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mit, Dear and True I 849.

Dear and great Angel, would'st thou only leave,

Dear, had the world in its caprice, 191.

Dervish — though yet un-dervished, call hizn

Don, the divinest women that have walked, 965.

** Enter my palace," If a prince should say, 947.
^Kupe me ? 191.

res, calm beside thee (Lady, oouldst thou

''Fame I" Yes, I said it and you read it. First,

Fear death ? —to feel the fog in my throat, 396.
Fee,faw, fumt bubble and squeak I 281.
Fire is in the flint : true, once a spark escapes.

First 1 salute this soil of the blessed, river and

rock, 877.
Flame at my footfall, Parnassus I AppUo, 948.
Flower — I never fancied, jewel— -1 profess

you I 812.
Flower o' the broom. 342.
F(Mrth, Fortii, mj beloved one, 260.
Frowned the Laird on the Lord : So, red-handed

1 catch thee? 993.

Give her but a least excuse to love me, 137.

Going his rounds one day in Ispahan, 920.

Goldoni — good, gay, sunniest of souls, 910.

Good, to forgive, 849.

Grand rough old Martin Luther, 266.

Grow old along with me ! 383.

Gr-r-r — there go, my heart's abhorrence I 167.

Had I but plenty of money, money enough and

to spare, 174.
Hameiin Town 's in Brunswick, 268.
Hea^ cassia, sandal-buds and stripes, 36.
*' Hei^ho," yawned one day King Francis, 266.
Here is a story, shall stir you I Stand up, Greeks

dead and gone, 892.
Here is a thing that happened. like wild

beasts whelped, for den, 879.
Here 's my case. Of old I used to love him,

Here 's the garden she walked across, 166.
Here 's to Kelson's memoryl 166.
Here was I with my arm and heart, 380.
He was the man —Pope Sixtus, that fifth, that

swineherd's son, 992.
High in the dome, suspended, of Hell, sad

triumph, behold us, 916.
lEBst, but a word, fair and soft I 196.
How I lived, ere my human life befi^m, 1004.
How of his fate, the I^Igrims' soldiei^guide,

How strange I— but, first of all, the little fact,



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How yerr hard it is to be, 327.

How well I know what I mean to do, 186.

I am a goddoBB of the ambrooal oonrta, 337.
I am a painter who cannot paint, 137.
I am indeed the personage you Imow, 817.
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leare I 342.
I and dire were friends — and why not ? 893.
I ooold hare painted pictures like that yonth^s,

I dream of a red-rose tree, 193.
If astransrer passed ihe tent of H^seyn, he

cried'TchurrsI" 897.
If one could haye that little head of hers, 396.
If you and I could chancre to beasts, what

beast should eithor be ? 9»9.

hear a Toice, perchance I heard, 22.

know a Mount, the gracious Sun peroeires,


know there shall dawn a day, 1005.

leaned on the turf, 374.

— "Next Poet?" No, my hearties, 807.

oidr knew one poet in my life, 336.
_ said — Then, dearest, since 't is so, 267.
Is all our fire of shipwreck wood, 373.
" send my heart up to thee, idl my heart, 262.

sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he, 164.

b happened thus : my slab, though new, 990.

t is a lie — their Priests, their Pope, 169.

b once might hare been, once only, 396.
seems as if ... or did the actual chance, 969.

b was roses, roses, all the way, 251.

Ve a Friend, over the sea, 258.

will be happy if but for once, 987.

will be qmet and talk with yon, 374.

wish that when you died last May, 396.

wonder do you feel to-day, 189.

^ohn. Master of the Temple of GKkL, 280.

^une was not oyer, 190.

ust for a handful of silyer he left us, 164.

Karshish, the pickei^up of learning's crumbs,

Kentish Sir Byng stood for lus King^ 163.
King Charles, and who 'U do him right now ?

*' Knowledge deposed, then I " — groaned whom

that most grieved, 940.

Last night I saw you in my sleep, 989.

Let's contend no more. Love. 171.

