O Cæsar, we who are about to die
  1858. O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
  1859. O Child of Nations, giant-limbed,
  1860. O days and hours, your work is this
  1861. O Death, O Death, rock me asleep,
  1862. O earth, sufficing all our needs, O you
  1863. O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
  1864. O for that warning voice, which he who saw
  1865. O For that warning voice, which he who saw
  1866. O Friend! I know not which way I must look
  1867. O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
  1868. O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
  1869. O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!
  1870. O Goodly golden chaine, wherewith yfere
  1871. O Goodly golden chaine, wherewith yfere
  1872. O Harcourt, Whom th' ingenuous Love of Arts
  1873. O heart of hearts, the chalice of love's fire,
  1874. O heart, the equal poise of love's both parts,
  1875. O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
  1876. O, I say, I once was F-RB-S,
  1877. O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flow'rs
  1878. O knights, O squires, O gentle bloods yborn,
  1879. O let the Midnight Special
  1880. O Liberty, God-gifted--
  1881. O listen, listen, ladies gay!
  1882. O living will that shalt endure
  1883. O living will that shalt endure
  1884. O lovers' eyes are sharp to see,
  1885. "O, maister deere, and fadir reverent!
  1886. O Mary, at thy window be,
  1887. "O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
  1888. O may I join the choir invisible
  1889. "O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
  1890. O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies,
  1891. O Mistres mine where are you roming?
  1892. O morning star, farewell!
  1893. O mortal man, who livest here by toil,
  1894. O my heart's heart, and you who are to me
  1895. O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
  1896. O parent of each lovely Muse,
  1897. O pertest, most self-satisfied
  1898. O Rose, thou art sick!
  1899. O salt-laden land, with your rocks and your thatch trees,
  1900. O! say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
  1901. O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
  1902. O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,
  1903. O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,
  1904. O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me
  1905. O star of morning and of liberty!
  1906. O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,
  1907. O sweet spontaneous
  1908. O that 'twere possible
  1909. O the Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa;
  1910. O Thou bright jewel in my aim I strive
  1911. O thou, by Nature taught
  1912. O thou that after toil and storm
  1913. O thou! whatever title suit thee,--
  1914. O thou, who plum'd with strong desire
  1915. O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar,
  1916. O true and tried, so well and long,
  1917. O Waly, waly, up the bank,
  1918. 'O where ha you been, Lord Randal, my son?
  1919. O who shall, from this dungeon, raise
  1920. O why should the spirit of mortal be proud!
  1921. O wild kaleidoscopic panorama of jaculatory arms and legs.
  1922. O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
  1923. O world! O life! O time!
  1924. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
  1925. Obscurest night involv'd the sky,
  1926. Of all the causes which conspire to blind
  1927. Of all the Girls that are so smart
  1928. Of all the rides since the birth of time,
  1929. Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing,
  1930. Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
  1931. OF Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit
  1932. OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this:
  1933. Of old our father’s God was real,
  1934. Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
  1935. Of old, when Scarron his companions invited,
  1936. Of priests we can offer a charmin' variety,
  1937. Of sentences that stir my bile,
  1938. Oft have I seen at some cathedral door
  1939. Oft in the pleasant summer years,
  1940. Oft, in the stilly night,
  1941. Often I think of the beautiful town
  1942. Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
  1943. Oh, black Persian cat!
  1944. Oh, but to fade, and live we know not where,
  1945. Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad,
  1946. Oh, England!
  1947. Oh Fortune, thy wresting wavering state
  1948. Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!
  1949. Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth,
  1950. Oh happy shades--to me unblest!
  1951. Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
  1952. Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
  1953. Oh Jenny 's a' weet poor body
  1954. Oh, knees up, Mother Brown,
  1955. Oh! leave the past to bury its own dead.
  1956. Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
  1957. Oh Mary, this London's a wonderful sight,
  1958. Oh mighty City of New York! you are wonderful to behold,
  1959. Oh never weep for love that's dead
  1960. Oh! not the unreasoning God for me,
  1961. Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
  1962. Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!
  1963. Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
  1964. Oh! that we two were Maying
  1965. Oh, the happiest worker of all am I,
  1966. Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep
  1967. Oh, there are times
  1968. Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!
  1969. OH, thy bright eyes must answer now,
  1970. Oh, to be in England
  1971. Oh, wast thou with me, dearest, then,
  1972. Oh, wearisome condition of humanity,
  1973. Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter?
  1974. Oh when I think of my long-suffering race,
  1975. Oh, who would choose to be a traveler? --
  1976. Oh why is heaven built so far,
  1977. Oh! why those narrow rules extol?
  1978. Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
  1979. Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
  1980. Old Adam, the carrion crow,
  1981. Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night
  1982. Old Meg she was a Gipsy,
  1983. Old Parson Beanes hunts six days of the week,
  1984. Old Peter Grimes made fishing his employ,
  1985. Old SANTECLAUS with much delight
  1986. "Old things need not be therefore true,"
  1987. Old tips come out as good as new
  1988. Old warder of these buried bones,
  1989. Old warder of these buried bones,
  1990. Old Yew, which graspest at the stones
  1991. Old Yew, which graspest at the stones
  1992. On a fair morning, as I came by the way,
  1993. On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose.
  1994. On Death's domain intent I fix my eyes,
  1995. On either side the river lie
  1996. On either side the river lie
  1997. On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood,
  1998. On his cross still hangs the Saviour,
  1999. On Linden, when the sun was low,
  2000. On that great, that awful day,
  2001. On that last night before we went
  2002. On the beach at night alone,
  2003. On the beach at night,
  2004. On the Gilfillan burial day,
  2005. On the idle hill of summer,
  2006. On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
  2007. On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
  2008. On wan dark night on Lac St. Pierre,
  2009. On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
  2010. Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee;
  2011. Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,
  2012. Once I learnt in wilful hour
  2013. Once I loved a spider
  2014. Once I seen a human ruin
  2015. Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
  2016. Once in the winter
  2017. Once more I put my bonnet on,
  2018. Once there was a lady fair,
  2019. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
  2020. One August day I sat beside
  2021. One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
  2022. ONE Day the Amarous Lisander,
  2023. One evening we sat together
  2024. One girl of many. Hungry from her birth
  2025. One more little spirit to Heaven has flown,
  2026. One must have a mind of winter
  2027. One night a score of Erris men,
  2028. One night came Winter noiselessly, and leaned
  2029. One of her hands one of her cheeks lay under,
  2030. One sung of thee who left the tale untold,
  2031. ONE wept whose only child was dead,
  2032. One, who is not, we see: but one, whom we see not, is:
  2033. One word is too often profaned
  2034. One writes, that `Other friends remain,'
  2035. One writes, that "Other friends remain,"
  2036. One's-Self I sing, a simple separate person,
  2037. Only a dad with a tired face,
  2038. Only a man harrowing clods
  2039. Onward, Christian soldiers,
  2040. Orpheus with his Lute made Trees,
  2041. Others abide our question. Thou art free.
  2042. Others, I am not the first,
  2043. Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
  2044. Our Andy's gone to battle now
  2045. Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us ...
  2046. Our crocodile, (Psammarathis,
  2047. Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed,
  2048. Our Garden Spot is always bright and pretty
  2049. Our God, our help in ages past,
  2050. Our great work, the Otia Merseiana,
  2051. Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann;
  2052. OUR master, in a fatal hour,
  2053. Our storm is past, and that storm's tyrannous rage,
  2054. Oure hoo{s}t gan to swere / as he were wood
  2055. Out in a world of death far to the northward lying,
  2056. Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing;
  2057. Out of a fired ship, which by no way
  2058. Out of me unworthy and unknown
  2059. Out of the bosom of the Air,
  2060. Out of the cloud that covers me
  2061. Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
  2062. Out of the dust of all the past I came:
  2063. Out of the gray northwest, where many a day gone by
  2064. Out of the night that covers me,
  2065. Out of the poisonous East,
  2066. Out of the way, for I am J-SS-L,
  2067. Out of the way, in a corner
  2068. Out of the winds' and the waves' riot,
  2069. Out upon it, I have lov'd
  2070. Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day
  2071. Out west, where the stars are brightest,
  2072. Over the river, and through the wood,
  2073. Over the sea our galleys went,
  2074. Over the tops of the houses
  2075. Overnight, the air froze.
  2076. Pacience is a poynt, Þa3 hit displese ofte.
  2077. [page 100] MUSIC, music with throb and swing,
  2078. [page 101] BEYOND a ridge of pine with russet tips
  2079. [page 102] WHO is it lacks the knowledge? Who are the curs that dare
  2080. [page 105] THE sky-line melts from russet into blue,
  2081. [page 106] MY heart forgot its God for love of you,
  2082. [page 107] UNKNOWN to you, I walk the cheerless shore.
