Chapter LXIII: Appendix: Criticisms on Miscellaneous Poems (3)

-- and his sister, 420

-- Goethe’s, scenes from, 611

Tasso’s coronation, 479--Release *421

Tempe, vale of, 31 note

Terrot, Rev. Mr, 66 note

“The sainted spirit,” 50

“The torrent-wave,” 48

Thekla at her lover’s grave, 455

Thekla’s song, 364

Themes of song, the, 534

“There are sounds in the dark Roncesvalles,” 541

“These marble domes,” 50

Theseus, the shade of, 349

“This green recess,” 51

“Thou grot, whence flows,” 52

“Thou, in thy morn,” 50

“Thou that wouldst mark,” 51

“Thou, the stern monarch,” 51

“Thou who hast bled,” 50

Thought from an Italian poet, 489

-- of home at sea, 486

-- of Paradise, a, 606

-- of the future, a, 498

-- of the rose, a, 518

-- of the sea, a, 618

Thunder-storm, the, 531

Tomb, written after visiting a, 519

-- of Madame Langhans, the, 457

Tombs of Platæa, the, 251

Translations from Camoens, 43

-- from Horace, 298

-- from the Italian, 118, 137

-- from the Tasso, &c. of Goethe, 611

Traveller at the source of the Nile, the, 368

Traveller’s evening song, the, 579

-- household, hymn of, on his return, 594

Treasures of the deep, the, 361

Trees, thoughts connected with, 619

Triumphant music, 483

Troubadour song, “The warrior cross’d,” 361

-- -- “They rear’d no trophy,” 609

-- and Richard Cœur-de-Lion, the, 101

Trumpet, the, 374

Two homes, the, 460

-- monuments, the, 604

-- voices, the, 472

Tyrolese peasants, evening song of the, 494

Ulla, 421

“Unbending midst the wintry skies,” 48

Urn and sword, the, 244

Valencia, the siege of, 262

Valkyriur song, 340

Vasco de Gama, appearance of the spirit of the Cape to, 297

Vassal’s lament for the fallen tree, the, 347

Vaudois mountaineers, hymn of the, 588

-- valleys, the, 360

-- wife, the, 453

Vega, Garcilaso de, translations from, 52, 296

-- Lope de, sonnet from, 49

Venus, to, from Horace, 298

Vernal thought, a, 617

Vespers of Palermo, the, 153

Victor, the, 510

Victory, prayer at sea after, 589

View from Castri, the, 251

Vigil of arms, the, 476

-- of Rizpah, the, 598

Violets, 53

Virgil’s tomb, on a leaf from, 245

Virgin, Italian girl’s hymn to the, 449

Virgin’s song, the, 599

Visiting a tomb, written after, 519

Voice of a spirit, the, 364

-- of God, the, 495

-- of home to the prodigal, the, 377

-- of music, the, 498

-- of Scio, the, 243

-- of spring, the, 247

-- of the waves, the, 511

-- of the wind, 475

Voyager’s dream of land, a, 427

Wakening, the, 378

Wales, farewell to, 499

Wallace’s invocation to Bruce, 63

Wanderer, the, 523

-- and the night-flowers, 551

Wandering female singer, to a, 501

-- wind, the, 542

Washington’s statue, 485

Wasp, sonnet to, and reply, 523

Water-lilies, 565

Water-lily, the, 608

Watts, A. A., 248 note

Waves, voice of the, 511

“We return no more,” 500

Weary, evening song of the, 592

Welcome to death, the, 509

Welsh melodies, 145

West, W. E., 488

“What woke the buried sound,” 563

“Where is the sea,” 487

Widow of Crescentius, the, 85

Widow’s son, raising of the, 602

Wife of Asdrubal, the, 97

Wild Huntsman, the, 348

Wilderness, prayer in the, 586

William the Conqueror, burial of, 375

Willow song, the, 542

Wilson, Professor, 456

Wind, voice of the, 475

Wings of the dove, the, 381

Wish, the, 519

Woman and fame, 497

-- on the field of battle, 462

Women of Jerusalem at the Cross, the 599

Wood walk and hymn, 576

Wordsworth, William, 568 note

-- -- to, 422

Works of art, restoration of the, 22

World in the open air, the, 367

“Wouldst thou to love,” 48

Wounded eagle, the, 480

Wreck, the, 373

“Ye are not miss’d, fair flowers,” 542

Younger brother, to my, 11

Zegri maid, the, 539

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A blessing on thy head, thou child of many hopes and fears, 502