Let them fight it out, niend I things have gone

too far, 193.
Let the watching lids wink I 130.
Let us begin and carry up this corpse, 279.
*' Look, I strew beans," 942.

Man I am and man would be. Lore — merest

man and nothing more, 933.
May I print, Shelley, how it came to PMSf 821.
Morning, eirening, noon and night, 253.
Moses the Meek was thirty cubits high, 927.
My father was a scholar and knew Greek, 1002.
My first thought was, he lied in every word,

My grandfather says he remembers he saw,

when a youngster long ago, 876.

My heart sank with our daret-flask, 166.
My love, this is the bitteI^Bst, that thoo, 187.

Nay but yon, who do not lore her, 170.

Nay, that, Fnrini, never I at least, 964.

Never any more, 192.

Never the time and the place, 928.

Nobly, nobly Ci^^ Saint Vincent to the North-
west died away, 179.

** No, boy, we must not " — so began, 823.

No, for I *11 save it I Seven years since, 412.

No more wine ? then we 'U push back diaiis,
and talk. 349.

No protestmg, dearest I 814.

Not^ with my Soul, Love I — bid no aoul like
mine, 940.

Now, don't, sir ! Don't expose me ! Jnst this
oncel 397.

Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, 168.

O bell' andare, 70.

Of the million or two, more or less, 254.

Oh, but is it not hard. Dear? 916.

Oh Galuppi, fialdassare, this is very sad to

find I 176.
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth,

Ohhoiye I Love, thou that from the eyes diffos-

Oh, Love — no. Love 1 All the noise below,

Love, 946.
Oh, the beautiful girl, too white, 377.
Oh, to be in England, 179.
Oh, what a dawn of day 1 172.
Oh worthy of belief I hold it was, 909.
Once I saw a chemist take a pinch of powder,

One day, it thundered and lightened, 916.
Only the prism's obstruction shows aright, 396.
On the first of the Feast of Feasts, 413.
On the sea and at the Hogne, sixteen hundred

ninety-two, 816.
O the old wall here I How I could pass, 802.
Others may need new life in Heaven, 96H3.
O trip and skip, Elvire I Link arm in arm widi

me ! 702.
Out of the little chapel I burst, 316.
Out of your whole lire give but a moment ! 988.
Overhead the treetops meet, 144.
Over the ball of it, 810.
Over the sea our galleys went, 38.

Past we glide, and past, and past I 262.
Pauline, mine own, bend o'er me — thy soft

breast. 2.
Petrus Aponengis — there was a magician I 899.
Plague take all your pedants, say IT 167.
I^y, Reader, have you eaten ortolans, 929.

Querv : was ever a quainter, 802.
Quoth an inquirer, Praise the Merciful ! 934.
Quoth one : Sir, solve a scruple I No true ssge,

Room after room, 191.

Round the cape of a sudden came tiie sea, 170.
Round us the wild creatures, overhead the
trees, 930.

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Said Abner, ''At last thou art oome I £r« I

tell, ere thoa speAk, 179.
SaTage I was sittiiig in my house, late, lone,

See, as the prettiest graves ivill do in time, 170.
Shakespeare I — to such name^s sounding, what

snooeeds, 947.
Shall I sonnet-fdng yon about myself ? 806.
She should nerer naye looked at me, 169.
SuHbed Bawdon Brown : Yes, I 'm departing,

Tom! 947.
Sing me a hero ! Queneh my thirst, 887.
So far as our story approaches the end, 267.
So, friend, your shop was all your house I 809.
So. I shall see her in tl^ree days. 192.
Solomon Kiag of the Jews and the Queen of

Sheba, B^kis, 913.
Some people hang portraits up, 396.
*'So say the fooli^!*' Say the foolish so,

Loye ? 988.
So, the head aches and the limbs are faint I 936.
So, the three Court-ladies began, 991.
So, the year 'sdone with I 170.
Stand still, true poet that yon are I 195.
Sdll ailing. Wind ? Wilt be appeased or no ?

Still you stand, still you listen, still you smile I

Stop, let me have the truth of that I 379.
Stop playing, poet I May a brother speak ?