  2083. [page 109] YOU didn't know Billy, did you? Well, Bill was one of the boys,
  2084. [page 112] WHEN did you sink to your dreamless sleep
  2085. [page 113] PLAINS, plains, and the prairie land which the sunlight floods and fills,
  2086. [page 115] HALIFAX sits on her hills by the sea
  2087. [page 116] AT Crow's Nest Pass the mountains rend
  2088. [page 117] THERE was a man--a Jew of kingly blood,
  2089. [page 119] METHINKS I see your mirror frame,
  2090. [page 12] THEY were coming across the prairie, they were galloping hard and fast ;
  2091. [page 122] AND only where the forest fires have sped,
  2092. [page 123] THERE'S wine in the cup, Vancouver,
  2093. [page 125] LITTLE Lady Icicle is dreaming in the north-land
  2094. [page 127] I AM the one who loved her as my life,
  2095. [page 131] THERE is no song his colours cannot sing,
  2096. [page 132] SOUNDS of the seas grow fainter,
  2097. [page 135] MEASURES of oil for others,
  2098. [page 136] Born on the breast of the prairie, she smiles to her sire--the sun,
  2099. [page 137] He needs must leave the trapping and the chase,
  2100. [page 138] UP the dusk-enfolded prairie,
  2101. [page 139] KNOW by the thread of music woven through
  2102. [page 142] SOB of fall, and song of forest, come you here on haunting quest,
  2103. [page 144] CROWN of her, young Vancouver ; crest of her, old Quebec ;
  2104. [page 145] ALL the long day the vapours played
  2105. [page 146] YOU are belted with gold, little brother of mine,
  2106. [page 147] IT is dusk on the Lost Lagoon,
  2107. [page 148] OUT of the night and the north ;
  2108. [page 151] CARDS, and swords, and a lady's love,
  2109. [page 153] ALL yesterday the thought of you was resting in my soul,
  2110. [page 157] LIKE a grey shadow lurking in the light,
  2111. [page 158] THERE'S a brave little berry-brown man
  2112. [page 160] NOT of the seething cities with their swarming human hives,
  2113. [page 162] THERE are fires on Lulu Island, and the sky is opalescent
  2114. [page 166] TIME and its ally, Dark Disarmament,
  2115. [page 17] MY Forest Brave, my Red-skin love, farewell ;
  2116. [page 20] THERE'S a spirit on the river, there's a ghost upon the shore,
  2117. [page 24] "Yes, sir, it's quite a story, though you won't believe it's true,
  2118. [page 29] WHAT saw you in your flight to day,
  2119. [page 3] I AM Ojistoh, I am she, the wife
  2120. [page 31] WEST wind, blow from your prairie nest,
  2121. [page 32] NIGHT 'neath the northern skies, lone, black, and grim :
  2122. [page 34] AT husking time the tassel fades
  2123. [page 35] ACROSS the street, an humble woman lives ;
  2124. [page 37] LENT gathers up her cloak of sombre shading
  2125. [page 39] A DASH of yellow sand,
  2126. [page 40] THE autumn afternoon is dying o'er
  2127. [page 42] IDLES the night wind through the dreaming firs,
  2128. [page 43] A THIN wet sky, that yellows at the rim,
  2129. [page 44] A MEADOW brown ; across the yonder edge
  2130. [page 46] A STREAM of tender gladness,
  2131. [page 48] FROM out the west, where darkling storm-clouds float,
  2132. [page 49] LICHENS of green and grey on every side ;
  2133. [page 53] SLEEP, with her tender balm, her touch so kind,
  2134. [page 54] 'TIS morning now, yet silently I stand,
  2135. [page 57] I MAY not go to-night to Bethlehem,
  2136. [page 58] SO near at hand (our eyes o'erlooked its nearness
  2137. [page 6] CAPTIVE ! Is there a hell to him like this ?
  2138. [page 60] THE sun's red pulses beat,
  2139. [page 63] TO-NIGHT the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes ;
  2140. [page 64] SOULLESS is all humanity to me
  2141. [page 65] WHAT of the days when we two dreamed together ?
  2142. [page 67] BECAUSE, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm
  2143. [page 68]TO-NIGHT I hunger so,
  2144. [page 70] INTO the rose gold westland, its yellow prairies roll,
  2145. [page 72] I AM sailing to the leeward,
  2146. [page 74] NIGHT of Mid-June, in heavy vapours dying,
  2147. [page 76] WHEN each white moon, her lantern idly swinging
  2148. [page 81] WE first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God ;
  2149. [page 84] PILLOWED and hushed on the silent plain,
  2150. [page 87] THE long red flats stretch open to the sky,
  2151. [page 9] "FALSE," they said, "thy Pale-face lover, from the land of waking morn ;
  2152. [page 92] ONCE more adrift.
  2153. [page 94] LITTLE brown baby-bird, lapped in your nest,
  2154. [page 95] HARD by the Indian lodges, where the bush
  2155. [page 96] I SWING to the sunset land--
  2156. [page 98] A TRAIL upwinds from Golden ;
  2157. Paint me a cavernous waste shore
  2158. Passing away, saith the World, passing away:
  2159. Pastime with good company
  2160. PAVEMENT slipp'ry, people sneezing,
  2161. Peace; come away: the song of woe
  2162. Pearl egg of fly intimates the curve of larva, its spine and claw point.
  2163. Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee,
  2164. PErplex'd and troubl'd at his bad success
  2165. Phœbus, arise,
  2166. Philosophy the great and only heir
  2167. Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,
  2168. Picasso
  2169. PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
  2170. Pious precepts, gentle friend,
  2171. Piping down the valleys wild,
  2172. Pipit sate upright in her chair
  2173. Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes:
  2174. Pla ce bo,
  2175. Please don't burn our shit-house down,
  2176. Plunged in night, I sit alone
  2177. Poet and Saint! to thee alone are given
  2178. Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
  2179. Poets should not reason:
  2180. Polyphiloprogenitive
  2181. Pomposo (insolent and loud),
  2182. Poor cows, poor sheep,
  2183. POOR little diary, with its simple thoughts,
  2184. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
  2185. Pop Montague's old brain was wried
  2186. Positivists ever talk in s-
  2187. Power above powers, O heavenly eloquence,
  2188. Prais'd be Diana's fair and harmless light;
  2189. "PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow."
  2190. Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
  2191. Pray why are you so bare, so bare,
  2192. Prayer the church's banquet, angel's age,
  2193. PRECEPT I.
  2194. Pretty boy, towel your tears,
  2195. Promise me nothing. Men are mortal. I
  2196. Proud Maisie is in the wood,
  2197. Pure spirit! O where art thou now!
  2198. Purged, with the life they left, of all
  2199. Purple and white the pansies shone.
  2200. Purple as tulips in May, mauve
  2201. Quantum foam is amniotic.
  2202. Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
  2203. Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
  2204. raise the shade
  2205. Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,
  2206. Rarely, rarely, comest thou,
  2207. Razors pain you;
  2208. Read much; the Mind, which never can be still,
  2209. Real or unreal.
  2210. Red my head, and blue my tie,
  2211. Remember me when I am gone away,
  2212. Reproach will seldom mend the young,
  2213. Republic of the West,
  2214. Repudiation of pleasur is a reason'd folly
  2215. Respect your mother and father.
  2216. Rhyme, the rack of finest wits,
  2217. Rich, honored by my fellow citizens,
  2218. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
  2219. Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread;
  2220. “Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas,” she says,
  2221. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,
  2222. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,
  2223. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,
  2224. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,
  2225. Robene sat on gud grene hill,
  2226. Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
  2227. Roll me over, in the clover,
  2228. Roll out the banner on the air,
  2229. Roman Virgil, thou that singest
  2230. "Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
  2231. Room after room,
  2232. Rose, harsh rose,
  2233. Rose-cheek'd Laura, come,
  2234. Roughly, so to say, you know,
  2235. Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
  2236. ROXANA from the court retiring late,
  2237. Royal Charlie's now awa,
  2238. Rue: Hot pepper of mothers bullwhipped till blood
  2239. Rue: When Witnesses sat before Bibles open like plates
  2240. "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!