A child beside a hamlet’s fount at play, 604

A child midst ancient mountains I have stood, 601

A deep-toned lyre hung murmuring, 478

A dim and mighty minster of old time, 574

A fearless journeyer o’er the mountain-snow, 603

A glorious voice hath ceased, 585

A lyre its plaintive sweetness pour’d, 559

A mighty and a mingled throng, 493

A monarch on his deathbed lay, 423

A mournful gift is mine, my friends, 483

A requiem, and for whom, 435

A song for Israel’s God! Spear, crest, and helm, 598

A song for the death-day of the brave, 425

A song was heard of old, a low sweet song, 535

A sound comes on the rising breeze, 561

A sound of music from amidst the hills, 415

A sound of woe in Salem! mournful cries, 98

A sounding step was heard by night, 476

A trumpet’s note is in the sky, in the glorious Roman sky, 479

A voice from Scio’s isle, 243

A voice from times departed yet floats thy hills among, 148

A voice of woe, a murmur of lament, 255

A wail was heard around the bed, the deathbed of the young, 350

A youth rode forth from his childhood’s home, 477

A youth went forth to exile, from a home, 351

Again, oh send that anthem-peal again, 557

Ah cease! these fruitless tears restrain, 49

All night the booming minute-gun, 373

AU the bright hues from Eastern garlands glowing, 601

Alone through gloomy forest-shades, 537

Along the star-lit Seine went music swelling, 404

Amidst the bitter tears that fall, 46

Amidst the peopled and the regal isle, 141

Amidst the thrilling leaves, thy voice, 495

Amidst those scenes, O pilgrim I seek’st thou Rome, 50

And come, ye faithful! round Messiah seen, 597

And is there glory from the heaven departed, 375

And is there sadness in thy dreams, my boy, 458

And shrink ye from the way, 430

And there they sleep, the men who stood, 251

And was thy home, pale wither’d thing, 245

And ye are strong to shelter: all meek things, 619

Another warning sound! The funeral bell, 187

Answer me, burning stars of night, 424

Answer, ye chiming waves, 511

Apropos of your illness, pray give, if you please, 139

Are ye for ever to your skies departed, 354

Arise! old Norway sends the word, 567

Art thou come from the far-off land at last, 501

As the tired voyager on stormy seas, 597

Ask’st thou my home? my pathway wouldst thou know, 364

Ave! now let prayer and music, 540

Away! though still thy sword is red, 293

Ay, warrior, arm! and wear thy plume, 490

Back then, once more to breast the waves of life, 629

Banners hung drooping from on high, 604

Bear them not from grassy dells, 556

Before the fiery sun, 242

Beings of brighter worlds, that rise at times, 114

Beside the streams of Babylon, in tears, 46

Bird of the greenwood, 556

Bird, that art singing on Ebro’s side, 540

Birds, joyous birds of the wandering wing, 434

Blessing and love be round thee still, fair boy, 520

Blessings be round it still, that gleaming fane, 603

Blessings, O Father! shower, 596

Brave spirit! mourn’d with fond regret, 55

Bride! upon thy marriage-day, 466

Brightly, brightly hast thou fled, 562

Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board, 362

Bring music! stir the brooding air, 554

Broods there some spirit here, 577

By a mountain-stream at rest, 566

By the blue waters, the restless ocean-waters, 627

By the dark stillness brooding in the sky, 607

By the dread and viewless powers, 145

By the mighty minster’s bell, 372

By the soft green light in the woody glade, 433

Call back your odours, lovely flowers, 551

Call it not loneliness to dwell, 210

Calm on the bosom of thy God, 357

Calm scenes of patriarch life! how long a power, 620

Chains on the cities, gloom in the air, 540

Chieftains, lead on! our hearts beat high, 58

Child! amidst the flowers at play, 377

Children of night, unfolding meekly, slowly, 551

Clad in all their brightest green, 1

Come away, elves! while the dew is sweet, 565

Come away! the child, where flowers are springing, 560

Come away! the sunny hours, 543

Come forth, and let us through our hearts receive, 621

Come from the woods with the citron flowers, 388

Come home! there is a sorrowing breath, 465

Come, let me make a sunny realm around thee, 504

Come near, ere yet the dust, 353

Come to me, dreams of heaven, 564

Come to me, gentle sleep, 567

