A spirit haunts the year's last hours A widow bird sate mourning for her love Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) All the world's a stage PAGE 87 209 109 123 63 217 146 218 204 And did those feet in ancient time 36 And is there care in heaven? And is there love? 228 And like a dying lady, lean and pale 112 Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? 246 113 At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying Come then, my friend, my genius! Come along Come, when no graver cares employ Dear Doctor, I have read your play. PAGE Four Seasons fill the measure of the year Full fathom five thy father lies Give me my scallop-shell of quiet Give to me the life I love. Green fields of England! wheresoe'er 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 97 153 227 204 21 247 11 114 He leapt to arms unbidden Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings He clasps the crag with crooked hands Helen, thy beauty is to me Hence, loathed Melancholy Hence, vain deluding joys I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows? I cannot ope mine eyes 38 78 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 ཚསྶ 84 224 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 My heart leaps up when I behold 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 2 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being 159 O world! O life! O time! 206 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? On a poet's lips I slept On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble Our bugles sang truce-for the night-cloud had lower'd 115 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king 5 That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this The captain stood on the carronade: 'First lieutenant,' says he The curfew tolls the knell of parting day The expense of Spirit in a waste of shame 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 216 186 198 147 88 166 225 109 98 13 137 PAGE The sun descending in the west The Sun does arise The sun is warm, the sky is clear The world is too much with us; late and soon Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness 23 3 171 156 127 101 178 71 211 8 124 162 Turning from these with awe, once more I raised 'Twas at the season when the Earth upsprings 17 216 68 Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf Whence and what art thou, execrable shape When first my brave Johnnie lad When icicles hang by the wall. When I consider how my light is spent When I would muse in boyhood When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes When the lamp is shatter'd When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame Where the bee sucks, there suck I 1 82 82 63 25 205 229 81 8 218 144 146 135 76 23 145 103 20 6 |