  2241. Sacred be the Sabbath, fie on filthy pelf;
  2242. Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun
  2243. Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun
  2244. Safe in their alabaster chambers,
  2245. Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
  2246. Said Abner, "At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak,
  2247. Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
  2248. Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate:
  2249. Say me, viit in the brom,
  2250. Say not the struggle nought availeth,
  2251. Say, Tyrant Custom, why must we obey
  2252. Scarlet the poppies
  2253. Science! thou fair effusive ray
  2254. Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
  2255. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
  2256. Seamen three! What men be ye?
  2257. Searching an infinite Where,
  2258. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
  2259. SEATED one day at the Organ,
  2260. Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud
  2261. See here an easy feast that knows no wound,
  2262. See, see, mine own sweet jewel,
  2263. See Selborne spreads her boldest beauties round
  2264. See the chariot at hand here of Love,
  2265. See, the grass is full of stars,
  2266. See what delights in sylvan scenes appear!
  2267. See, Winter comes to rule the varied year,
  2268. Seek not each man to please, for that
  2269. Seen my lady home las' night,
  2270. Serene, and fitted to embrace,
  2271. Set where the upper streams of Simois flow
  2272. Set within a desert lone,
  2273. Seven dog-days we let pass
  2274. Seven pupils, in the class
  2275. Several years ago,
  2276. Seynt Stevene was a clerk in Kyng Herowd{.e}s halle,
  2277. Shall ancient freedom be forgot
  2278. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
  2279. Shall I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel,
  2280. Shall I wasting in despair
  2281. Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth,
  2282. Shall we gather at the river
  2283. Shall we, to whom the stream by right belongs,
  2284. She dwelt among the untrodden ways
  2285. She fell asleep on Christmas Eve:
  2286. She has attained the permanence
  2287. She has been burning palaces. “To see
  2288. She has just 'put her gown on' at Girton,
  2289. She has no need to fear the fall
  2290. She is free of the trap and the paddle,
  2291. She is large and matronly
  2292. She is only an innkeeper's daughter --
  2293. She lay, face downward, on her beaded arm,
  2294. She left me at the silent time
  2295. She notes in the poem she’s reading where the disembodied
  2296. She play'd me false, but that's not why
  2297. She said: the pitying audience melt in tears,
  2298. She stands full-throated and with careless pose,
  2299. She stands in front of her mirror
  2300. She stands on the porch, late.
  2301. She took my hand in sheltered nooks,
  2302. She turned to gold and fell in love.
  2303. She walked into our lives like she invented us.
  2304. She walks in beauty, like the night
  2305. She was a Phantom of delight
  2306. She wasn't the least bit pretty,
  2307. She wore little teeth of pearls around her neck.
  2308. Sheep and woman.
  2309. She'll be comin' round the mountain,
  2310. She's not a faultless woman; no!
  2311. Shock's fate I mourn; poor Shock is now no more,
  2312. Should the wide world roll away
  2313. Should'st thou, in grip of dread disease,
  2314. Shout Britain, raise a joyful shout,
  2315. Show me dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear.
  2316. Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks
  2317. Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said,
  2318. Silent, silent Night
  2319. SILLIANDER and PATCH. THOU so many favours hast receiv'd,
  2320. Since all that beat about in Nature's range,
  2321. Since I am coming to that holy room,
  2322. Since I noo mwore do zee your feäce,
  2323. Since Persia fell at Marathon,
  2324. Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
  2325. Since so ye please to hear me plain,
  2326. Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.
  2327. Sing, cuccu, nu! Sing, cuccu!
  2328. Sing lullaby, as women do,
  2329. Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
  2330. SING to us, cedars ; the twilight is creeping
  2331. Sir, I am not a bird of prey:
  2332. Sir, say no more.
  2333. Sister, awake! close not your eyes,
  2334. Sit down, Carmela, here are cobs for kings,
  2335. siþen þe sege and þe assaut watz sesed at troye
  2336. Sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea,
  2337. Skimming lightly, wheeling still,
  2338. Sleep, kinsman thou to death and trance
  2339. Slow days have passed that make a year,
  2340. SLumbring I lay in melancholy bed,
  2341. Smile, smile,
  2342. Smile then, children, hand in hand
  2343. Snow:
  2344. So all day long the noise of battle roll'd
  2345. "So careful of the type?" but no.
  2346. "So careful of the type?" but no.
  2347. So cruel prison how could betide, alas,
  2348. So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
  2349. So he died for his faith. That is fine.
  2350. So here hath been dawning
  2351. So many worlds, so much to do,
  2352. so much depends
  2353. So now is come our joyful'st feast,
  2354. SO spake the Son of God, and Satan stood
  2355. SO, the truth's out. I 'll grasp it like a snake, --
  2356. So we'll go no more a roving
  2357. So where were the Indians?
  2358. Soft fall the February snows, and soft
  2359. Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
  2360. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
  2361. Soldiers never do die well;
  2362. Soldiers who wish to be a hero
  2363. Sole Rishi! Pushan! glorious Yama!
  2364. [Solo] De Camptown ladies sing dis song -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
  2365. [Solo] Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
  2366. [Solo] I came from Alabama
  2367. [Solo] The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,
  2368. [Solo] Way down upon de Swanee ribber,
  2369. "Solomon Grundy
  2370. Some have learnt many Tricks of sly Evasion,
  2371. Some men are born to gather women's tears,
  2372. SOME men to carriages aspire;
  2373. Some say the world will end in fire,
  2374. Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I,
  2375. Some years ago, ere time and taste
  2376. Somebody said that it couldn't be done
  2377. Somebody's baby was buried to-day --
  2378. Someone has told you that the moon is old?
  2379. Something has my heart to say
  2380. Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
  2381. Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide,
  2382. Sometimes, at night,
  2383. Sometimes she is a child within mine arms,
  2384. Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging,
  2385. Somewhat back from the village street
  2386. Soon, O Ianthe! life is o'er,
  2387. Sooner or later, in some future date,
  2388. Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
  2389. Souls of Poets dead and gone,
  2390. Southward with fleet of ice
  2391. Spare, gen'rous victor, spare the slave,
  2392. Spare us the hint of slightest desecration,
  2393. Speak gently! -- It is better far
  2394. SPEAK of you, sir ? You bet he did. Ben Fields was far too sound
  2395. "Speak roughly to your little boy,
  2396. "Speak! speak! thou fearful guest!
  2397. Spende, and God schal sende.
  2398. Spirit girl to whom 'twas given
  2399. Spoken jest of STR-CH-Y, shall it
  2400. Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king,
  2401. St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was!
  2402. ST. ANDREWS by the northern sea,
  2403. St Fame dispos'd to cunnycatch the world,
  2404. Stand close around, ye Stygian set,
  2405. Stand on the highest pavement of the stair --
  2406. Stand still, and I will read to thee
  2407. Stand up, but not for Jesus!
  2408. Standing again
  2409. Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
  2410. Star of descending night! fair is thy light in the west! thou liftest thy
  2411. Star that bringest home the bee,
  2412. Stately, kindly, lordly friend,
  2413. Stay with me, God. The night is dark,
  2414. Stay with us, Lord, the day is travelled far;
  2415. Stella this day is thirty-four,
  2416. Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!
  2417. Stiff, thick: the white hair of the broad-faced father,
  2418. Still onward winds the dreary way;
  2419. Still sits the school-house by the road,
  2420. Still to be neat, still to be drest,
  2421. Strahan, Tonson, Lintot of the times,
  2422. Strange beauty, eight-limbed and eight-handed,
  2423. Strange wanderer out of the deeps,
  2424. STR-CH-N D-V-DS-N am I, the lean
  2425. Strephon kissed me in the spring,
  2426. Strew on her roses, roses,
  2427. Strike from that laborer's limbs his chain!
  2428. STRIPPED to the waist, his copper-coloured skin
  2429. Strong and slippery, built for the midnight grass-party confronted by four cats,
  2430. Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
  2431. Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
  2432. Success is counted sweetest
  2433. Such speech they chang'd; when in the yard there lay
  2434. Sullen, grimy, labouring person,
  2435. Sumer is icumen in;
  2436. Summe men sayon that Y am blac.
  2437. Summers and summers have come, and gone with the flight of the swallow;
  2438. Sunbright ale is royal food,
  2439. Sunset and evening star,
  2440. Supper comes at five o'clock,
  2441. Suppose it is nothing but the hive:
  2442. Suppose, my little lady,
  2443. Suppose you screeve? or go cheap-jack?
  2444. [Supposed of Pamphylax the Antiochene:
  2445. Surgeons must be very careful
  2446. Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow,
  2447. Swarte smekyd smethes, smateryd wyth smoke,
  2448. Sweet after showers, ambrosial air,
  2449. Sweet and low, sweet and low,
  2450. Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content;
  2451. Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,
  2452. Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
  2453. Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen
  2454. Sweet evenings come and go, love,
  2455. Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
  2456. Sweet in summer, cups of snow,
  2457. Sweet is the dew that falls betimes,
  2458. Sweet soul, do with me as thou wilt;
  2459. "Sweet, thou art pale."
  2460. Sweetest bud of beauty, may
  2461. Sweetest love, I do not go,
  2462. Swift as a spirit hastening to his task
  2463. Swiftly walk o'er the western wave,
  2464. 'T was at the royal feast, for Persia won
  2465. Tagus, farewell! that westward with thy streams
  2466. Take note, passers-by, of the sharp erosions
  2467. Take, oh take those lips away,
  2468. Take this kiss upon the brow!
  2469. Take wings of fancy, and ascend,
  2470. Talent is what they say
  2471. Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,
  2472. Teach me, my God and King,
  2473. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
  2474. Tears of the widower, when he sees
  2475. Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete?
