Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) And did those feet in ancient time 217 146 218 204 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 62 Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying 116 164 Breathes there the man with soul so dead 119 By all means use sometimes to be alone Come then, my friend, my genius! Come along 252 80 94 Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove PAGE 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 yet what I am who cares, or knows? I cannot ope mine eyes I climb'd a hill as light fell short 19 How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank 112 38 78 170 235 236 I dream'd that, as I wander'd by the way 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 Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there 129 208 Man, one harmonious soul of many a soul 243 89 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 My true love hath my heart, and I have his 119 154 177 174 10 210 136 132 No coward soul is mine Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note Now, God be thank'd Who has match'd us with His hour Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger O Living Will that shalt endure O Mary, go and call the cattle home O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done 75 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being 159 206 Of Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit 219 165 244 Oh! hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight Oh, to be in England Oh, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words? On a poet's lips I slept On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble PAGE 25 133 115 121 6 124 152 One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee. 209 Orpheus with his lute made trees 4 Others apart sat on a Hill retired 230 Our bugles sang truce-for the night-cloud had lower'd . 115 6 Speak: thy strong words may never pass away Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king 110 134 86 15 188 232 5 22 133 203 68 24 173 Swiftly walk o'er the western wave. Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind Tell me where is Fancy bred That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this 216 186 198 147 First lieutenant,' 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 There is a pleasure in the pathless woods There lived a wife at Usher's well There was a roaring in the wind all night This is the weather the cuckoo likes Thou art light and thou art free Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men Turning from these with awe, once more I raised 'Twas at the season when the Earth upsprings 216 68 195 104 Waken, lords and ladies gay Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet. We wander'd to the Pine Forest We who are old, old and gay Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf Whence and what art thou, execrable shape 1 82 82 63 25 205 229 81 8 218 144 146 135 76 23 When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame Where the bee sucks, there suck I |