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Vitai Lampada, 815
Voice From the Past, A, 764
Voyages of Ohthere and Wulfstan, The, 13

Wife of Usher's Well, The, 64
Winnowers, The, 780
Winter, 133
Winter City, A, 144.
Woods of Westermain, The, 807
World is Too Much With Us, The, 382

Wanderer, The, 17.
West Wind, The, 799
When I have Fears that I May Cease to Be, 449
When I Set Out for Lyonnesse, 790
Where the Bee Sucks, 134
White Birds, The, 826
Why So Pale and Wan?, 191

Ye Mariners of England, 519
Youth and Age, Of, 109
Youth and Art, 673
Youth of the Year, The, 692

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

Calme was the day, and through the trembling

ayre, 118

Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, 190
Christmas Eve and twelve of the clock, 792
Coldly, sadly descends, 611
Come, dear children, let us away, 604
Come hither, lads, and harken, for a tale there is

to tell, 675
Come live with me and be my Love, 130
Contented wi’ little, and cantie wi’ mair, 315
Courage,” he said, and pointed to the land, 617

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Day!, 637
Deep in the shady sadness of the vale, 443
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did

meet, 824
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile

away, 815
Drink to me only with thine eyes, 136
Duncan Gray, came here to woo, 314

Earth has not anything to show more fair, 382
Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky!, 381

A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink, 694
A Chieftain to the Highlands bound, 521
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!, 781
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies, 793
A linnet who had lost her way, 786
A little black thing among the snow, 301
A naked house, a naked moor, 717
A priest was in the land, Layamon was he hight, 26
A povre widwe, somdel stope in age, 52
A sonnet is a moment's monument, 685
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever, 428
Across the seas of Wonderland to Magadore we

plodded, 818
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, 656
All that I know, 656
Amarantha, sweet and fair, 191
And did those feet in ancient time, 301
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers, 136
Arthur went to Cornwall, 26
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay,

634
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, 674
Athelstan King, 15
Avenge, O Lord, Thy slaughter'd saints whose

bones, 161
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead, 654
Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come,

780
Because a million voices call, 785
Be gentle, O hands of a child, 783
Be it right or wrong, these men among on women

do complaine, 71
Behold her, single in the field, 377
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers, 692
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed, 374
Betwixt two billows of the downs, 780
Bird of the bitter bright gray golden morn, 694
Black in the summer night my Cotswold hill, 784
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, 133
Blows the wind today, and the sun and the rain are

flying, 717
Boot, saddle, to horse and away, 638
Break, break, break, 625
Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art !,

450
Bring the bowl which you boast, 389
Bryhthnoth encouraged his comrades heartily 18
Bury the Great Duke, 628
But do not let us quarrel any more,

666
But, knowing now that they would have her speak,

677
But only three in all God's universe, 690

Fair daffodils, we weep to see, 189
Fair stood the wind for France, 128
Farewell to one now silenced quite, 812
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,

321
Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, 674
Five years have past; five summers, with the

length, 362
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,

313
Flower in the crannied wall, 634
Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor

blessed abode, 798
From harmony, from heavenly harmony, 193
Full fathom five thy father lies, 135
Full many a glorious morning have I seen, 135

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, 189
Get up, get up for shame! the blooming morn, 188
God of our fathers, known of old, 797
Green grow the rashes, 0, 311
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, 518
Grow old along with me, 670

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths, 825
Half-hidden in a graveyard, 784
Hail to the chief who in triumph advances, 383
Hail to thee, blithe spirit, 417
Happy those early days, when I, 192

Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, 134 It was a summer evening, 518
He
gave us all a goodbye cheerily, 813

It was in and about the Martinmas time, 66
He is gone on the mountain, 384

It was the winter wilde, 153
He rises and begins to round, 806

It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds'
Hence, all you vain delights, 137

cries, 799
Hence, loathed melancholy, I6I
Hence, vain deluding Joys, 163

John Anderson my jo, John, 313
Her mother died when she was young, 63

Joy to none be wanting, 27
Here a little child I stand, 190
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, 127 Kentish Sir Byng stood for the King, 637
Home no more home to me, whither must I King Charles, and who'll do him right now, 637
wander?, 718

Kissing her hair I sat against her feet, 693
How changed is here each spot man makes or
fills, 606

Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, 692

with a song, 799
How it came to an end !, 790

Let me not to the marriage of true minds, 136
How sleep the brave who sink to rest, 293

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, 305
How sweet this morning air in spring, 781

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,

135
I arise from dreams of thee, 416

Little Lamb, who made thee?, 301
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, 416 Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band,
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days, 290

822
I have had playmates, I have had companions, 484 Many a green isle needs must be, 409
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windyMany a lonely man at last comes to honour, 17
hills, 797

Men of England! who inherit, 520
I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep, 785 Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, 428
I hear a sudden cry of pain !, 821

My boat is on the shore, 404
I met a traveller from an antique land, 409 My hair is grey, but not with years, 405
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains,
sea and the sky, 798

441
I never gave a lock of hair away, 691

My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie, 312
I saw Eternity the other night, 192

My heart leaps up, when I behold, 374
I send my heart up to thee, all my heart, 641 My letters ! all dead paper, mute and white!, 692
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he, 644 My true love hath my heart, and I have his, 127
I thought once how Theocritus had sung, 690 Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour, 382
I wandered lonely as a cloud, 377
I weep for Adonais — he is dead !, 419