  2476. Tell me not in mormonful numbers
  2477. Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
  2478. Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
  2479. Tell me thou safest End of all our Woe,
  2480. Tell me whither, maiden June,
  2481. Tell you I chyll,
  2482. TEN minutes now I have been looking at this.
  2483. Tender mercies, on my way
  2484. "Terence, this is stupid stuff:
  2485. Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
  2486. Thank Heaven! the crisis,
  2487. "Thank you for making this sacrifice,"
  2488. Thanks to thy newly-wedded hand, which gave
  2489. That each, who seems a separate whole,
  2490. That hour-glass-backed,
  2491. That leaf tries very hard to turn over
  2492. That night your great guns, unawares,
  2493. That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,
  2494. That time of year thou mayst in me behold
  2495. That which her slender waist confin'd,
  2496. That which we dare invoke to bless;
  2497. That which we dare invoke to bless;
  2498. That you are fair or wise is vain,
  2499. That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
  2500. THE single clenched fist lifted and ready,
  2501. The age demanded that we sing
  2502. The American public is patient,
  2503. THE Angel ended, and in Adams Eare
  2504. The angels guide him now,
  2505. The angle seemed askew,
  2506. The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
  2507. The apparition of these faces in the crowd :
  2508. The Artist and his Luckless Wife
  2509. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
  2510. The autumn-time has come;
  2511. The awful shadow of some unseen Power
  2512. The Baby has no skies
  2513. The baby new to earth and sky,
  2514. The baby new to earth and sky,
  2515. The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
  2516. The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then,
  2517. The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
  2518. The big teetotum twirls
  2519. The birds against the April wind
  2520. The blessed damozel lean'd out
  2521. The blue jay with a crest on his head
  2522. The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte;
  2523. The boy cleared out to the city from his home at harvest time --
  2524. The brain is a network of connections of cells
  2525. The breaking waves dash'd high
  2526. The broad-backed hippopotamus
  2527. THE bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Linc-
  2528. The Broussa evening fades in night;
  2529. The brown girl, golden, sable eyed,
  2530. The Brutons thus departed hence, seven kingdoms here begun,--
  2531. The burden of fair women. Vain delight,
  2532. The burden of hard hitting. Slug away
  2533. The Bushman sleeps within his black-browed den,
  2534. The bustle in a house
  2535. The Busy-Man’s Picture
  2536. The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
  2537. The calm,
  2538. the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls
  2539. The castle clock had tolled midnight:
  2540. The cheese-mites asked how the cheese got there,
  2541. The Christmas homes of England!
  2542. The churl in spirit, up or down
  2543. The clearest eyes in all the world they read
  2544. The cold earth slept below;
  2545. The construction of a woman:
  2546. The Cook / of Londo|un| / whil the Reue spak/
  2547. The corners of the frontispiece yellow from their darker edges.
  2548. The crested iris by the front gate waves
  2549. The crowd at the ball game
  2550. The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky;
  2551. The cur foretells the knell of parting day;
  2552. The Curfew tolls the hour of closing gates,
  2553. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
  2554. The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness
  2555. The Danube to the Severn gave
  2556. The dark socket of the year
  2557. The darkness brings no quiet here, the light
  2558. The daughters of the Seraphim led round their sunny flocks,
  2559. The day is dark and the night
  2560. The day is done, and darkness
  2561. The day is done, and the darkness
  2562. The Deer don't dine
  2563. The dews of summer nighte did falle,
  2564. The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came,
  2565. The doctor asked her what she wanted done
  2566. The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
  2567. The dream of toads: we rarely
  2568. The earliest wish I ever knew
  2569. The earth builds on the earth
  2570. The earth is old! Six thousand years,
  2571. The epitaph of night
  2572. The evening comes, the fields are still.
  2573. The evening darkens over
  2574. The everlasting universe of things
  2575. The face of all the world is changed, I think,
  2576. The fairy beam upon you,
  2577. The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there,
  2578. THE FIRST BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE
  2579. The first flush of dawn glistens on the dew-dripping leaves of the forest.
  2580. The first Nowell the Angel did say
  2581. The first time I appreciated
  2582. The fitful alternations of the rain,
  2583. The flood was down in the Wilga swamps, three feet over the mud,
  2584. The flower that smiles to-day
  2585. THE fog comes
  2586. The forward youth that would appear
  2587. The free-born Kosa still doth hold
  2588. The Frost performs its secret ministry,
  2589. The frost that stings like fire upon my cheek,
  2590. The gallant Youth, who may have gained,
  2591. The garden mould was damp and chill,
  2592. The gem, to which the artist did entrust
  2593. The glittering roofs are still with frost; each worn
  2594. The glories of our blood and state
  2595. The glory of evening was spread through the west;
  2596. The goat without ears coughs
  2597. The golden gift that Nature did thee give
  2598. The golden-rod is yellow;
  2599. The good dame looked from her cottage
  2600. The good Dame Mercy with Dame Charyte
  2601. THE Government--I heard about the Government and
  2602. The gray of the morning
  2603. The great and the little weavers,
  2604. The great gold apples of night
  2605. The Great Tyrannosaurus
  2606. The green elm with the one great bough of gold
  2607. The grey sea and the long black land;
  2608. The harp at Nature's advent strung
  2609. The heart and service to you proffer'd
  2610. The heart asks pleasure first,
  2611. The hunt is up, the hunt is up,
  2612. The infinite erotic civilization we created
  2613. The intact facade's now almost black
  2614. The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!
  2615. The jellyfish
  2616. The job in certain lives has been to find A
  2617. The keen stars were twinkling,
  2618. The king sits in Dumferling toune,
  2619. The ladies bow, and partners set,
  2620. The ladies men admire, I've heard,
  2621. The Lady sought the lofty hall,
  2622. The lake lay blue below the hill.
  2623. The lamp-light falls on blackened walls,
  2624. The lane runs deep in rabbit-riddled banks.
  2625. The last and greatest herald of heaven's king,
  2626. The leafless forests slowly yield
  2627. The lesser griefs that may be said,
  2628. The light closes its tiny fist.
  2629. The Lion is a kingly beast.
  2630. The little hedge-row birds,
  2631. The little sparrows
  2632. The Little toy dog is covered with dust,
  2633. The longest tyranny that ever sway'd
  2634. The longë love that in my thought doth harbour
  2635. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not
  2636. The lords of life, the lords of life,---
  2637. The love that rose on stronger wings,
  2638. The lover of child Marjory
  2639. The low sandy beach and the thin scrub pine,
  2640. The man who fears to go his way alone,
  2641. The massive gates of Circumstance
  2642. The mellow year is hasting to its close;
  2643. The merry World did on a day
  2644. The miller's wife had waited long,
  2645. The Moon, how definite its orb!
  2646. The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
  2647. The moral conscience -- court of last appeal --
  2648. The morwen com, and gostly for to speke,
  2649. The mountain sheep are sweeter,
  2650. The murderer's little daughter
  2651. The murmur of the mourning ghost
  2652. The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons,
  2653. The naked earth is warm with Spring,
  2654. The nameless shadowy female rose from out the breast of Orc,
  2655. The night has a thousand eyes,
  2656. THE night is darkening round me,
  2657. THe noble hart, that harbours vertuous thought,
  2658. The old Grey Hearse goes rolling by,
  2659. The old ones want to be young, and they aren't young,
  2660. The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
  2661. The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
  2662. The passions that we fought with and subdued
  2663. The path by which we twain did go,
  2664. The path by which we twain did go,
  2665. The people people work with best
  2666. The pig is taught by sermons and epistles
  2667. The plunging limbers over the shattered track
  2668. The poet pursues his beautiful theme;
  2669. The possum lay on the tracks fully dead.
  2670. The power of Armies is a visible thing,
  2671. The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked,
  2672. The priests collected your teeth,
  2673. The proper way to eat a fig, in society,
  2674. The Prudent will observe, what Passions reign
  2675. The pure products of America
  2676. [The Queen of Hearts]