Come to me, when my soul, 519

Come to me with your triumphs and your woes, 477

Come to the land of peace, 499

Come to the sunset tree, 494

Come to the woods, my boy, 592

Come, while in freshness and dew it lies, 367

Creature of air and light, 491

Crowning a flowery slope, it stood alone, 603

Dark chieftain of the heath and height, 506

Darkly the cloud of night comes rolling on, 558

Darkly thou glidest onward, 492

Daughter of the Italian heaven, 469

Day is past, 564

Deep, fiery clouds o’ercast the sky, 531

Divine Eliza! since the sapphire sky, 296

Doth thy heart stir within thee at the sight, 619

Down a broad river of the Western wilds, 402

Dreamer! and wouldst thou know, 498

Dream’st thou of heaven? What dreams are thine, 518

Droop not, my brothers! I hear a glad strain, 546

Eagle! this is not thy sphere, 480

Earth! guard what here we lay in holy trust, 356

Enjoy the sweets of life’s luxuriant May, 52

Exempt from every grief, ’twas mine to live, 47

Fair gratitude in strain sublime, 14

Fair images of sleep, 497

Fair Tajo, thou whose calmly-flowing tide, 44

Fair vision! thou’rt from sunny skies, 517

Fair wert thou in the dreams, 249

Fallen was the house of Giafar; and its name, 417

Far are the wings of intellect astray, 621

Far away! my home is far away, 558

Far from the rustlings of the poplar bough, 617

Far through the Delphian shades, 241

Farewell, beloved and mourn’d! we miss awhile, 520

Father! guide me; day declines, 579

Father in heaven, from whom the simplest flower, 621

Father of heaven and earth, 592

Father! that in the olive shade, 487

Faunus! who lov’st the flying nymphs to chase, 299

Fear was within the tossing bark, 355

Fearfully and mournfully, 382

Fill high the blue hirlas that shines like the wave, 146

Firm be thy soul, serene in power, 299

Fling forth the proud banner of Leon again, 539

Flow on! rejoice, make music, 543

Flow, Rio Verde, 539

Flower of starry clearness bright, 610

Flowers! when the Saviour’s calm benignant eye, 601

For the strength of the hills we bless thee, 588

For thou, a holy shepherdess and kind, 603

Forget them not, though now their name, 494

Fortune! why thus, where’er my footsteps tread, 48

Fount of the woods! thou art hid no more, 365

From a ruin thou art singing, 559

From the bright stars, or from the viewless air, 449

From the deep chambers of a mine, 485

From the glowing southern regions, 150

Gentle and lovely form, 462

Gloom is upon thy lonely hearth, 463

Go forth! for she is gone, 338

Go in thy glory o’er the ancient sea, 473

Go to the forest glade, 438

Go! trace th’ unnumber’d streams o’er earth, 529

Green spot of holy ground, 606

Green wave the oak for ever o’er thy rest, 424

Hail! morning sun, thus early bright, 52

Happy soon we’ll meet again, 2

Happy thou art, the child of one, 485

Happy were they, the mothers, in whose sight, 601

Hark! from the dim church-tower, 553

Hark! from the right bursts forth a trumpet’s sound, 128

Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again, 145

Hast thou been in the woods with the honey-bee, 506

Hast thou come with the heart of thy childhood back, 453

Haste with your torches, baste! make firelight round, 357

Hath the summer’s breath on the south wind borne, 484

Have ye left the greenwood lone, 562

He passed from earth, 609

He sat in silence on the ground, 414

He shall not dread misfortune’s angry mien, 48

He that in venturous barks hath been, 530

He that was dead rose up and spoke! He spoke, 602

He walk’d with God in holy joy, 495

He who proclaims that love is light and vain, 47

Heard ye the Gothic trumpet’s blast, 95

Heart! that didst press forward still, 476

Her hands were clasp’d, her dark brows raised, 394

Her home is far, oh! far away, 564

Here in the dust, its strange adventures o’er, 21

High in the glowing heavens, with cloudless beams, 43

Hold me upon thy faithful heart, 561

Home of the gifted, fare thee well, 508

How can that eye, with inspiration beaming, 505

How can that love, so deep, so lone, 565

How flows thy being now? like some glad hymn, 622

How is it that before mine eyes, 487

How many a day, in various hues array’d, 12

How many blessed groups this hour are bending, 629

How many hopes were borne upon thy bier, 457

How many thousands are wakening now, 378

How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom, 518

How shall the harp of poesy regain, 600

How strange a fate in love is mine, 45

Hush! lightly tread! still tranquilly she sleeps, 572

Hush!’tis a holy hour. The quiet room, 374

Hush’d is the world in night and sleep, 55

I am free! I have burst through my galling chain, 491

I call thee bless’d, though now the voice be fled, 461

I come down from the hills alone, 523

I come, I come! ye have call’d me long, 247

I come to thee, O earth, 471

I cry aloud, and ye shall hear my call, 138

I dream of all things free, 546

I go, I go! and must mine image fade, 382

I go, sweet friends! yet think of me, 354

I go, sweet sister! yet my heart would linger with thee fain, 548

I hate the Persian’s costly pride, 298

I hear thee speak of the better land, 479

I heard a song upon the wandering wind, 554

I lay on that rock where the storms have their dwelling, 152

I lay upon the solemn plain, 295

I look’d on the field where the battle was spread, 605

I love to hear the mild and balmy hour, 3

I love to rove o’er history’s page, 2

I made a mountain-brook my guide, 418

I met that image on a mirthful day, 601

I saw him at his sport erewhile, 583

I stood upon the threshold-stone, 626

I stood beside thy lonely grave, 411

I stood where the lip of song lay low, 519

I would we had not met again, 565

If e’er again my spirit be allow’d, 623

If e’er from human bliss or woe, 11

If, in thy glorious home above, 44

If it be sad to speak of treasures gone, 423

If thus thy fallen grandeur I behold, 49

If thou hast crush’d a flower, 562

If to the sighing breeze of summer hours, 51

In Genoa, when the sunset gave, 99

In sunset’s light o’er Afric thrown, 368

In tears, the heart oppress’d with grief, 47

In the deep hour of dreams, 449

In the deep wilderness unseen she pray’d, 586

In the full tide of melody and mirth, 360

In the proud old fanes of England, 545

In the shadow of the Pyramid, 516

In the silence and grandeur of midnight I tread, 294

In the silence of the midnight, 450

In thy cavern-hall, 551

Io! they come, they come, 536

Is not thy heart far off amidst the woods, 359

Is there some spirit sighing, 566

It is the Rhine! our mountain-vineyards laving, 534

It is thy pity makes me weep, 563

It is written on the rose, 489

It stands where Northern willows weep, 409

It was an hour of fear and grief, 238

It was the time when children bound to meet, 391

It waved not through an Eastern sky, 430

Italia! O Italia! thou so graced, 49

Italia! oh! no more Italia now, 138

Joy is upon the lonely seas, 378

Joy! the lost one is restored, 594

Know ye not when our dead, 349

Know’st thou the land where bloom the citron bowers, 547

Land of departed fame, whose classic plains, 22

Leave me not yet, though rosy skies afar, 543

Leave me, oh! leave me! unto all below, 459

Leaves have their time to fall, 375

Let the vain courtier waste his days, 49

Let the yellow mead shine for the sons of the brave, 148

Life’s parting beams were in his eye, 59

Light the hills, till heaven is glowing, 150

Like thee to die, thou Sun! my boyhood’s dream, 461

Like those pale stars of tempest hours, whose gleam, 599

Listen, fair maid! my song shall tell, 52

Lonely and still are now thy marble halls, 67

Look from the ancient mountains down, 609

Look on me with thy cloudless eyes, 561

Look on the white Alps round, 342

Lowliest of women and most glorified, 598

Lowly and solemn be, 585

Lowly upon his bier, 537

Majestic plant! such fairy dreams as lie, 623

Mark’d ye the mingling of the city’s throng, 59

Midnight! and silence deep, 471

Midst the long reeds that o’er a Grecian stream, 552

Midst Tivoli’s luxuriant glades, 85

Mighty ones, Love and Death, 510

Minstrel, whose gifted hand can bring, 19

Morn once again! morn in the lone dim cell, 568

Mother and child, whose blending tears, 410

Mother! oh sing me to rest, 541

Mountain-winds! oh whither do ye call me, 514

Mournfully, sing mournfully, 481

My battle-vow! no minster walls, 454

My child, my child, thou leav’st me! I shall hear, 408

My earliest memories to thy shores are bound, 618

My father’s house once more! 605

My soul was mantled with dark shadows, born, 624

