A widow bird sate mourning for her love PAGE 87 209 109 123 63 217 146 218 204 Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? 246 113 62 Blow, blow, thou winter wind Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying By yon castle wa', at the close of the day 164 119 252 80 Come then, my friend, my genius! Come along Deep in the shady sadness of a vale. Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove Earth has not anything to show more fair England! awake! awake! awake! . 36 PAGE For all we have and are Fain would I change that note Farewell to the Land where the gloom of my Glory For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see 131 188 182 97 153 Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings 2 I am monarch of all I survey I'm wearin' awa', John I am yet what I am who cares, or knows? I cannot ope mine eyes I climb'd a hill as light fell short I dream'd that, as I wander'd by the way 112 38 78 170 235 236 125 I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree 183 I wish I were where Helen lies. 73 If thou wast still, O stream 13 If you can keep your head when all about you Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime 224 It is a beauteous evening, calm and free . It is not growing like a tree It keeps eternal whisperings around. It was a' for our rightfu' King PAGE 130 40 26 104 79 Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Leans now the fair willow, dreaming 27 10 78 26 Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here 119 154 177 174 10 210 My silks and fine array 136 . My true love hath my heart, and I have his 132 No coward soul is mine 245 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note 16 Now, God be thank'd Who has match'd us with His hour 244 Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile. 40 Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Of Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit 219 165 Oh! hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight Oh, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words? PAGE 25 133 115 121 6 One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee. 209 Orpheus with his lute made trees Others apart sat on a Hill retired 230 Our bugles sang truce-for the night-cloud had lower'd . 115 Speak: thy strong words may never pass away Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind The captain stood on the carronade: First lieutenant,' says he The curfew tolls the knell of parting day The feathers of the willow The glories of our blood and state The Minstrel-boy to the war is gone The night has a thousand eyes 110 134 86 15 188 232 5 22 133 203 68 24 173 216 186 198 147 88 166 225 109 98 13 137 The sun is warm, the sky is clear The world is too much with us; late and soon There lived a wife at Usher's well This is the weather the cuckoo likes Thou art light and thou art free Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness PAGE 23 3 171 156 127 101 178 71 211 8 124 162 Turning from these with awe, once more I raised 195 Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf 205 When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame |