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 515
I went out to the hazel wood, 826
I who am dead a thousand years, 786

O blithe New-comer! I have heard, 377
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, 825 O living will that shalt endure, 628
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on O Mary, at thy window be, 311
the foam of the sea !, 826

O mistress mine, where are you roaming, 134
If from the public way you turn your steps, 367 O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering
If I have faltered more or less, 717

western sea, 790
If I should die, think only this of me, 781

O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, 626
If one could have that little head of hers, 674 O thou, by nature taught, 294
If ought of oaten stop, or pastoral song, 294

O what can ail thee, Knight-at-arms, 449
If thou must love me, let it be for nought, 691 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
If you can keep your head when all about you, 796 415
In a summer season when the sun was softest, 30 O world! O life! O time!, 419
In days of March and Averil, 40

O, yet we trust that somehow good, 626
In the cool of the evening, when the low sweet Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, 312
whispers waken, 820

Of Nelson and the North, 520
In the hour of my distress, 190

Of the beauty of kindness I speak, 813
In the merry month of May, 127

Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, 366
In Ynde ye may Elephants see, 27

Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, 403
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, 356

Oh! that those lips had language! Life has
“Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, 782 passed, 291
Is there, for honest poverty, 315

On either side the river lie, 613
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 382
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On Linden, when the sun was low, 519
It is an ancient Mariner, 341

Once did she hold the gorgeous east in fee, 381
It little profits that an idle king, 624

One more Unfortunate, 515
It once might have been, once only, 673

Only a man harrowing clods, 792
It was a lover and his lass, 133

Others abide our question, Thou art free, 603

Out of the night that covers me, 793

The harp that once through Tara's Halls, 522
Out upon it, I have loved, 190

The king sits in Dumferling toune, 64
Over the downs in sunlight clear, 814

The Lady Poverty was fair, 812

The moon is up: the stars are bright, 816
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, 387

The night has a thousand eyes, 780
“Piers,” said a priest, "give me your pardon The night I left my father said, 787
quickly, 33

The Persë owt off Northombarlonde, 67
Piping down the valleys wild, 300

The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves, 825
Proud Maisie is in the wood, 387

The rabbit in his burrow keeps, 783
The robin on my lawn, 826

The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, 798

naked hand, 716

The sea is awake, and the sound of the song of the
Rain-sunken roof, grown green and thin, 779

joy of her waking is rolled, 695
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, 627

The sea is calm to-night, 610
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, 656

The smell of wet hay in the heat, 787

The splendour falls on castle walls, 625
Said Abner, "At last thou art come! Ere I tell, The thick lids of Night closed upon me, 791
ere thou speak, 647

The wish, that of the living whole, 626
Say not the struggle nought availeth, 696

The world is too much with us; late and soon, 382
Say over again, and yet once over again, 691 The year's at the spring, 637
Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, 311

Then sloth came all beslobbered, with slime on his
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, 448

eyelids, 32
See an old unhappy bull, 794

There is a song of England that none shall ever
She dwelt among the untrodden ways, 367

sing, 816
She fell asleep on Christmas Eve, 682

There lived a wife at Usher's Well, 64
She walks in beauty, like the night, 403

There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs, 383
She walks — the lady of my delight —, 813 There was a lady lived in a hall, 675
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 312

There was a roaring in the wind all night, 375
Silent nymph, with curious eye, 295

There was twa sisters in a bowr, 67
Sing his praises that doth keep, 137

There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well,
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,

657
So all day long the noise of battle roll’d, 620 There's a breathless hush in the Close tonight, 815
“So careful of the type?” but no, 627

They are all gone into the world of light, 192
So sweet love seemed that April morn, 780 Thou ling’ring star, with less'ning ray, 315
Softly along the road of evening, 783

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, 440
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife, 387

Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul, 782
St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was!, 434 Thy greatest knew thee, Mother Earth; unsoured,
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God !, 378

799
Strong Son of God, immortal Love, 625

Thy voice is on the rolling air, 627
Spring is come to town with Love, 39

“Though three men dwell on Flannan Isle, 786
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant Tiger, tiger, burning bright, 300
king, 128

'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill, 202
Summer is icumen in, 39

'Tis the middle night by the castle clock, 351
Sunset and evening star, 636

'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, 404
Sweet and low, sweet and low, 625

To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, 273 spoke, 388
Sweet Chance, that led my steps abroad, 781 Toll for the brave, 293
Swift walk over the western wave, 419

'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won, 193

'Twas jolly, swinging through the air, 788
Take, O take those lips away, 134
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, 191

Under the greenwood tree, 133
That time of year thou may'st in me behold, 135 Under the wide and starry sky, 718
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, 638 Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-
The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold, sward, 802
403

Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart, 690
The blessed damozel leaned out, 683

Up, then, Melpomene! thou mournefulst muse of
“The child is father of the man," 378

nyne, 115
The children were shouting together, 820
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, 298 Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity, 645
The face of all the world is changed, I think, 691 Very old are the woods, 784
The Fountains mingle with the River, 416
The frost performs its secret ministry, 357

We shan't see Willy any more, Mamie, 820
The gauger walked with willing feet, 715

Weary of myself, and sick of asking, 605
The grey sea and the long black land, 656

Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 302

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