  2677. The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping,
  2678. The quick sparks on the gorse-bushes are leaping
  2679. The quiet snow
  2680. The rabbit has a charming face:
  2681. The rain and the wind, the wind and the rain --
  2682. The rain was raining cheerfully,
  2683. The rain's cold grains are silver-gray
  2684. The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
  2685. The red rose whispers of passion,
  2686. The Reverse
  2687. The rimer quenches his unheeded fires,
  2688. The rolls and harrows lie at rest beside
  2689. The Roof it has a Lazy Time
  2690. The rutted roads are all like iron; skies
  2691. The same to me are sombre days and gay.
  2692. The sea is calm to-night.
  2693. The shades of night were falling fast,
  2694. The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
  2695. The shell of objects inwardly consumed
  2696. The shepherds guarded from the sparkling heat
  2697. The ship, call'd the most holy "Trinidada,"
  2698. The silver swan, who living had no note.
  2699. the skeleton's the most articu-
  2700. The skies are brass and the plains are bare,
  2701. The skies they were ashen and sober;
  2702. The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los:
  2703. The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke.
  2704. The slow clock whorls of snails
  2705. The Snows is iron set in.
  2706. The sons of the Prophet are brave men and bold
  2707. The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,
  2708. The Sorrows of Werther, that is the Book,
  2709. The soul selects her own society,
  2710. The south-wind strengthens to a gale,
  2711. The sovereign beauty which I do admire,
  2712. The spacious firmament on high,
  2713. The Spartan General Brasidas, the strenuous man,
  2714. The splendour falls on castle walls
  2715. the stacked plane circles, I
  2716. The summer and autumn had been so wet,
  2717. The sun goes down, and over all
  2718. The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
  2719. The sun that brief December day
  2720. The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,-
  2721. "The sun was shining on the sea,
  2722. The swan, wild-clanging, scoured the midnight lake,
  2723. The swift approach and unexpected speed
  2724. The thing that I am seeking
  2725. THE thing they ca' the stimy o't,
  2726. The things that I can't have I want
  2727. The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
  2728. The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,
  2729. The three-toed tree-toad
  2730. The Thresher Duck, could o'er the Q {-}{-}{-}{-}{-}{-} prevail,
  2731. The tide rises, the tide falls,
  2732. The time draws near the birth of Christ;
  2733. The time draws near the birth of Christ:
  2734. The time is come I must departe
  2735. The time I've lost in wooing,
  2736. The time of youth is to be spent
  2737. The time when first I fell in love,
  2738. The time you won your town the race
  2739. The town was taken--whether he might yield
  2740. The Tropic of Capricorn someone had
  2741. The Truth Is: "No kidding?" "No." "Come on! That can't be true!" "No kidding."
  2742. The twentieth year is well nigh past,
  2743. The Village Life, and every care that reigns
  2744. The Violin, all good musicians say,
  2745. The voice that sings across the night
  2746. The wages of work is cash.
  2747. The wanton troopers riding by
  2748. The war of words is done;
  2749. The way a crow
  2750. The way, in a rainstorm, the sky
  2751. The wild winds weep
  2752. The wind blew high, the waters raved,
  2753. The wind blows east, the wind blows west,
  2754. The wind chooses where song should fall,
  2755. The wind flapp'd loose, the wind was still,
  2756. The wind, that beats the mountain, blows
  2757. The winds were yelling, the waves were swelling,
  2758. The wine of Love is music,
  2759. The winter evening settles down
  2760. The wish, that of the living whole
  2761. The wish, that of the living whole
  2762. The woodlouse looks as if he were
  2763. The woods are haggard and lonely,
  2764. The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
  2765. The world below the brine,
  2766. The world in gloom and splendour passes by,
  2767. The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
  2768. The world is filled with trouble;
  2769. The world is too much with us; late and soon,
  2770. The world's great age begins anew,
  2771. The world's light shines, shine as it will,
  2772. THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain
  2773. The worst of all idolators
  2774. The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace,
  2775. The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by,
  2776. The yellow bittern that never broke out
  2777. The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep;
  2778. Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines
  2779. Thence passing forth, they shortly do arrive,
  2780. There are four men mowing down by the Isar;
  2781. THERE are laddies will drive ye a ba'
  2782. There are never any suicides in the quarter among people one knows
  2783. THERE are no handles upon a language
  2784. There are no heathen gods to play the rogue
  2785. There are so many things I have forgot,
  2786. There are strange things done in the midnight sun
  2787. There be none of Beauty's daughters
  2788. There came a ghost to Margaret's door,
  2789. There came an Old Woman from France,
  2790. There dwelt an Old Woman at Exeter,
  2791. There is a better thing, dear heart,
  2792. There is a change--and I am poor;
  2793. There is a coal-black Angel
  2794. There is a drear and lonely tract of hell
  2795. There is a garden in her face
  2796. There is a lady sweet and kind,
  2797. There is a river clear and fair,
  2798. There is a road where silence stalks,
  2799. There is a singer everyone has heard,
  2800. There is a smile of love,
  2801. There is a tavern in the town, in the town,
  2802. There is a thorn; it looks so old,
  2803. There is delight in singing, tho' none hear
  2804. There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town;
  2805. There is no death! The stars go down
  2806. There is no woman living that draws breath
  2807. There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier
  2808. There liv'd an Old Woman at Lynn,
  2809. There lived a wife at Usher’s Well,
  2810. There may be chaos still around the world,
  2811. There once was a girl of Lahore,
  2812. There once was a young man of Ghent
  2813. There once was an old man of Lyme
  2814. There once was an old monk of Basing,
  2815. There, Robert, you have kill'd that fly -- ,
  2816. There rolls the deep where grew the tree.
  2817. THERE 's little joy in life for me,
  2818. There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs
  2819. THERE was a house, a house of clay,
  2820. There was a little girl,
  2821. There was a little turtle.
  2822. There was a roaring in the wind all night;
  2823. There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
  2824. There was a young bard of Japan
  2825. There was a young lady named Bright
  2826. There was a young lady named Laura,
  2827. There was a young lady of Riga
  2828. THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY WHOSE EYES, WERE UNIQUE AS TO COLOUR AND SIZE;
  2829. There was a young man from Darjeeling,
  2830. There was a young plumber of Leigh
  2831. There was an old fellow of Peterhouse,
  2832. THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF CALCUTTA, WHO PERPETUALLY ATE BREAD & BUTTER;
  2833. THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF NEW YORK, WHO MURDERED HIMSELF WITH A FORK;
  2834. There was an old man of Thermopylæ,
  2835. There was an old man on the Border,
  2836. There was an Old Man with a beard ,
  2837. There was an old person of Nice,
  2838. There was an Old Woman at Glos'ter,
  2839. There was an Old Woman at Leeds,
  2840. There was an Old Woman at Norwich,
  2841. There was an Old Woman in Spain,
  2842. There was an Old Woman in Surrey,
  2843. There was an Old Woman named Towl,
  2844. There was an Old Woman of Bath,
  2845. There was an Old Woman of Croydon,
  2846. There was an Old Woman of Devon,
  2847. There was an Old Woman of Ealing,
  2848. There was an Old Woman of Gosport,
  2849. There was an Old Woman of Harrow,
  2850. There was an Old Woman of Leith,
  2851. There was an old woman
  2852. There was once a little animal,
  2853. There was twa sisters in a bowr,
  2854. There were four of us about that bed;
  2855. There were three ravens sat on a tree,
  2856. There were twa sisters sat in a bow'r;
  2857. There's a black wind howlin' by Whylah Falls;
  2858. There's a certain slant of light,
  2859. There's a place I know where the birds swing low,
  2860. There's a soul in the Eternal,
  2861. THERE's an ending o' the dance, and fair Morag's safe in France,
  2862. There’s a lonely grave half hidden where the blue-grass droops above,
  2863. These are the most extraordinary women in the world,
  2864. These are the saddest of possible words:
  2865. These be two
  2866. These be
  2867. These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
  2868. These times strike monied worldlings with dismay:
  2869. These verses have I pilfered like a bee
  2870. They are all gone away,
  2871. They are all gone into the world of light!
  2872. They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
  2873. They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
  2874. They bade farwell; but neither spoke of love.
  2875. They bade me cast the thing away,
  2876. They believed!
  2877. They brought him in at midnight,
  2878. They brought me ambrotypes
  2879. They came to tell your faults to me,
  2880. They flee from me that sometime did me seek
  2881. They gave me this name like their nature,
  2882. They got me into the Sunday-school
  2883. They hail me as one living,
  2884. They have him in a cage
  2885. They have met -- that small band, resolved to be free,
  2886. They have no song, the sedges dry,
  2887. They left the vine-wreathed cottage and the mansion on the hill,
  2888. They lie in parallel rows,
  2889. They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone
  2890. "They made her a grave, too cold and damp
  2891. They say that I was in my youth
  2892. They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains
  2893. They say 'tis a sin to sorrow,
  2894. They sunk a graven stone into the ground
  2895. They that have power to hurt and will do none,
  2896. They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
  2897. They told me the water was lovely,
  2898. They were hanged back-to-back in York County Gaol.
  2899. They whisted all, with fixed face attent,
  2900. They're coming -- twenty or thirty, an outspun throng
  2901. Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn.
