A king lived long ago Alas for them! their day is o'er. Alas! what boots the long, laborious quest All the world's a stage All things that are All thoughts, all passions, all delights. A mist was driving down the British Channel And I shall sleep, and on thy side And passing here through evening dew WORDSWORTH 326 158 274 SCOTT 122 270 SCOTT 442 TENNYSON 198 W. BLAKE 29 BROWNING 282 And whither would you lead me? As I in hoary winter's night. ROBERT SOUTHWELL 191 WORDSWORTH R. BARNEFIELD. A. H. CLOUGH Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints whose bones MILTON TENNYSON BARTLETT 505 17 35 32 471 99 82 72 129 A wet sheet and a flowing sea Bankrupt, our pockets inside out Beaver roars hoarse with melting snows Being asked by an intimate party Below the bottom of the great abyss. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy father Better trust all, and be deceived Between the dark and the daylight Between the acting of a dreadful thing Blackened and bleeding, helpless, panting, prone Blue crystal vault and elemental fires Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen Brave Schill, by death delivered Break, Fantasy, from the cave of cloud Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride But all our praises, why should lords engross But are ye sure the news is true? But fare you well, auld Nickie-Ben. But for ye speken of such gentilesse But I wol turn againe to Ariadne But souls that of his own good life partake Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin Calm and still light on yon great plain Come into the garden, Maud. Come on, come on, and where you go Come on, sir, here's the place: stand still Come seeling night. Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged Come to Licöo! the sun is riding Come to the river's reedy shore Dark fell the night, the watch was set Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die Dear my friend and fellow-student Deep in the waves is a coral grove Dinas Emiliun, lament, for the moment is nigh. Each care-worn face is but a book Faintly as tolls the evening chime Faire Daffodills, we weep to see Fair pledges of a fruitful tree Fare thee well! and if forever Farewell, ye lofty spires Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter Far have I clambered in my mind HENRY MORE. 176 He's gane! he's gane! he's frae us torn Fear no more the heat o' the sun Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn Give me my scallop's shell of quiet God moves in a mysterious way. God of science and of light Goe, happy rose, and interwove Go, soul, the body's guest Great Ocean! strongest of Creation's sons Hail to the chief who in triumph advances Happy, happier far than thou Happy those early days when I Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings Hath this world without me wrought? Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss-shay? He clasps the crag with hooked hands He is gone is dust He is gone on the mountains He leaves the earth, and says enough Hence, all you vain delights! Hence, loathed melancholy! Hence, vain deluding joys! Here is the place; right over the hill Here let us live, and spend away our lives Here might I pause and bend in reverence Her fingers shame the ivory keys Her finger was so small, the ring Her house is all of echo made He's a rare man He that loves a rosy cheek He works in rings, in magic rings of chance Hope smiled when your nativity was cast How changed is here each place man makes or fills! How many a time have I How many thousand of my poorest subjects How oft when thou my music, music play'st How they go by, those strange and dreamlike men! How young and fresh am I to-night! I am holy while I stand I called on dreams and visions to disclose I came to a laund of white and green. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep. If men be worlds, there is in every one If this great world of joy and pain If thou be one whose heart the holy forms 1 got me flowers to strew thy way I have ships that went to sea. I have, thou gallant Trojan I have woven shrouds of air I hear thy solemn anthem fall I know a little garden close I made a footing in the wall I made a posie, while the day ran by I mind it weel, in early date I'm sitting alone by the fire 1 must go furnish up Inland, within a hollow vale I stood In sweet dreams, softer than unbroken rest In the frosty season, when the sun In the golden reign of Charlemagne the king. In the summer even In this world, the isle of dreams In vain the common theme my tongue would shun In what torn ship soever I embark In Xanadu did Kubla Khan In yonder grave a Druid lies I see a dusk and awful figure rise I see before me the gladiator lie I see men's judgments are. I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus. I sift the snow on the mountains below I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he. Is there for honest poverty Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child? It don't seem hardly right, John It follows now you are to prove. It happen that I came on a day I think not on my father It is not to be thought of, that the flood It little profits that an idle king It's narrow, narrow make your bed It's no in titles or in rank It was fifty years ago It was the season, when through all the land. It was the time when lilies blow It was the winter wild It was thy fear, or else some transient wind I wandered lonely as a cloud I watched her face, suspecting germs I wish I were where Helen lies I would that thou might always be I've taught me other tongues John Anderson, my jo, John John Brown in Kansas settled like a steadfast WORDSWORTH 520 53 94 192 154 29 122 SHAKSPEARE 265 CHANNING 27 CHANNING 92 WILLIAM MORRIS 442 BYRON 283 HERBERT. 151 |