Near thee! still near thee! o’er thy pathway gliding, 538

Night, holy night! the time, 577

Night hung on Salem’s towers, 606

Night sinks on the wave, 597

Night veil’d the mountain of the vine, 194

No bitter tears for thee be shed, 54

No cloud obscures the summer sky, 530

No cloud to dim the splendours of the day, 103

No dower of storied song is thine, 469

No more! a harp-string’s deep and breaking tone, 488

No searching eye can pierce the veil, 47

No tears for thee! though light be from us gone, 482

Nobly thy song, O minstrel! rush’d to meet, 624

Not for the myrtle and not for the vine, 361

Not long thy voice among us may be heard, 620

O Cambrian river, with slow music gliding, 618

O dim forsaken mirror, 484

O ever joyous band, 493

O festal spring, midst thy victorious glow, 617

O gentle story of the Indian isle, 620

O God, my Father and my Friend, 1

O joy of the peasant, O stately lime, 555

O lonely voices of the sky, 437

O Nature, thou didst rear me for thine own, 628

O soft star of the west, 560

O Son of Man, 574

O spirit-land, thou land of dreams, 462

O sunshine and fair earth, 509

O thou breeze of spring, 563

O thou whose pure exalted mind, 12

O Thought! O Memory! gems for ever heaping, 627

O vale and Lake! within your mountain-urn, 619

O wanderer! would thy heart forget, 54

O ye hours, ye sunny hours, 520

O ye voices gone, 566

O ye voices round my own hearth singing, 545

O’er the far blue mountains, 563

Oft have I sung and mourn’d the bitter woes, 45

Oft in still night-dreams a departed face, 624

Oh! art thou still on earth, my love, 546

Oh! ask not, hope thou not too much, 367

Oh! beautiful thou art, 608

Oh! bless’d beyond all daughters of the earth, 599

Oh! blest art thou whose steps may rove, 528

Oh! bring me one sweet orange bough, 543

Oh! call my brother back to me, 502

Oh! droop thou not, mine early gentle love, 538

Oh! enter not yon shadowy cave, 341

Oh! for thy wings, thou dove, 381

Oh! forget not the hour when through forest and vale, 56

Oh! how could fancy crown with thee, 354, 557

Oh! if thou wilt not give thine heart, 490

Oh! judge in thoughtful tenderness of those, 617

Oh! leave thine own loved isle, 298

Oh! lightly, lightly tread, 484

Oh! lightly tread through these deep chestnut bowers, 510

Oh! many a voice is thine, thou wind! full many a voice, 475

Oh! may I ever pass my happy hours, 3

Oh! ne’er be Clanronald the valiant forgot, 58

Oh! pure and blessed soul, 296

Oh! skylark, for thy wing, 544

Oh! tell me not the woods are fair, 566

Oh! those alone whose severed hearts, 48

Oh! wear it on thy heart, my love, 565

Oh! what a joy to feel that, in my heart, 621

Oh! when wilt thou return, 377

Oh! who hath trod thy consecrated clime, 28

Oh! worthy fragrant gifts of flowers and wine, 299

On Judah’s hills a weight of darkness hung, 602

Once more the eternal melodies from far, 622

One draught, kind fairy! from that fountain deep, 465

One dream of passion and of beauty more, 392

One grief, one faith, O sisters of the dead, 599

One hour for distant homes to weep, 545

Pause not with lingering feet, O pilgrim! here, 49

Peace to thy dreams! thou art slumbering now, 380

Pilgrim! oh say, hath thy cheek been fann’d, 361

Pilgrim! whose steps these desert sands explore, 138

Poor insect, rash as rare! thy sovereign, sure, 523

Praise ye the Lord! on every height, 533

Press on, my steed! I hear the swell, 150

Propitious winds our daring bark impelled, 297

Raise ye the sword! let the death-stroke be given, 151

Rest on your battle-fields, ye brave, 245

Rest, pilgrim, rest! Thou’rt from the Syrian land, 363

Return my thoughts! come home, 607

Return, return, my bird, 521

Ring, joyous chords! ring out again, 364

Rise like an altar-fire, 575

Rocks of my country! let the cloud, 376

Rome! Rome! thou art no more, 433

Rose! what dost thou here, 550

Royal in splendour went down the day, 398

Saved from the perils of the stormy wave, 46

Saviour! that of woman born, 596

Saw ye the blazing star, 149

Say not ’tis fruitless--nature’s holy tear, 296

Seek by the silvery Darro, 540

See’st thou my home? ’Tis where yon woods are waving, 460

See’st thou yon gray gleaming hall, 511

She came forth in her bridal robes array’d, 502

She dwelt in proud Venetian halls, 515

