Chapter XIV: Part THE FIFTH: CCLVIII (4)

Conceit, begotten by the eyes, 3

Condemned to Hope’s delusive mine, 207

Dear Love, let me this evening die, 184

Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee, 142

Die down, O dismal day, and let me live, 303

E’en such is time; which takes on trust, 53

Ere, in the northern gale, 340

Fair maid, had I not heard thy baby cries, 246

Fair ship, that from the Italian shore, 368

Fair Star of Evening; Splendour of the West, 258

Fair stood the wind for France, 35

False world, good night, since thou hast brought, 42

False world, thou liest; thou canst not lend, 131

Fare well man’s dark last journey o’er the deep, 325

Farewell, too little and too lately known, 132

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun, 49

First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come, 117

Five years have passed; five summers, with the length, 272

Forget not yet the tried intent, 15

Fresh clad from heaven in robes of white, 301

Friend faber, cast me a round hollow ball, 9

From you have I been absent in the spring, 29

Genius and its rewards are briefly told, 362

Give place, ye lovers, here before, 16

Go, empty joys, 103

Go, lovely Rose!, 62

Gone were but the winter cold, 321

Go, silly worm, drudge, trudge, and travel, 9

Go, Soul, the body’s guest, 6

Great Monarch of the world, from whose power springs, 112

Green little vaulter on the sunny grass, 247

Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!, 176

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit, 283

Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick, 331

Happy the man, whose wish and care, 160

Happy those early days, when I, 150

Hardly we breathe, although the air be free, 232

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star, 268

Heaven, what an age is this! what race, 92

Hence, all you vain delights, 40

Hence, loathèd Melancholy, 83

Hence, vain deluding Joys, 87

Here lies a piece of Christ; a star in dust, 135

Her sufferings ended with the day!, 378

He safely walks in darkest ways, 351

Hope, of all ills that men endure, 95

How fresh, oh Lord, how sweet and clean, 79

How happy is he born and taught, 57

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, 175

How soon doth man decay!, 149

How wisely Nature did decree, 76

I do confess thou ’rt smooth and fair, 18

If all the world and Love were young, 23

If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, 177

If, dumb too long, the drooping Muse hath stayed, 201

If I had thought thou could’st have died, 305

If the base violence of wicked men, 352

If thou wilt ease thine heart, 301

If to be absent were to be, 107

If women could be fair, and yet not fond, 16

I give thee treasures hour by hour, 351

I hear no more the locust beat, 347

I love to rise ere gleams the tardy light, 229

I mourn no more my vanished years, 386

I’m wearing awa’, John, 211

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, 356

In this marble buried lies, 134

In this marble casket lies, 130

In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, 180

I press not to the choir, nor dare I greet, 78

I saw where in the shroud did lurk, 309

Is this the spot where Rome’s eternal foe, 251

I stood within the grave’s o’er-shadowing vault, 384

I thought to meet no more, so dreary seemed, 321

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 231

It is not beauty I demand, 61

It is not growing like a tree, 35

I’ve heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, 172

I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile, 294

I weigh not fortune’s frown or smile, 45

I were unkind unless that I did shed, 136

I will not praise the often-flattered rose, 231

I wish I were where Helen lies, 67

Jerusalem, my happy home, 54

Joy for the promise of our loftier homes, 345

Lady, I bid thee to a sunny dome, 249

Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth, 76

Last night, among his fellow roughs, 354

Lay a garland on my hearse, 34

Let him that will, ascend the tottering seat, 129

Like as a huntsman after weary chase, 21

Like as the damask rose you see, 48

Like to Diana in her summer weed, 24

Little charm of placid mien, 183

Look how the flower which lingeringly doth fade, 31

Lord, come away, 158

Lord, in this dust thy sovereign voice, 383

Mary! I want a lyre with other strings, 199

Methinks it is good to be here, 315

Methought his royal person did foretell, 101

Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay, 21

Misdeeming eye! that stoopeth to the lure, 41

Mortality, behold and fear!, 50

Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day, 53

My dear and only Love, I pray, 105

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains, 285

My once dear Love! hapless that I no more, 65

My parents bow, and lead them forth, 363

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, 52

My soul, there is a country, 152

Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew, 326

Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the North-west died away, 367

