INDEX OF FIRST LINES A Chieftain to the Highlands bound A child's a plaything for an hour A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd Ariel to Miranda:-Take Art thou pale for weariness Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers As I was walking all alane As slow our ship her foamy track At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly Avenge, O Lord! Thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Awake, awake, my Lyre 151 Bards of Passion and of Mirth 247 Beauty sat bathing by a spring 63 Behold her, single in the field 337 Being your slave, what should I do but tend 59 Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed 327 Best and brightest, come away 349 Bid me to live, and I will live 147 Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy 175 Blow, blow, thou winter wind 84 Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art 278 Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren 91 Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms 95 125 78 PAGE Come away, come away, Death 88 Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me 101 Come little babe, come silly soul 85 Come live with me and be my Love 55 Come, Sleep: O Sleep! the certain knot of peace 74 Come unto these yellow sands 52 Crabbed Age and Youth 56 Cupid and my Campaspe play'd' 94 Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench 130 Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn High-way, since you my chief Parnassus be 59 How happy is he born and taught How vainly men themselves amaze I am monarch of all I survey PAGE 126 60 194 267 163 240 have had playmates, I have had companions I have no name heard a thousand blended notes meet thy pensive, moonlight face I met a traveller from an antique land remember, I remember I saw Eternity the other night 300 215 362 261 332 304 179 315 In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting 93 129 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Many a green isle needs must be Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour Mortality, behold and fear Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes My days among the Dead are past My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My Love in her attire doth shew her wit My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow My true-love hath my heart, and I have his Never love unless you can No longer mourn for me when I am dead Never seek to tell thy love Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note Not, Celia, that I juster am Now the golden Morn aloft Now the last day of many days O blithe new-comer! I have heard O Brignall banks are wild and fair O Friend! I know not which way I must look O happy shades! to me unblest O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm O leave this barren spot to me O listen, listen, ladies gay O lovers' eyes are sharp to see O Mary, at thy window be O me! what eyes hath love put in my head O Mistress mine, where are you roaming O my Luve's like a red, red rose O never say that I was false of heart O saw ye bonnie Lesley O say what is that thing call'd Light O Thou, by Nature taught O waly waly up the bank O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O talk not to me of a name great in story O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being O World! O Life! O Time Of Nelson and the North Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray Of Neptune's empire let us sing Of this fair volume which we World do name Oft in the stilly night Oh snatch'd away in beauty's bloom On a day, alack the day On a Poet's lips I slept |