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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
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A breath, a sigh and March is fled 93
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun 109
A Paradise on earth is found . .169
A Sonnet is a moment's monument . . . . . . .114
A spirit haunts the year's last hours ....... 80
A wet sheet and a flowing sea 64
Absent from thee, I languish still ! 36
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd 38
And thou art dead, as young and fair ...... 239
April, April 88
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? 27
As we rush, as we rush in the train ....... 82
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears ... 60
Avenge, O Lord, Thy slaughter'd saints whose bones . . .104
Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake . .129
Begone, dull Care ! I prithee begone from me ! 19
Behold her, single in the field . . 187
Bird of the wilderness . 56
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy 118
Blow, blow, thou winter wind . 24
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away ! . 77
Break, break, break ! . 242
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms 103
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry 34
Come, dear children, let us away 203
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height .... 193
Come live with me and be my love . . . . . . .168
Come unto these yellow sands 25
Comfort thee, O thou mourner, yet awhile ! 242
Could we float thus ever 83
Crabbed Age and Youth 23
Does the road wind uphill all the way? 84
Drifted snow no more is seen 46
Drink to me only with thine eyes 29
Earth has not anything to show more fair . . . . . 106
Ere frost-flowers and snow-blossom faded and fell . . . -158
Eternal Spirit of the chainless mind ! . . . . . . .108
Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! . . . . . .141
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see 33
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree . . . . . . . -33
Fair Star of Evening, Splendour of the West . . . . .107
Four seasons fill the measure of the year no
269
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
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From the forests and highlands 67
From you have I been absent in the spring . . . . . 101
Full fathom five thy father lies . . . . . . . 25
Go, lovely Rose !........... 34
God of our fathers, known of old 89
Green fields of England ! wheresoe'er . . . . . . -75
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass . . . . . .112
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit ! . 141
Happy the man whose wish and care 39
Hark ! ah, the Nightingale ! 157
Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings . . . . .24
Hear the sledges with the bells 71
Hence! loathed Melancholy 172
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling . . . 51
How happy is he born and taught . . ... . .26
How sleep the brave who sink to rest . . . . . .129
How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal !..... 105
How vainly men themselves amaze . . . . . . .176
I cannot change, as others do 35
I heard a thousand blended notes -59
I sorrowed that the golden day was dead . . ... .90
I wander'd lonely as a cloud ........ 58
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile . . . . .236
I would live, if I had my will 209
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song 127
If doughty deeds my lady please .... .... 44
If thou must love me, let it be for nought. . . . . -113
I'm wearing awa', Jean 51
In such a night, when every louder wind . . . . . . 179
In vain to me the smiling mornings shine 105
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 188
It was a dismal and a fearful night . . . . . . .223
It was a thicky shade .......... 166
I've heard them lifting at our ewe-milking 47
Leather the heart o' me, leather the rind o' me . . . 91
Let me not to the marriage of true minds .102
Let others strive for wealth or praise 207
Lett no man cum into this hall . . . . . . . 19
Life of life ! thy lips enkindle . . . 69
Like two cathedral towers those stately pines 113
Little fly 53
Loud is the vale 1 the voice is up ... .... 235
Mine be a cot beside the hill 186
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold ..... 109
Music, when soft voices die 68
My banks they are furnish'd with bees . . . . . 185
My fairest child, I have no song to give you . . . -75
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains . . . . .150
My heart leaps up when I behold 58
Mysterious Night ! when our first parent knew . . . . . 1 1 1
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No, no ! go not to Lethe, neither twist 152
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room . . . . .106
O Joy of Creation 85
O Mary, go, and call the cattle home 75
O my Luve's like a red, red rose . 48
O sing unto my roundelay 45
O wild West Wind ! thou breath of Autumn's being . . . -145
O'er the smooth enamell'd green 32
Of all the girls that are so smart 40
Oft in the stilly night 63
Oh, blessed ease ! no more of Heaven I ask 1 1 1
Oh, that those lips had language ! life has passed . . . .231
Oh, to be in England 77
On either side the river lie 197
One day I wrote her name upon the strand 100
Others abide our question Thou art free ! 114
Over hill, over dale 22
Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day 30
Phyllis is my only joy 37
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu 53
Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair 29
Rarely, rarely comest thou 70
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky 81
Royal and saintly Cashel ! I would gaze 108
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! 147
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 101
She dwelt among the untrodden ways 235
She stood breast-high amid the corn . . . . . . .190
Silent Nymph, with curious eye! 181
Sing we and chant it 20
Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er 5^
Somer is yeomen in 18
Star that bringest home the bee 62
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God 133
Sweet and low, sweet and low . . . . . . . -78