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 259

No victor that in battle spent, 125

O blithe new-comer! I have heard, 220

Obscurest night involved the sky, 209

October’s gold is dim--the forests rot, 302

O dread was the time, and more dreadful the omen, 265

Of all the thoughts of God that are, 323

Of Nelson and the North, 254

Oft in the stilly night, 300

O Goddess, hear these tuneless numbers, wrung, 243

Oh faint, delicious, spring-time violet, 350

Oh how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, 30

Oh, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, 230

Oh, lead me not in Pleasure’s train, 313

Oh to be in England, 366

Oh welcome, bat and owlet gray, 238

Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North, 251

‘O lady, thy lover is dead,’ they cried, 364

O little feet! that such long years, 363

O Mary, go and call the cattle home, 377

O melancholy bird!--A winter’s day, 247

Once a dream did weave a shade, 228

Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee, 258

Once, in the flight of ages past, 223

On Linden, when the sun was low, 256

O perfect Light, which shaid away, 10

O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see, 224

O Rose, who dares to name thee?, 307

O Time! who know’st a lenient hand to lay, 230

O trifling toys that toss the brains, 1

Our life is only death! time that ensu’th, 141

Over the mountains, 69

O waly, waly up the bank, 66

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, 283

O Winter, wilt thou never, never go?, 303

Philosophy! the great and only heir, 120

Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth, 46

Praised be Diana’s fair and harmless light, 34

Preserve thy sighs, unthrifty girl, 108

Proud Maisie is in the wood, 240

Rise, said the Master, come unto the feast, 382

River is time in water; as it came, 99

Rose-cheeked Laura, come, 24

Roses, their sharp spines being gone, 26

Rudely thou wrongest my dear heart’s desire, 20

Sad is our youth, for it is ever going, 362

Say not, the struggle nought availeth, 299

See how the orient dew, 151

See how the small concentrate fiery force, 355

See the chariot at hand here of Love, 25

Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green, 14

She dwells by great Kenhawa’s side, 357

She dwelt among the untrodden ways, 243

She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, 317

She walks in beauty, like the night, 237

She was a queen of noble Nature’s crowning, 233

Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part, 32

Softly! she is lying, 378

So now my summer-task is ended, Mary, 277

Stand still, and I will read to thee, 59

Still young and fine! but what is still in view, 82

Sweet Maiden, for so calm a life, 312

Sweet order hath its draught of bliss, 350

Sweet spring, thou turn’st with all thy goodly train, 32

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, 381

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, 250

The chief perfection of both sexes joined, 133

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, 212

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame, 46

The fairest pearls that northern seas do breed, 2

The flags of war like storm-birds fly, 358

The forward youth that would appear, 113

The glories of our blood and state, 51

The good in graves as heavenly seed are sown, 148

The Lady Mary Villiers lies, 137

The loppèd tree in time may grow again, 47

The lowest trees have tops; the ant her gall, 5

The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime, 162

The Muses’ fairest light in no dark time, 44

The night is come, like to the day, 153

The night is late, the house is still, 371

The Ocean at the bidding of the Moon, 365

The poetry of earth is never dead, 249

The sun is warm, the sky is clear, 298

The twentieth year is well nigh past, 199

The voice which I did more esteem, 130

The waters are flashing, 241

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, 379

The World and Death one day them cross-disguisèd, 10

The world’s a bubble, and the life of man, 4

There’s none should places have in Fame’s high court, 101

There were twa brothers at the scule, 70

There were twa sisters lived in a bouir, 73

They are all gone into the world of light, 158

This Life, which seems so fair, 47

This was the ruler of the land, 233

Thou art returned, great light, to that blest hour, 64

Thou blushing rose, within whose virgin leaves, 63

Though actors cannot much of learning boast, 98

Thou still unravished bride of quietness, 296

Through the night, through the night, 361

’Tis done--but yesterday a King!, 260

’Tis time this heart should be unmoved, 291

Too true it is, my time of power was spent, 246

To these, whom death again did wed, 135

To yield to those I cannot but disdain, 28

Triumphal arch that fill’st the sky, 221

’Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, 232

Two brothers freely cast their lot, 368

Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, 317

Vain world, what is in thee?, 154

Victorious men of earth, no more, 51

We count the broken lyres that rest, 382

Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flower, 178

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, 33

Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find, 81

We saw and wooed each other’s eyes, 63

We watched her breathing through the night, 315

What beckoning ghost, along the moonlight shade, 204

What constitutes a State?, 174

What Greece, when learning flourished, only knew, 96

What is the existence of man’s life, 128

What is the world? tell, worldling, if thou know it, 8

What voice did on my spirit fall, 293

When Britain first at Heaven’s command, 168

When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never, 134

When first mine eyes did view and mark, 17

When I behold thee, blameless Williamson, 198

When in the woods I wander all alone, 248

When Love with unconfinèd wings, 106

When my mother died I was very young, 304

When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, 193

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, 29

Where dost thou careless lie, 39

Where, where are now the great reports, 9

While that the sun with his beams hot, 19

While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, 253

Whither, midst falling dew, 344

Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush, 229

Ye banks and braes and streams around, 208

Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon, 188

Ye clouds! that far above me float and pause, 280

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, 142

You meaner beauties of the night, 102

You that do search for every purling spring, 27

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