  2902. Th'imprison'd winds slumber within their caves
  2903. Thin are the night-skirts left behind
  2904. Thin ridges of land unploughed
  2905. Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die
  2906. Thinking of you, and all that was, and all
  2907. Thirti dayes hath Nouembir,
  2908. This book is all that's left me now! --
  2909. This day, whate'er the Fates decree,
  2910. This day within the Abbey, where of old
  2911. This holy season, fit to fast and pray,
  2912. This institution,
  2913. This is her picture as she was:
  2914. This is my chiefest torment, that behind
  2915. This is my play's last scene; here heavens appoint
  2916. This is that blessed Mary, pre-elect
  2917. This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling,
  2918. This is the debt I pay
  2919. THIS is the end of him, here he lies:
  2920. This is the month, and this the happy morn,
  2921. This is the play that Bill wrote --
  2922. This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
  2923. This is the soldier brave enough to tell
  2924. This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,
  2925. This little vault, this narrow room,
  2926. This morning I vowed I would bring thee my roses,
  2927. This, no song of an ingénue,
  2928. This only grant me: that my means may lie
  2929. This pig went to market,
  2930. This plot of ground
  2931. This Relative of mine
  2932. This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark
  2933. This Somnour in his Stiropes / hye he {s}tood
  2934. This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
  2935. This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,--
  2936. This truth came borne with bier and pall
  2937. This World’s an Inn, all Travellers are we;
  2938. This worthy lymytour / this noble frere
  2939. This youth too long has heard the break
  2940. Tho' if an eye that's downward cast
  2941. Tho' lack of laurels and of wreaths not one
  2942. Tho' truths in manhood darkly join,
  2943. Those strokes which mates in mirth do give
  2944. Those whom God loves die young;
  2945. Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend
  2946. Thou comest, much wept for: such a breeze
  2947. Thou dear companion of my early years,
  2948. Thou grave old Time Piece, many a time and oft
  2949. Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
  2950. Thou, heedless Albion, what, alas, the while
  2951. Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
  2952. Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain,
  2953. Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere,
  2954. Thou mastering me
  2955. Thou noblest monument of Albion's isle!
  2956. Thou shalt have one God only; who
  2957. Thou shalt no God but me adore:
  2958. Thou sorrow, venom Elfe:
  2959. Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
  2960. Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,
  2961. THOU, who dost all my worldly thoughts employ,
  2962. Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse here
  2963. Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies,
  2964. Though friendships differ endless in degree ,
  2965. Though he, that ever kind and true,
  2966. Though I was born a Londoner,
  2967. Though, if you ask her name, she says Elise,
  2968. Though loath to grieve
  2969. Though Missouri's tide may majestic glide,
  2970. Though some saith that youth ruleth me,
  2971. Though that men do call it dotage,
  2972. Three fishers went sailing away to the west,
  2973. THREE summers have gone since the first time we met, love,
  2974. Three tables down from Allen Ginsberg we sit
  2975. Three wise men of Gotham,
  2976. Three years she grew in sun and shower,
  2977. Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air,
  2978. Through all the employments of life
  2979. Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused
  2980. Through jewelled windows in the walls
  2981. Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,
  2982. Through these pale cold days
  2983. Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went,
  2984. "Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light,
  2985. Thule, the period of cosmography,
  2986. Thus chydand with her drerie destenye,
  2987. Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much
  2988. Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful lays
  2989. Thus from a mixture of all kinds began,
  2990. Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once
  2991. Thus piteously Love closed what he begat:
  2992. Thus said the rushing raven,
  2993. THus they in lowliest plight repentant stood
  2994. Thy converse drew us with delight,
  2995. Thy country, Wilberforce, with just disdain,
  2996. Thy spirit ere our fatal loss
  2997. Thy strong arms are around me, love
  2998. Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
  2999. Thy voice is on the rolling air;
  3000. Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired train,
  3001. Thys boke ys on,
  3002. Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
  3003. Time eateth away at many an old delusion,
  3004. Time flies, hope flags, life plies a wearied wing;
  3005. Time out of mind I have stood
  3006. time to clear the silent
  3007. Time was, ere yet in these degenerate days
  3008. Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry,
  3009. Tired of waiting for him, I think of a plan to stick it to the
  3010. 'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here,
  3011. 'Tis eight miles out, and eight miles in,
  3012. 'Tis eight o'clock,--a clear March night,
  3013. 'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill
  3014. 'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise;
  3015. 'Tis merry to hear, at evening time,
  3016. 'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb
  3017. 'Tis not by feeding tea and shrimps on
  3018. 'Tis strange, the miser should his cares employ
  3019. 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock,
  3020. 'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's,
  3021. 'Tis time the heart should be unmoved,
  3022. 'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand
  3023. 'Tis well; 'tis something; we may stand
  3024. Titan! to whose immortal eyes
  3025. To all you ladies now at Bath,
  3026. To all you ladies now at land
  3027. To believe or not to believe,
  3028. To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
  3029. To deftly do what many dimly think;
  3030. To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name,
  3031. To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
  3032. To Griggs, that learned man, in many a bygone session,
  3033. To have known him, to have loved him
  3034. To her friends said the Bright one in chatter,
  3035. To his charming black-eyed niece
  3036. To make a final conquest of all me,
  3037. To make this condiment your poet begs
  3038. To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
  3039. To my true king I offer'd free from stain
  3040. TO none the city bends a servile knee ;
  3041. To one who has been long in city pent,
  3042. To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er;
  3043. To see a world in a grain of sand
  3044. To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings,
  3045. To sing the charms of Rosabelle,
  3046. To Sleep I give my powers away;
  3047. To spend uncounted years of pain,
  3048. To stand upon a windy pinnacle,
  3049. To sum up all, I'm old -- and that's
  3050. To the tune of 'The Foggy, Foggy Dew'
  3051. To this great Hector said:
  3052. To toil all day and lie worn-out at night;
  3053. To walk abroad is, not with eyes,
  3054. To wed, or not to wed; that is the question;
  3055. To what new fates, my country, far
  3056. To what purpose, April, do you return again?
  3057. Tobacco is a dirty weed,
  3058. To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl!
  3059. Today the Masons are auctioning
  3060. Together in this grave lie Benjamin Pantier, attorney at law,
  3061. Toll for the brave--
  3062. Tomatoes rosy as perfect baby's buttocks,
  3063. Tommy, in his football jersey,
  3064. To-night I saw three maidens on the beach,
  3065. To-night the very horses springing by
  3066. To-night the winds begin to rise
  3067. To-night the winds begin to rise
  3068. To-night ungather'd let us leave
  3069. To-night ungather'd let us leave
  3070. Tons upon tons the brown-green fragrant hay
  3071. Too high, too high to pluck
  3072. "Too late for love, too late for joy,
  3073. Tossed like a falcon from the hunter's wrist,
  3074. Towery city & branchy between towers;
  3075. Trim the sails the weird stars under—
  3076. Trust me, I have not earn'd your dear rebuke,
  3077. Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering, deep in thought, by the Ganges, in that lonely spot where they burn their dead.
  3078. Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;
  3079. TURN in, my lord, she said ;
  3080. Turn under, plow,
  3081. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  3082. 'Twas in the month of December, and in the year 1883,
  3083. 'Twas just this time, last year, I died.
  3084. 'Twas Maytime, and the lawyer coves
  3085. 'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
  3086. 'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
  3087. 'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
  3088. 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house,
  3089. Twelve good friends
  3090. Twelve o'clock.
  3091. 'Twere heaven enough to fill my heart
  3092. Twice forty months of Wedlock did I stay,
  3093. Twice or thrice had I lov'd thee,
  3094. `Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
  3095. TWINKLE, twinkle, little star,
  3096. Two bodies, balanced in mass and power,
  3097. Two eyes, two ears, and but one tongue
  3098. Two German officers crossed the Rhine, parlee-voo,
  3099. Two old crows sat on a fence rail.
  3100. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
  3101. Two voices are there: one is of the deep;
  3102. Two went to pray? O rather say
  3103. Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
  3104. Uncle Johnny died after rigid years
  3105. Under the day-long sun there is life and mirth
  3106. Under the level winter sky
  3107. Under the wide and starry sky,
  3108. Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward,
  3109. Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
  3110. Unfold! unfold! Take in His light,
  3111. Unhappy verse, the witness of my unhappy state,
  3112. Unstable dream, according to the place,
  3113. "UNTO this last" -- what is there in this Word
  3114. Unwatch'd, the garden bough shall sway,
  3115. Up from the meadows rich with corn,
  3116. UP those Museum steps you came,
  3117. Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks,
  3118. Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
  3119. UPAGUPTA, the disciple of Buddha, lay asleep on the dust by the city wall of Mathura.
  3120. Upon a simmer Sunday morn,
  3121. Upon my lap my sovereign sits
  3122. Upon the tinkling splintery battlements
  3123. Upright and shrewd, more woo'd of fame
  3124. Urania speaks with darken'd brow:
  3125. Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!