She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fell, 407

She sat, where on each wind that sigh’d, 420

She sleeps, but not the free and sunny sleep, 507

She stood upon the loftiest peak, 352

She that cast down the empires of the world, 138

Should love, the tyrant of my suffering heart, 45

Silent and mournful sat an Indian chief, 371

Sing, sing in memory of the brave departed, 358

Sing them upon the sunny hills, 366

Sing to me, Gondolier, 563

Singing of the free blue sky, 512

Sister! since I met thee last, 559

Sister, sweet sister! let me weep awhile, 455

Sleep midst thy banners furl’d, 365

Sleep, O beloved companion of my woes, 119

Sleep!--we give thee to the wave, 559

Soft falls the mild reviving shower, 529

Soft skies of Italy! how richly drest, 57

Soldier, awake! the night is past, 562

Son of the mighty and the free, 57

Son of the ocean isle, 246

Son of the stranger! wouldst thou take, 344

Sons of the fair isle! forget not the time, 152

Sooth’d by the strain, the wasp thus made reply, 523

Sound on! thou dark, unslumbering sea, 549

Speak low!--the place is holy to the breath, 470

Spirit beloved! whose wing so soon hath flown, 45

Spirit! so oft in radiant freedom soaring, 623

Spirit! whose life-sustaining presence fills, 602

Still are the cowslips from thy bosom springing, 619

Still green along our sunny shore, 244

Still is the Syren warbling on thy shore, 536

Still that last look is solemn! though thy rays, 620

Stop, passenger! a wondrous tale to list, 20

Surely ’tis all a dream, a fever-dream, 579

Sweet rose! whose tender foliage to expand, 48

Sweets of the wild, that breathe and bloom, 13

Sylph of the breeze, whose dewy pinions light, 51

That was a joyous day in Rheims of old, 403

The Alpine horn, the Alpine horn, 545

The bark that held a prince went down, 346

The blue, deep, glorious heavens! I lift mine eye, 583

The boy stood on the burning deck, 369

The breaking waves dash’d high, 429

The bright hours return, the blue sky is ringing, 147

The champions had come from their fields of war, 412

The chord, the harp’s full chord is hush’d, 379

The citron groves their fruits and flowers were strewing, 338

The corn in golden light, 348

The dead! the glorious dead! and shall they rise, 468

The fever’s hue hath left thy cheek, beloved, 595

The fires grew pale on Rome’s deserted shrines, 221

The gloomiest day hath gleams of light, 501

The hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, 147

The hall of harps is lone to-night, 152

The hearth, the hearth is desolate, the fire is quench’d, 380

The hills all glow’d with a festive light, 432

The hollow dash of waves, the ceaseless roar, 427

The infant muse, Jehovah! would aspire, 1

The Kaiser feasted in his hall, 419

The kings of old have shrine and tomb, 376

The moonbeam quivering o’er the wave, 213

The Moor had beleaguer’d Valencia’s walls, 239

The morn rose bright on scenes renown’d, 63

The Moslem spears were gleaming, 521

The muffled drum was heard, 552

The night-wind shook the tapestry round an ancient, 405

The palm, the vine, the cedar, each hath power, 602

The plume-like swaying of the auburn corn, 598

The power that dwelleth in sweet sounds to waken, 429

The rose was in rich bloom on Sharon’s plain, 372

The sainted spirit which from bliss on high, 50

The sea bird’s wing o’er ocean’s breast, 434

The sea-king woke from the troubled sleep, 340

The skylark, when the dews of morn, 532

The sleep of storms is dark upon the skies, 508

The sound of thy streams in my spirit I hear, 499

The spirit of my land, 379

The stately homes of England, 412

The stranger’s heart! oh! wound it not, 464

The summer leaves were sighing, 539

The sun comes forth: each mountain height, 529

The sun sets brightly: but a ruddier glow, 97

The torrent-wave, that breaks with force, 48

The troubadour o’er many a plain, 101

The trumpet of the battle, 567

The trumpet’s voice hath roused the land, 374

The vesper-bell from church and tower, 547

The voices of my home! I hear them still, 316

The voices of two forest boys, 437

The war-note of the Saracen, 446

The warrior bow’d his crested head, and tamed his heart, 456

The warrior cross’d the ocean’s foam, 361

The wind, the wandering wind, 542

The wine-month shone in its golden prime, 253