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright! . . . . . .31
Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph, that livest unseen . . 32
Swiftly walk o'er the western wave 68
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean . ... -79
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind 35
Tell me, thou soul of her I love . 43
Tell me where is fancy bred . 23
The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places . . . .214
The cock is crowing 186
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day . . . . . .227
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary . .... -76
The Lady of the Hills with crimes untold 115
The lovely lass o' Inverness 48
The man of life upright 26
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The merchant to secure his treasure 37
The poetry of earth is never dead . . . . . . .116
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep 112
The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! 65
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings .... 100
The splendour falls on castle walls 80
The world is too much with us ; late and soon ..... 107
The year's at the spring 78
There be none of Beauty's daughters 66 -
There is a garden in her face . . . . . . . -31
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream . . . -135
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness ! 148
Three fishers went sailing away to the west . . . . .190
'Tis the last rose of summer 64
To me, fair friend, you never can be old . . . . . .102
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won . . . . . .119
Under a spreading chestnut-tree . . . . . . . .191
Up, then, Melpomene ! thou mournefulst Muse of nyne . . .215
Waken, lords and ladies gay 55
Wee modest crimson-tipped flow'r 50
Weep you no more, sad fountains . . . . . . .28
Welcome, wild North- Easter ! 155
What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade . . . .225
What is so rare as a day in June? 202
What power is this? what witchery wins my feet . . . .115
When Britain first at Heaven's command . . . . .42
When I consider how my light is spent . . . . . .104
When icicles hang by the wall .... ... .20
When maidens such as Hester die 238
When Music, heavenly maid, was young . . . . . .123
When runnels began to leap and sing 86
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy . . . 52
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I 25
Where the pools are bright and deep -57
Where the remote Bermudas ride 178
Whither, 'midst falling dew 153
Who can live in heart so glad . .165
Who is Sylvia? What is she? 21
Winter reigneth o'er the land 83
With blackest moss the flower-plots 194
With lifted feet, hands still 88
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon 49
Ye Mariners of England . . . ... . . . 61
Ye spotted snakes with double tongue 22
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more 218
Yonder in the heather there's a bed for sleeping .... 92
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
PAGE
A breath, a sigh and March is fled 93
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun 109
A Paradise on earth is found . .169
A Sonnet is a moment's monument . . . . . . .114
A spirit haunts the year's last hours ....... 80
A wet sheet and a flowing sea 64
Absent from thee, I languish still ! 36
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd 38
April, April 88
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? 27
As we rush, as we rush in the train ....... 82
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears ... 60
Avenge, O Lord, Thy slaughter'd saints whose bones . . .104
Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake . .129
Begone, dull Care ! I prithee begone from me ! 19
Behold her, single in the field . . 187
Bird of the wilderness . 56
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy 118
Blow, blow, thou winter wind . 24
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away ! . 77
Break, break, break ! . 242
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms 103
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry 34
Come, dear children, let us away 203
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height .... 193
Come live with me and be my love . . . . . . .168
Come unto these yellow sands 25
Comfort thee, O thou mourner, yet awhile ! 242
Could we float thus ever 83
Crabbed Age and Youth 23
Does the road wind uphill all the way? 84
Drifted snow no more is seen 46
Drink to me only with thine eyes 29
Earth has not anything to show more fair . . . . . 106
Ere frost-flowers and snow-blossom faded and fell . . . -158
Eternal Spirit of the chainless mind ! . . . . . . .108
Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! . . . . . .141
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see 33
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree . . . . . . . -33
Fair Star of Evening, Splendour of the West . . . . .107
Four seasons fill the measure of the year no
269
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
PAGE
From the forests and highlands 67
From you have I been absent in the spring . . . . . 101
Full fathom five thy father lies . . . . . . . 25
Go, lovely Rose !........... 34
God of our fathers, known of old 89
Green fields of England ! wheresoe'er . . . . . . -75
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass . . . . . .112
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit ! . 141
Happy the man whose wish and care 39
Hark ! ah, the Nightingale ! 157
Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings . . . . .24
Hear the sledges with the bells 71
Hence! loathed Melancholy 172
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling . . . 51
How happy is he born and taught . . ... . .26
How sleep the brave who sink to rest . . . . . .129
How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal !..... 105
How vainly men themselves amaze . . . . . . .176
I cannot change, as others do 35
I heard a thousand blended notes -59
I sorrowed that the golden day was dead . . ... .90
I wander'd lonely as a cloud ........ 58
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile . . . . .236
I would live, if I had my will 209