Stop rowing I This one of our bye-canals, 994.
Such a starved bank of moss, 859.
Supposed of Pamphylaz the Antiochene, 385.
Suppose that we part (work done, comes play),

Take the doak from his face, and at first, 194.
That fawn^^kin-dappled hair oi hers, 190.
That oblong book ^s the Album : hand it here !

That second time they hunted me, 258.
That *8 my last Duchess painted on the wall, 252.
That was I, you heard last night, 189.
The bee with his comb, 144.
The blind man to the maiden siud, 910.
The fancy I had to-day, 701.
The gods I ask deliverance from these labors,

The gray sea and the long black land, 170.
The Lord, we look to once for all. 280.
The mom when first it thunders m March, 176.
The moth's kiss, first I 262.
The Poet's age is sad : for why ? 987.
** The poets pour us wine — " 827.
The rain set early in to-night, 286.
There is nothing to remember in me, 376.
There 's a palace in Florence, the world knows

well, 283.
There 's a woman like a dew-drop, she 's so

purer than the purest, 220.
There 's heaven above, and night by night, 341.
There they are, my fifty men and women, 361.
The swallow has set her six young on the rail,

The year 's at the spring, 133.
** They tell me, your carpenters," quoth I to

my friend the Buss, 880.

This is a spray the Bird clung to, 189.

This now, this other story makes amends, 918.

This strange thing hi^pmied to a painter onoe«

This was my dream ; I saw a Forest, 990.

Thou, whom these eyes saw never I Say friends
true, 948.

Thus I wrote in London, musing on my betters,

Toush him ne 'er ae fifi^itly, into song he broke,

'T was Bedford Special Assize, one daft Mid-
summer's Day, 887.

Up jumped Tokay on our table, 166.

15>« up* np — next step of the staircase, 979.

Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity I 348.
Verse-maldne was least of my virtues: I
viewed with despair, 939.

Wanting is — what? 911.

We two stood simply friend-like side by aide,

We were two lovers ; let me lie by her, 812.
What are we two? 263.
What girl but, having gathered flowers, 988.
What, he on whom our voices unanimously ran,

What, I disturb thee at thy morning meal, 938.
What is he buzzing in my ears ? 394.
What it was struck the terror into me ? 1001.
What 's become of Waring, 264.
When I vexed you. and you chid me, 937.
Where the quiet-oolored end of evening smiles,

Who hears of Helen's Tower, may dream per-
chance, 601.
Who will, may hear Sordello's story told, 75.
^'Why?" Because all I haply can and do,

Why from the world, Ferishtah smiled, should

thanks, 946.
Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best,

Will you hear my story also, 911.
Wind, wave, and bark, bear £uthukles and

me, 628.
Wish no word unspoken, want no look away,

Woe, he went galloping into the war, 987.
Would a man 'scape the rod? 372.
Would it were I had been false, not you I 378.
Would that the structure brave, the manifold

music I bmld, 382.

Tet womanhood vou reverence, 993.

** You are sick, that 's sure," — they say, 892.

Ton blame me that I ran away ? 993.

Ton groped vour wajr across my room i' the

drear dark dead of night, 932.
Ton have seen better days, dear ? So have I,

Ton in the flesh and here, 989.
Ton know, we French stormed Batisbon, 251.
Ton '11 love me yet 1 — and I can tarry, 142.
Ton 're my friend, 271.
Your ^ost will walk, you lover of trees, 178.

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Abt Vos^er, ^fter he has been Extemporixiiisr
upon the Mnsioal LiBtnimeiit of hit Inyen-
tion), 382.

Adam, lilith, and Ere, 916.

After, 194.


Andrea del Sarto, 346.
Another Way of LoTe, 190.
Any Wife to Any Hnsbaxd, 187.
Apollo and the Fates, 948.
Apparent Failoie, 412.
Appearanoee. 814.
Arcades Amoo, 993.
Abistophakes' Apoloot, 628.
Artemis Prologizes, 337.
AsoLAinx), 986.
At the*' Mermaid," 807.