The woods! oh, solemn are the boundless woods, 396

Theirs was no dream, O monarch hill, 151

Then was a task of glory all thine own, 600

There are bright scenes beneath Italian skies, 191

There are sounds in the dark Roncesvalles, 541

There are the aspens with their silvery hair, 576

There are who climb the mountain’s heathery side, 622

There blooms a plant, whose gaze from hour to hour, 46

There have been bright and glorious pageants here, 251

There is a wakening on the mighty hills, 581

There was a mournfulness in angel eyes, 599

There was heard a song on the chiming sea, 451

There was heard the sound of a coming foe, 345

There was music on the midnight, 448

There went a dirge through the forest’s gloom, 457

There went a warrior’s funeral through the night, 401

There were faint sounds of weeping; fear and gloom, 467

There were sights and sounds of revelry, 452

There were thick leaves above me and around, 427

There were trampling sounds of many feet, 515

There’s beauty all around our paths, if but our watchful eyes, 370

These marble domes, by wealth and genius graced, 50

They float before my soul, the fair designs, 623

They grew in beauty, side by side, 435

They haunt me still, these calm, pure, holy eyes, 464

They have wander’d in their glee, 541

They rear’d no trophy o’er his grave, 609

They sought for treasures in the tomb, 244

Thine eyes are charm’d, thine earnest eyes, 458

Thine is a strain to read among the hills, 422

This green recess, where through the bowery gloom, 51

This mountain scene with sylvan grandeur crown’d, 44

Those eyes whence love diffused her purest light, 44

Thou art a thing on our dreams to rise, 357

Thou art bearing hence thy roses, 366

Thou art come from the spirit’s land, thou bird, 343

Thou art gone, thou art slumbering low, 421

Thou art like night, O sickness! deeply stilling, 628

Thou art no lingerer in monarchs’ hall, 431

Thou art passing hence, my brother, 459

Thou art sounding on, thou mighty sea, 356

Thou art welcome, O thou warning voice, 509

Thou didst fall on the field with thy silver hair, 555

Thou grot, whence flows this limpid spring, 52

Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame, 497

Thou hast been rear’d too tenderly, 486

Thou hast been where the rocks of coral grow, 481

Thou hast loved and thou hast suffered, 501

Thou hast thy record in the monarch’s hall, 599

Thou hast watch’d beside the bed of death, 507

Thou in thy morn wert like a glowing rose, 50

Thou mov’st in visions, Love! around thy way, 503

Thou see’st her pictured with her sinning hair, 416

Thou shouldst be look’d on when the starlight falls, 250

Thou shouldst have slept beneath the stately pines, 490

Thou sleepest, but when wilt thou wake, fair child, 431

Thou that canst gaze upon thine own fair boy, 356

Thou that hast loved so long and well, 489

Thou that with pallid cheek, 496

Thou that wouldst mark in form of human birth, 51

Thou the stern monarch of dismay, 51

Thou thing of years departed, 436

Thou to whose power my hopes, my joys, I gave, 45

Thou wak’st from rosy sleep to play, 355

Thou who hast fled from life’s enchanted bowers, 50

Though dark are the prospects and heavy the hours, 11

Though youth may boast the curls that flow, 10

Throne of expression, whence the spirit’s ray, 59

Through evening’s bright repose, 589

Thy foes had girt thee with their dread array, 93

Thy heart is in the upper world, where fleet the chamois, 450

Thy rest was deep at the slumberer’s hour, 348

Thy voice is in mine ear, beloved, 453

Thy voice prevails! Dear friend, my gentle friend, 442

Thy voice was in my soul, it call’d me on, 455

’Tis lone on the waters, 486

’Tis sweet to think the spirits of the blest, 3

To thee, maternal guardian of my youth, 2

To-night, kind friends, at your tribunal here, 21

Too long apart, a bright but sever’d band, 520

Too long have tyranny and power combined, 4

Torches were blazing clear, 346

Trees, gracious trees, how rich a gift ye are, 619

Tribes of the air, whose favour’d race, 531

’Twas a bright moment of my life, when first, 623

’Twas a dream of olden days, 491

’Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours, 369

’Twas but a dream! I saw the stag leap free, 385

’Twas early day, and sunlight stream’d, 437