  3126. Venez ici, mon cher ami, an' sit down by me--so
  3127. Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying,
  3128. Vigil strange I kept on the field one night;
  3129. Virocon -- Virocon --
  3130. Vnder the greene wood tree,
  3131. Waifs and strays I, B--LT-N, edit,
  3132. Wak'd by the gentle gleamings of the morn,
  3133. Wake! Amakósa, wake!
  3134. WAKE! For the Hack can scatter into flight
  3135. Wan white mists upon the sea,
  3136. Wanne Ich thenche thinges thre
  3137. War that begins in Man in nations ends
  3138. Warm summer sun,
  3139. Was it for this I uttered prayers,
  3140. --Was it for this
  3141. Wash of cold river
  3142. Watch thou and fear; to-morrow thou shalt die.
  3143. Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;--
  3144. We are not near enough to love,
  3145. we are the black loyalists:
  3146. We are the music makers,
  3147. We are the shaken slaves of Breath:
  3148. We are the vagabonds of time,
  3149. WE ask not that the slave should lie,
  3150. We burrowed night and day with tools of lead,
  3151. We came to birth in battle; when we pass,
  3152. We came to the edge
  3153. We cannot kindle when we will
  3154. We come to give you liberty
  3155. We deem them moderate, but Enough implore,
  3156. We don't get any too much light;
  3157. We have cried often when we have given them the little victualling we
  3158. We have not heard the music of the spheres,
  3159. We have scarcely time to tell thee
  3160. We have seen the Queen of cheese,
  3161. We leave the well-beloved place
  3162. We pass the turnstile
  3163. We ranging down this lower track,
  3164. We sat across the table.
  3165. We sat within the farm-house old,
  3166. We swing ungirded hips,
  3167. We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
  3168. We, the living ones, are distinguishable
  3169. We thrill too strangely at the master's touch;
  3170. We took thee with our English youths and maids
  3171. We wear the mask that grins and lies,
  3172. We were all sore and broken and keen on sleep,
  3173. We were apart; yet, day by day,
  3174. We were very tired, we were very merry --
  3175. We won't pretend we're not hungry for distinction
  3176. Wearily, drearily,
  3177. Weary of myself, and sick of asking
  3178. Webster was much possessed by death
  3179. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,--
  3180. Wedlock, as old Men note, hath likened been,
  3181. Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r,
  3182. Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
  3183. WEE WILLIE WINKIE
  3184. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee,
  3185. Weep with me, all you that read
  3186. Weep you no more, sad fountains;
  3187. Well and
  3188. Well, honest John, how fare you now at home?
  3189. Well; I may now receive, and die. My sin
  3190. Well I recall my Father's wife,
  3191. Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made
  3192. Well, if the bee should sting the flower to death,
  3193. Well, I've done my bit o' scrappin',
  3194. Well may I weene, faire Ladies, all this while
  3195. Well then; I now do plainly see
  3196. Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last;
  3197. Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
  3198. WELL, what's the matter ? there's a face
  3199. WELL you Sincerity display,
  3200. W'en daih's chillun in de house,
  3201. W'en dere's heap o' trouble 'round you,
  3202. W'en I was young boy on de farm, dat 's twenty year ago
  3203. W'en Queen Victoria calls her peup's
  3204. Were beth they biforen us weren,
  3205. Werther had a love for Charlotte
  3206. West wind, blow from your prairie nest,
  3207. Western wind, when will thou blow?
  3208. Whan bells war rung, an mass was sung,
  3209. Whan folk hadde laughen / at this nyce cas
  3210. Whan gloming grey out o'er the welkin keeks,
  3211. Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,
  3212. Whan that Aueryll |with| his Shoures soote
  3213. WHan that the knyght/ hadde thus his tale ytoold
  3214. What -- write my name!
  3215. What an oddity am I,
  3216. What are calendars to you?
  3217. What are these things thou lovest? Vanity.
  3218. What awful thing will I take on
  3219. What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade
  3220. What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried
  3221. What cometh here from west to east awending?
  3222. What dire offence from am'rous causes springs,
  3223. What doth it serve to see sun's burning face,
  3224. WHAT dream you in the night-time
  3225. What finance and trade and coin be
  3226. What heartache -- ne'er a hill!
  3227. What hope is here for modern rhyme
  3228. What I shall leave thee none can tell,
  3229. What if we got outside ourselves and there
  3230. What is Beauty? saith my sufferings then. -- I answer
  3231. What is he buzzing in my ears?
  3232. What is Hope? A smiling rainbow
  3233. WHAT is it our mamma's bewitches,
  3234. "What is that great bird, sister, tell me,
  3235. "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song?
  3236. What is the song the stars sing?
  3237. What is the Vine, more than another Tree,
  3238. What is thy thought of me?
  3239. What is your substance, whereof are you made,
  3240. What is't you mean, that I am thus approach'd,
  3241. What large, dark hands are those at the window
  3242. What large, dark hands are those at the window
  3243. What links are ours with orbs that are
  3244. What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
  3245. What man is he, that boasts of fleshly might,
  3246. WHat man is he, that boasts of fleshly might,
  3247. WHat man so wise, what earthly wit so ware,
  3248. What may the woman labour to confess?
  3249. What needeth these threnning words and wasted wind?
  3250. What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy,
  3251. What of the bow?
  3252. What on Earth deserves our trust ?
  3253. What! our petitions spurned! The prayer
  3254. What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
  3255. What sacramental hurt that brings
  3256. What secret thing of splendour or of shade
  3257. What should I say,
  3258. WHAT Soil the Apple loves, what Care is due
  3259. What soul would bargain for a cure that brings
  3260. What tale is this which stirs a world of knaves
  3261. What thing unto mine ear
  3262. WHAT was he doing, the great god Pan,
  3263. What words are these have fall'n from me?
  3264. What would'st thou have for easement after grief,
  3265. Whatever I have said or sung,
  3266. Whatever is we only know
  3267. Whatever 'tis, whose beauty here below
  3268. What's a Woman but a Name,
  3269. What's become of Waring
  3270. What's Man, but a perfidious Creature,
  3271. Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän?