Bad Dreamt}. 989.

Balaustion^s Advehtubb, 602.

Bean-Feast, The, 992.

Bean-Stripe, A : also Apple-Eating, 942.

Beatrice Signorini, 996.

Before, 193.

Ben Karshook's Wisdon^ 372.

Bernard de Mandeville, Parleyings with, 952.

Bifurcation, 812.

Bishop Blongram's Apology, 349.^

Bishop, The, orders his Tam\

Chnroh, 348.
Blind Man to the Maiden, The, 910.
Blot nr thb 'Soutghbon, A, 2ia
Boot and Saddle, 163.
Boy and the Angel, The, 253.
By the Fireside, 185.

Caliban upon Setebos, 392.

Camel-Dnrer, A, 936.

Cardinal and the Dog, The, 991.

Cayalier Tones, 163.

Cenciiga, 820.

Charles ATison, Parleyings with, 974.

Cherries, 938.

*' ChUde Roland to the Dark Tower came," 287.

Christmas-Eye and Eastbb-Dat, 316.

Christopher Smart, Parleyings with, 969.

Cleon, 358.

CKre, 893.

Colombe's Bibthdat, 230.

Confessional, The, 169.

Confessions, 394.

Count Gismond, 252.

Cristina, 169.

Cristina and Monaldeschi, 914.

Ibmb at Saint Prazed's

Daniel Bartoli, Parieyings with, 965,
Deaf and Dumb, 306.
Death in the Descort, A, 385.
" De Qustibns," 178.
Development, 1002.
Dis Alitor Yisnm, 979.

Doctor ,906.

Donald, 911.
Dkamatio Idtls, 876.
Dramatic Lyrics, 163.
Dramatic Romances, 251.
Dramatis Persona, 373.
Dubiety, 987.

Epitaph on Levi Lincoln Thazter, 947.
Eurydice to Orpheus, 395.
Erelyn Hope, 171.

Face, A, m*

Fame, 170.

Family, The, 922.

Fears and Scruples, 811.

Ferishtah's Fancies, 929.

Fdinb at the Fair, 701.

Filippo Baldinucci on the Privilege of Burial,

Flight of the Duchess, The, 271.

Flower's Name, The, 166.

Flute-Music, with an Accompaniment, 999.

Forgiveness, A, 817.

Founder of the Feast, The, 947.

Fra Lippp Lippi, 342.

Francis Furim, Parleyings with, 964.

Fust and his Friends, 979.

Garden Fancies, 166.

George Bubb Dodington, Parieyings with, 961.

Gerard de Lairesse, l^arleyings wiUi, 970.

Give a Rouse, 163.

Glove, The, 256.

Gold Hair, 376.


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Goldoni, 910.

Gnamnariaa's Funeral, A, 279.

Quardian Angel, The, 19^

fialbert and Hob, 879.

Helen's Tower, 601.

Herakles, 660.

Heretic's Tragedy, The, 280.

Her7^ Kiel, 815.

Holy-Cross Day, 281.

Home-Thoughts, £rom Abroad, 179.

Home-Thoughts, from the Sea, 179.

House, 808.

Hofw it strikes a Contemporary, 336.

** How they brought the Good News from Ghent

to Aix," 164.
Humility, 988.

'' Imperante Augusto Natus Bit ^ " lOOL

In a Balcony, 364.

In a Gondola, 262.

Inapprehensiyeneas, 991.

In a Tear, 192.

Incident of the French Camp, 261.

Inn Album, Thb, 773.

Instans Tyrannus, 254.

In Three Days, 192.

Italian in England, The, 268.

Ivlm Ivjinovitoh, 880.

Ldon, 916.

James Lee's Wife, 373.
Joohanan Hakkaaosh, 918.

Johannes Agriooki in Meditation, 341.

Koxa ViOTOB AND Kjxq Chaslbs, 145.

Laboratory. The. 168.

Lady and the Painter, The, 903.


Last Ride Together, The, 267.

Life in a Loye, 191.

%ht Woman, A, 267.

Likeness, A, 396.