’Twas morn upon the Grecian hills, 243

’Twas night in Babylon; yet many a beam, 219

Twas night upon the Alps, The Senn’s wild horn, 234

’Twas noon, and Afric’s dazzling sun on high, 212

’Twas the deep mid-watch of the silent night, 241

Two barks met on the deep mid-sea, 560

Two solemn voices in a funeral strain, 472

Unbending midst the watery skies, 48

Under a palm-tree, by the green old Nile, 600

Upward, and upward still! in pearly light, 618

Voice of the gifted elder time, 339

Warrior! whose image on thy tomb, 428

Warriors! my noon of life is past, 56

Was it the sigh of the southern gale, 495

Was that the light from some lone swift canoe, 590

Watch ye well! the moon is shrouded, 146

Waves of Mondego, brilliant and serene, 47

We come not, fair one! to thy hand of snow, 53

We have the myrtle’s breath around us here, 394

We heard thy name, O Mina, 541

We miss thy voice, while early flowers are blooming, 486

We return, we return, we return no more, 500

We saw thee, O stranger! and wept, 343

We see no more in thy pure skies, 588

Weep thou no more! O monarch! dry thy tears, 121

Weeper! to thee how bright a morn was given, 600

Weep’st thou for him whose doom was seal’d, 56

Welcome, O pure and lovely forms! again, 628

Well might thine awful image thus arise, 628

What are the lessons given, 252

What dost thou here, brave Swiss, 294

What first should consecrate as thine, 295

What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells, 361

What household thoughts around thee as their shrine, 600

What secret current of man’s nature turns, 620

What wak’st thou, spring? Sweet voices in the woods, 432

What was your doom, my father? In thine arms, 587

What wish can friendship form for thee, 295

What woke the buried sound that lay, 563

When from the mountain’s brow the gathering shade, 138

When the last blush of eve is dying, 148

When the soft breath of spring goes forth, 533

When the tide’s billowy swell, 492

When the young eagle with exulting eye, 106

When thy bounding step I hear, 524

When twilight’s gray and pensive hour, 532

When will ye think of me, my friends, 500

Whence are those tranquil joys in mercy given, 15

Whence art thou, flower? From holy ground, 244

Whence is the might of thy master-spell, 498

Where are the vintage-songs, 546

Where are they, those green fairy islands, reposing, 146

Where is the sea? I languish here, 487

Where is the summer with her golden sun, 349

Where is the tree the prophet threw, 496

Where met our bards of old? The glorious throng, 246

Where shall I find some desert scene so rude, 47

Where shall I find in all this fleeting earth, 489

Where shall the minstrel find a theme, 534

Where shall we make her grave, 549

Where sucks the bee now? Summer is flying, 355

Where the long reeds quiver, 581

Wherefore and whither bear’st thou up my spirit, 483

While the blue is richest, 565

Whisper, thou tree, thou lonely tree, 473

Whither, celestial maid, so fast away, 53

Whither, oh whither, wilt thou wing thy way, 628

Who watches on the mountains with the dead, 598

Why art thou thus in thy beauty cast, 524

Why lingers my gaze where the last hues of day, 149

Why wouldst thou leave me, O gentle child, 423

Wildly and mournfully the Indian drum, 406

Willow! in thy breezy moan, 542

With sixty knights in his gallant train, 238

With what young life and vigour in its breath, 256

Wouldst thou to love of danger speak, 48

Wouldst thou wear the gift of immortal bloom, 439

Wrapt in sad musings, by Euphrates’ stream, 43

Ye are not miss’d, fair flowers, that late were spreading, 542

Ye have been holy, O founts and floods, 474

Ye met at the stately feasts of old, 480

Ye tell me not of birds and bees, 499

Ye too, the free and fearless birds of air, 602

Yes! all things tell us of a birthright lost, 622

Yes! I came from the spirit’s land, 343

Yes! I have seen the ancient oak, 347

Yes! it is haunted, this quiet scene, 358

Yes! it is ours: the field is won, 245

Yes! rear thy guardian hero’s form, 485

Yes! thou hast met the sun’s last smile, 360

Yet as a sun-burst flushing mountain-snow, 599

Yet, rolling far up some green mountain-dale, 618

You ugliest of fabrics! you horrible eyesore, 382

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