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song 127
If doughty deeds my lady please .... .... 44
If thou must love me, let it be for nought. . . . . -113
I'm wearing awa', Jean 51
In such a night, when every louder wind . . . . . . 179
In vain to me the smiling mornings shine 105
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 188
It was a dismal and a fearful night . . . . . . .223
It was a thicky shade .......... 166
I've heard them lifting at our ewe-milking 47
Leather the heart o' me, leather the rind o' me . . . 91
Let me not to the marriage of true minds .102
Let others strive for wealth or praise 207
Lett no man cum into this hall . . . . . . . 19
Life of life ! thy lips enkindle . . . 69
Like two cathedral towers those stately pines 113
Little fly 53
Loud is the vale 1 the voice is up ... .... 235
Mine be a cot beside the hill 186
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold ..... 109
Music, when soft voices die 68
My banks they are furnish'd with bees . . . . . 185
My fairest child, I have no song to give you . . . -75
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains . . . . .150
My heart leaps up when I behold 58
Mysterious Night ! when our first parent knew . . . . . 1 1 1
270
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
PAGE
No, no ! go not to Lethe, neither twist 152
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room . . . . .106
O Joy of Creation 85
O Mary, go, and call the cattle home 75
O my Luve's like a red, red rose . 48
O sing unto my roundelay 45
O wild West Wind ! thou breath of Autumn's being . . . -145
O'er the smooth enamell'd green 32
Of all the girls that are so smart 40
Oft in the stilly night 63
Oh, blessed ease ! no more of Heaven I ask 1 1 1
Oh, that those lips had language ! life has passed . . . .231
Oh, to be in England 77
On either side the river lie 197
One day I wrote her name upon the strand 100
Others abide our question Thou art free ! 114
Over hill, over dale 22
Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day 30
Phyllis is my only joy 37
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu 53
Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair 29
Rarely, rarely comest thou 70
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky 81
Royal and saintly Cashel ! I would gaze 108
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! 147
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 101
She dwelt among the untrodden ways 235
She stood breast-high amid the corn . . . . . . .190
Silent Nymph, with curious eye! 181
Sing we and chant it 20
Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er 5^
Somer is yeomen in 18
Star that bringest home the bee 62
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God 133
Sweet and low, sweet and low . . . . . . . -78
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright! . . . . . .31
Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph, that livest unseen . . 32
Swiftly walk o'er the western wave 68
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean . ... -79
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind 35
Tell me, thou soul of her I love . 43
Tell me where is fancy bred . 23
The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places . . . .214
The cock is crowing 186
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day . . . . . .227
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary . .... -76
The Lady of the Hills with crimes untold 115
The lovely lass o' Inverness 48
The man of life upright 26
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
PAGE
The merchant to secure his treasure 37
The poetry of earth is never dead . . . . . . .116
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep 112
The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! 65
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings .... 100
The splendour falls on castle walls 80
The world is too much with us ; late and soon ..... 107
The year's at the spring 78
There be none of Beauty's daughters 66 -
There is a garden in her face . . . . . . . -31
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream . . . -135
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness ! 148
Three fishers went sailing away to the west . . . . .190
'Tis the last rose of summer 64
To me, fair friend, you never can be old . . . . . .102
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won . . . . . .119
Under a spreading chestnut-tree . . . . . . . .191
Up, then, Melpomene ! thou mournefulst Muse of nyne . . .215
Waken, lords and ladies gay 55
Wee modest crimson-tipped flow'r 50
Weep you no more, sad fountains . . . . . . .28
Welcome, wild North- Easter ! 155
What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade . . . .225
What is so rare as a day in June? 202
What power is this? what witchery wins my feet . . . .115
When Britain first at Heaven's command . . . . .42
When I consider how my light is spent . . . . . .104
When icicles hang by the wall .... ... .20
When maidens such as Hester die 238
When Music, heavenly maid, was young . . . . . .123
When runnels began to leap and sing 86
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy . . . 52
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I 25
Where the pools are bright and deep -57
Where the remote Bermudas ride 178
Whither, 'midst falling dew 153
Who can live in heart so glad . .165
Who is Sylvia? What is she? 21
Winter reigneth o'er the land 83
With blackest moss the flower-plots 194
With lifted feet, hands still 88
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon 49
Ye Mariners of England . . . ... . . . 61
Ye spotted snakes with double tongue 22
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more 218
Yonder in the heather there's a bed for sleeping .... 92
CAMBRIDGE: PRINTED BY JOHN CLAY, M.A. AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS.
UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY
BERKELEY
Return to desk from which borrowed.
This book is DUE on the last date stamped below.
DEC 22 W47
. j
SEP 15 1952 LU
T/F
LD 21-100m-9,'47(A5702sl6)476
YB 75557
tHE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY
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