  3272. When a creature dies ... the flesh
  3273. When a little farm I keep,
  3274. When all the stars are sown
  3275. When all the world is young, lad,
  3276. When Aurelia first I courted,
  3277. When awful darkness and silence reign
  3278. When bashfull daylight now was gone
  3279. When beasts could speak (the learned say,
  3280. When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"
  3281. When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
  3282. When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
  3283. When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead
  3284. When chapman billies leave the street,
  3285. When civil fury first grew high,
  3286. When Cryst was born of Mary fre
  3287. When daisies pied and violets blue
  3288. When day declining sheds a milder gleam,
  3289. When, dearest, I but think on thee,
  3290. When descends on the Atlantic
  3291. When did you start your tricks
  3292. When first, descending from the moorlands,
  3293. When first I chased and beat you to your knees
  3294. When first thou didst entice to thee my heart,
  3295. When God at first made man,
  3296. When God made me, there was a war on:
  3297. When God's wrath-cloud is o'er me,
  3298. When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt--
  3299. When I a verse shall make,
  3300. When I am dead and over me bright April
  3301. When I am dead, my dearest,
  3302. When I am dead
  3303. When I am grown to man's estate
  3304. When I am old and drenched in worlds of sadness,
  3305. When I am safely laid away,
  3306. When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs,
  3307. When I consider everything that grows
  3308. When I consider how my light is spent
  3309. When I contemplate all alone
  3310. When I cut words you never may have said
  3311. When I died, the circulating library
  3312. When I have fears that I may cease to be
  3313. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
  3314. When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
  3315. When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder
  3316. When I see birches bend to left and right
  3317. When I set out for Lyonnesse,
  3318. When I survey the bright
  3319. When I was fair and young, and favor graced me,
  3320. When I was just a little boy,
  3321. When I was young I had a care
  3322. When I watch the living meet,
  3323. When I went into my room, at mid-morning,
  3324. When icicles hang by the wall,
  3325. When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
  3326. When in the chronicle of wasted time
  3327. When in the down I sink my head,
  3328. When Jesus came to Golgotha they hanged Him on a tree,
  3329. When Lazarus left his charnel-cave,
  3330. When Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes
  3331. When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year,
  3332. When life as opening buds is sweet,
  3333. When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
  3334. When Love with unconfined wings
  3335. When lovely woman stoops to folly,
  3336. When lovely woman wants a favor,
  3337. When men shall find thy flower, thy glory, pass,
  3338. When men were all asleep the snow came flying,
  3339. When 'midst the gay I meet
  3340. When Monica's young son had felt her kiss --
  3341. When Mr. Apollinax visited the United States
  3342. When Music, heav'nly maid, was young,
  3343. When my grave is broke up again
  3344. When my hand closed upon thee, worn and spent
  3345. When my mother died I was very young,
  3346. When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
  3347. When Nehemiah rode into the dark,
  3348. When night falls on the earth, the sea
  3349. When on my bed the moonlight falls,
  3350. When on my bed the moonlight falls,
  3351. When on the marge of evening the last blue light is broken,
  3352. When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
  3353. When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me
  3354. When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
  3355. When she rises in the morning
  3356. When skies are blue and days are bright
  3357. When someone cries, after making love spills
  3358. When sycamore leaves wer a-spreadèn
  3359. When that rich soul which to her heaven is gone,
  3360. When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free
  3361. When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West,
  3362. When the first dark had fallen around them
  3363. When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
  3364. When the grey lake-water rushes
  3365. When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
  3366. When the lamp is shattered
  3367. When the last faint red of the day is dead,
  3368. When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay,
  3369. When the moon is on the wave,
  3370. When the old junk man Death
  3371. When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom,
  3372. When the storm fell'd our oak, and thou, fair wold,
  3373. When the summer fields are mown,
  3374. When the tea is brought at five o’clock,
  3375. When the traveller in the pasture meets the he-bull in his pride,
  3376. When there ain't no gal to kiss you,
  3377. When these graven lines you see,
  3378. When this country it was woody,
  3379. When thou must home to shades of underground,
  3380. When thou, poor excommunicate
  3381. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
  3382. When we come to the end of the furrow,
  3383. When we for age could neither read nor write,
  3384. When Willie was a little boy,
  3385. When with a serious musing I behold
  3386. When you and I go down
  3387. When you get nervous, it's so hard not to.
  3388. When you had played with life a space
  3389. When you rise to greet old Phœbus with a booming in your head,
  3390. When you see millions of the mouthless dead
  3391. When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white,
  3392. When you were nine, and I was six years old,
  3393. When you're up against a trouble,
  3394. Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
  3395. Whene'er I try to read a book,
  3396. Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
  3397. Whenever the moon and stars are set,
  3398. Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom and Charley,
  3399. Where are the passions they essayed,
  3400. Where are the ships I used to know,
  3401. Where barbarous hordes on Scythian mountains roam,
  3402. Where Claribel low-lieth
  3403. Where dost thou careless lie,
  3404. Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
  3405. Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
  3406. Where, like a pillow on a bed
  3407. Where sunless rivers weep
  3408. Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
  3409. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
  3410. Where the remote Bermudas ride
  3411. Where the slow river
  3412. Where Venta's Norman castle still uprears
  3413. Where'er thy navy spreads her canvas wings,
  3414. Wherefore wear the plaited hair,
  3415. Whether on Ida's shady brow,
  3416. While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
  3417. While some affect the sun, and some the shade.
  3418. While you, great patron of mankind, sustain
  3419. While you, my Lord, the rural shades admire,
  3420. Whilst Shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,
  3421. Whirl up, sea --
  3422. Whither is gone the wisdom and the power
  3423. Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?
  3424. Who can live in heart so glad
  3425. Who e'er she be
  3426. "Who is it that this dark night
  3427. Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
  3428. Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass
  3429. who knows if the moon's
  3430. Who knows where the graveyard is
  3431. Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail
  3432. Who now does follow the foule Blatant Beast,
  3433. Who says that fictions only and false hair
  3434. Who shall awake the Spartan fife,
  3435. Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest,
  3436. Who will in fairest book of nature know
  3437. Who would true Valour see
  3438. Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm
  3439. Who'll walk the fields with us to town,
  3440. Whom should I choose for my Judge? the earnest, impersonal reader,
  3441. Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet,
  3442. Whose woods these are I think I know.
  3443. Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
  3444. "Why did you melt your waxen man
  3445. Why do I grieve with summer here?
  3446. Why do I sigh to find
  3447. Why dois your brand sae drap wi' bluid,
  3448. “Why dois your brand sae drap wi bluid,
  3449. Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why
  3450. Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? Oh, why
  3451. Why hang'st thou lonely on yon withered bough?
  3452. Why hast thou nothing in thy face?
  3453. Why should a foolish marriage vow,
  3454. Why should I join with those in Play,
  3455. Why sing of suns you cannot see, in vain? --
  3456. Why so pale and wan fond lover?
  3457. "Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
  3458. "Why William, on that old grey stone,
  3459. WIFE and servant are the same,
  3460. Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet,
  3461. Wild nights--wild nights!
  3462. Wild, wild the storm, and the sea high running,
  3463. Wild wintry wind, storm through the night,
  3464. ['Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best,
  3465. Will there never come a season
  3466. Will you read my little pome,
  3467. Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,
  3468. Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
  3469. Wind of the dead men's feet,
  3470. Winifred Waters sat and sighed
  3471. Wintah, summah, snow er shine,
  3472. Winter is icumen in,
  3473. Wintertime nighs;
  3474. Wipe away tears,
  3475. Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!
  3476. Wise emblem of our politic world,
  3477. Witch-elms that counterchange the floor
  3478. With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs,
  3479. With blackest moss the flower-plots
  3480. With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,
  3481. With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas,
  3482. With Fifteen-ninety or Sixteen-sixteen
  3483. With fingers weary and worn,
  3484. With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
  3485. With loitering step and quiet eye,
  3486. With one black shadow at its feet,
  3487. "With sacrifice before the rising morn
  3488. With snow-white veil and garments as of flame,
  3489. With some pot-fury, ravish'd from their wit,
  3490. With such compelling cause to grieve
  3491. With surmah tinge the black eye's fringe,
  3492. With swift
  3493. With the man I love who loves me not,
  3494. With the men who live in hatred
  3495. With this he took his leve, and hom he wente;
  3496. With trembling fingers did we weave
  3497. With trembling fingers did we weave
  3498. With two bright eyes, my star, my love,
  3499. With weary steps I loiter on,
  3500. With what attractive charms this goodly frame
  3501. With what deep murmurs through time's silent stealth
  3502. Within this sober frame expect
  3503. Withouten you
  3504. Wolf has turned to house-dog,
  3505. Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
  3506. Women have no wilderness in them,
  3507. Woodman, spare that tree!
  3508. Word 's gane to the kitchen,
  3509. Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning--
  3510. Work! for the night is coming;
  3511. Work while the day is long,
  3512. Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build,
  3513. Would that you were alive today, Catullus!
  3514. Would you be well receiv’d where’er you go,
  3515. Would you like to see a city given over,
  3516. Wouldst thou hear what man can say
  3517. Wrecks of forgotten thought, or disapproved,
  3518. Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest;
  3519. Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
  3520. XI Mon. January [1733] hath xxxi days.
  3521. Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown
  3522. Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
  3523. Ye buds of Brutus land, courageous youths, now play your parts!
  3524. Ye Clouds! that far above me float and pause,
  3525. YE dainty mosses, lichens grey,
  3526. Ye distant spires, ye antique tow'rs,
  3527. Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon,
  3528. Ye highlands, and ye lawlands,
  3529. Ye learned sisters which have oftentimes
  3530. Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
  3531. Ye Mariners of England
  3532. Ye old mule that think yourself so fair,
  3533. Ye poets ragged and forlorn,
  3534. Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay,
  3535. Ye Sons of Great Britain! come join with me
  3536. Ye sons of Great Britain, come join with me,
  3537. Ye Virgins, ye from Cupid's tents
  3538. Ye wha are fain to hae your name
  3539. Years have risen and fallen in darkness or in twilight,
  3540. " Yes !" I answered you last night ;
  3541. Yes, I remember Adlestrop --
  3542. Yes! in the sea of life enisled,
  3543. Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right!
  3544. Yes, Mary Ann, I freely grant,
  3545. Yes! on the annals of my race,
  3546. YES, thou art gone ! and never more
  3547. Yet if his majesty our sovereign lord
  3548. Yet if some voice that man could trust
  3549. Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
  3550. Yet pity for a horse o'er-driven,
  3551. Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light
  3552. You are a friend then, as I make it out,
  3553. You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed,
  3554. You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
  3555. "You are old, father William," the young man said,
  3556. You are the Rose of me,
  3557. You are young, and I am older;
  3558. You ask me of the farthest star,
  3559. You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease,
  3560. You bad leetle boy, not moche you care
  3561. You better not fool with a Bumblebee! --
  3562. You brave heroic minds,
  3563. You came to my door in the dawn and sang; it angered me to be awakened from sleep, and you went away unheeded.
  3564. You can pass on de worl' w'erever you lak,
  3565. You cannot rob us of the rights we cherish,
  3566. You charm'd me not with that fair face
  3567. You come to fetch me from my work to-night
  3568. You could drive blind
  3569. You couples lying
  3570. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines,
  3571. You had two girls -- Baptiste --
  3572. You know Orien always comes up sideways.
  3573. You know where you did despise
  3574. You leave us: you will see the Rhine,
  3575. You make me think of many men
  3576. You may hear that your heartbeat is uneven
  3577. You may labor your fill, friend of mine, if you will;
  3578. You may think, passer-by, that Fate
  3579. You meaner beauties of the night,
  3580. You say, but with no touch of scorn,
  3581. You say, but with no touch of scorn,
  3582. You say, Columbus with his argosies
  3583. You smiled, you spoke, and I believed,
  3584. You sported the silks that Christ never wore –
  3585. You that are dear, O you above the rest!
  3586. You that do search for every purling spring
  3587. You thought my heart too far diseased;
  3588. You two, who woo, take record of to-night;
  3589. You were askin' 'ow we sticks it,
  3590. You who are happy in a thousand homes,
  3591. You who are still and white
  3592. You will read, or you will not read,
  3593. Young Ben he was a nice young man,
  3594. YOung knight, what euer that dost armes professe,
  3595. Young knight, what ever that dost armes professe,
  3596. Young Lochinvar came in from the West,
  3597. Your dog is not a dog of grace;
  3598. Your dust will be upon the wind
  3599. Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
  3600. Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd;
  3601. Your idea of embracing horror
  3602. Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
  3603. Your parents had reached a long slow time,
  3604. Your scuttled pays floats -- fiery -- in the ether;
  3605. Yours is the shame and sorrow,
  3606. Yours is the sullen sorrow,
  3607. Youth gone, and beauty gone if ever there
  3608. Youth's the season made for joys,
  3609. Yowe, yowe, mwanango duku!
  3610. Yowr yen two woll sle me sodenly.
  3611. Ysidro calls me at night, meeya carra. his big
  3612. ’E’s a sneakin’ smoogin’ blighter, an’ ’e’ll never make a fighter,