Lost Leader, The, 164.

Lost Mistress, The, 170.

Lore, 170.

Lore among the Ruins, 171.

Lore in a Ofe, 191.

Lovers' Quarrel, A, 172.

LuBiA, 299.

Magical Nature, 812.

Marching Along, 163.

Martin Relph, 875.

Mary Wollstoneoraft and FuseE, 916.

Master Hugues of Saxe-Gotha, 195.

May and Death, 395.

Meetine at Night, 170.

Melon-Seller, The, 930.

Memorabilia, 195.

Mbn and Wokbn, 335.

Mesmerism, 255.

Misconceptions, 189.

Mihrab Shah, 934.

Mr. Sludge, '^the Medium," 397.

Muokle-Mouth Meg, 993.

Mul^ykeh. 897.

My LastDuchess, 252.

My Star, 184.

Names, The, 947.

Nationality in Drinks, 106.

Natural Magic, 811.

Ned Bratts, 887.

Neyer tiie Time and the Place, 928.

Now, 988.

Numpholeptos, 812.

Oh Lore I Lore JB74.
Old Pictures in Florence, 176.
One Way of Love. 190.
One Word More, 361.

Paoohiabotto, Of, and how h


Pambo, 928.

Pan and Luna, 909.

Pakacslsus, 12.

Pableyinos with Cebtain Pbopxa or Im-


Parting at Morning, 170.

Patriot, The, 251.

Paulinb, 1.

PearL a Girl, A, 968.

Pheidippides, 877.

Pictor Ignotus, 341.

Red Piper of Hamelin, The, 268.

Pietro of Abano, 899.

PiUar at Sebzevar, A, 940.

PiPPA PA88R8, 128.

Hsgah-Sights, 810.

Plot-Culture, 739.

Poetics. 968.

Ponte Dell' AngekKVenice, 994.

Pope and the Net, The, 992.

Popularity, 195.

Porphyria's Loyer, 286.

Pretty Woman, A, 190.


Prologue (to Asokndo). 987.
Prologue (to Ferishtah's Fancies), 929.
Prologue (to Fifine at the Fair), 70L
Prolo^e (to Pacchiarotto), 802.
Prospice, 395.

Rabbi Ben Ezra, 383.
Rawdon Brown, 947.
Red Cotton NightOap Country ; OB Tdbi

AND TOWSB8, 736.
Respectability, 191.
Return of the Dbuses, The, 197.
Reverie, 1005.

RiNO AND THE BoOK, ThB, 414.

Rosny, 987.

Rudel to the Lady of Tripoli, 36L

St. Martin's Summer, 814.

Saul, 179.

Serenade at the Villa, A« 180.

Shah Abbas, 930.

Shop, 809.

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fiibnadns SchafnabiiigenBi8| 167.
Soliloquy of the Spanisn Cloister, 167.
Solomon and Balkis, 913.
Song: ^* NaT but yon, who do not lore her," 170.
Sonnet : ** Elyes, calm beside thee (Lady, oonldst
thou know IV' 11.


Soul's Tkaokdt, A, 288.

SpeenhKtiTe, 988.

Statue and the Bust, The, 283.

Stbaftobd, 49.

Summnm Bonum, 988.

Sun, The, 933.

Thaxter, Levi Lincoln, Ei

Through the Metidja to Al

Time's Reyenges, 268.

Toccata of Qalnppi's, A, 175.

Too Late, 380.

** Touch him ne'er so lightly," 9ia

aph on. 947.
l-el-Kadr, 166.

*' Transcendentalism: A Poem m Twelve

Books," 336.
Trav, 887.
Twins, The, 266.
Two Camels, 937.
Two in the Campagna, 189.
Two P0BT8 OF Cboibig, Thx, 869.

Up at a Villa — Down in the City, 174.

Wanting 18 — What ? 9U.
Waring, 264.
Which? 991.
White Witchcraft, 989.
Why I am a liberal, 948.
Woman's Last Word, A, 17t
Women and Roses, 193.
Worst of It, The, 378.

Youth and Art, 396.

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