Chapter XXIX: Canto I: ), iv. 247

One struggle more, and I am free (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. _31, 32_, 36

Our life is two fold: Sleep hath its own world (_The Dream_), iv. 33

Parent of golden dreams, Romance! (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 174

Posterity will ne'er survey (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 65

Rail on, Rail on, ye heartless crew (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 213

Remember him, whom Passion's power (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 67

Remember thee! Remember thee! (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 59

Remind me not, remind me not (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 268

River, that rollest by the ancient walls (_Poems 1816-1833_), iv. 545

Rousseau--Voltaire--our Gibbon--and De Staël (_Poems of July-September,
1816_), iv. 53

Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate (_Vision of Judgment_), iv. 487

She walks in Beauty, like the night (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 381

Since now the hour is come at last (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 12

Since our Country, our God--Oh, my Sire (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 387

Since the refinement of this polish'd age (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 45

Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run (_Corsair_, Canto III.),
iii. 270

Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run (_The Curse of Minerva_), i.
457

So we'll go no more a-roving (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. _411_, 538

Sons of the Greeks, arise (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 20

Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh (_Hours of Idleness_), i.
208

Star of the brave!--whose beam hath shed (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 436

Start not--nor deem my spirit fled (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 276

Still must I hear?--shall hoarse Fitzgerald bawl? (_English Bards, and
Scotch Reviewers_), i. 297

Strahan, Tonson, Lintot of the times (_Jeux d' Esprit, etc._), vii. 56

Stranger! behold interred together (_Jeux d' Esprit, etc._), vii. 11

Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 399

Sweet girl, though only once we met (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 38

Tambourgi! Tambourgi! thy 'larum afar (_Childe Harold_, Canto II.), ii.
146

The antique Persians taught three useful things (_Don Juan_, Canto
XVI.), vi. 572

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold (_Hebrew Melodies_),
iii. 404.

The chain I gave was fair to view (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 49

The dead have been awakened--shall I sleep? (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._),
vii. 83

The Devil returned to Hell by two (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 21

The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom (_Island_, Canto
III.), v. 618

The Gods of old are silent on their shore (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 566

The "good old times"--all times when old are good (_Age of Bronze_), v.
541

The Harp the Monarch Minstrel swept (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 382

The Isles of Greece, The Isles of Greece (_Don Juan_, Canto III.), vi.
169

The King was on his throne (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 397

The kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left (_Poems, 1809-1813_), iii. 23

The Land where I was born sits by the seas (_Francesca of Rimini_), iv.
317

The man of firm and noble soul (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 81

The modest bard, like many a bard unknown (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 15

The Moorish King rides up and down (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 529

The Moralists tell us that Loving is Sinning (_Hours of Idleness_), i.
262

The morning watch was come; the vessel lay (_Island_, Canto I.), v. 587

The Night came on the Waters--all was rest (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 419

The "Origin of Love"!--Ah, why (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 65

The roses of Love glad the garden of life (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 109

The sacred song that on mine ear (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), _iii. 32_;
vii. 15

The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain (_Lara_, Canto I.), iii.
323

The Son of Love and Lord of War I sing (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 82

The Spell is broke, the charm is flown (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 12

The Spirit of the fervent days of Old (_Prophecy of Dante_, Canto II.),
iv. 255

The wild gazelle on Judah's Hills (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 384

The winds are high on Helle's wave (_Bride of Abydos_, Canto II.), iii.
178

The world is a bundle of hay (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 65

The world is full of orphans: firstly those (_Don Juan_, Canto XVII.),
vi. 608

There be none of Beauty's daughters (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 435

There is a mystic thread of life (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 234

There is a tear for all that die (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 417

There is a tide in the affairs of men (_Don Juan_, Canto VI.), vi. 268

There is no more for me to hope (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 15

There was a time, I need not name (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 264

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away (_Poems
1814-1816_), iii. 423

There's something in a stupid ass (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 63

These locks, which fondly thus entwine (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 36

They say that Hope is happiness (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 438

Thine eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair (_Poems 1809-1813_),
iii. 70, _390_

Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 8

This Band, which bound thy yellow hair (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 212

This day, of all our days, has done (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._). vii. 71

This faint resemblance of thy charms (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 32, _36_

This votive pledge of fond esteem (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 78

Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 260

Thou art not false, but thou art fickle (_Poems 1809-1818_), iii. 64

_Thou_ lay thy branch of _laurel_ down (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 19

Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days (_Hours of
Idleness_), i. 254

Thou whose spell can raise the dead (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 392

Though the day of my Destiny's over (_Poems of July-September, 1816_),
iv. 54

Through cloudless skies, in silvery sheen (_Poems 1809-1818_), iii. 11

Through Life's dull road, so dim and dirty (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii.
73

Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle (_Hours of
Idleness_), i. 1

Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe (_Poems 1809-1813_),
iii. 71

Thy days are done, thy fame begun (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 391

Thy verse is "sad" enough, no doubt (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 252

Time! on whose arbitrary wing (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 60

'T is done--and shivering in the gale (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 285

'T is done--but yesterday a King! (_Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte_), iii.
305

'T is done--I saw it in my dreams (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 211

'T is fifty years, and yet their fray (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 542

'T is known, at least it should be, that throughout (_Beppo_), iv. 159

'T is midnight--but it is not dark (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 537

'T is time this heart should be unmoved (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 86

Titan! to whose immortal eyes (_Poems of July-September, 1816_), iv. 48

To be the father of the fatherless (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 548

To hook the Reader, you, John Murray (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 44

'T was after dread Pultowa's day (_Maseppa_), iv. 207

'T was now the hour, when Night had driven (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 149

'T was now the noon of night, and all was still (_Hours of Idleness_),
i. 217

Unhappy Dives! in an evil hour (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 7

Up to battle! Sons of Suli (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 83

Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword (_Hebrew Melodies_),
iii. 393

We do not curse thee, Waterloo! (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 431

We sate down and wept by the waters (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 402

Weep, daughter of a royal line (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 45

Well! thou art happy, and I feel (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 277; _iv.
37_

Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be (_Hebrew Melodies_),
iii. 399

What are to me those honours or renown? (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 85

What are you doing now? (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 43

What matter the pangs of a husband and father? (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._),
vii. 71

What say _I_?--not a syllable further in prose (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._),
vi. 39

When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._),
vii. 70

When all around grew drear and dark (_Poems of the Separation_), iii.
544

When amatory poets sing their woes (_Don Juan_, Canto V.), vi. 218

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter" (_Don Juan_, Canto XI.),
vi. 427

When coldness wraps this suffering clay (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 395

When Dryden's fool, "unknowing what he sought" (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii.
59

When energising objects men pursue (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 55

When fierce conflicting passions urge (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 168

When Friendship or Love (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 49

When from the heart where Sorrow sits (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 69

When I hear you express an affection so warm (_Hours of Idleness_), i.
23

When I rov'd a young Highlander o'er the dark heath (_Hours of
Idleness_), i. 191

When Man, expell'd from Eden's bowers (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 282

When Newton saw an apple fall, he found (_Don Juan_, Canto X.), vi. 400

When slow Disease, with all her host of Pains (_Hours of Idleness_
[_Childish Recollections_]), i. 84

When some proud son of man returns to earth (_Hours of Idleness_), i.
280

When the last sunshine of expiring Day (_Monody on the Death of
Sheridan_), iv. 71

When the vain triumph of the imperial lord (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii.
37

When Thurlow this damned nonsense sent (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 17

When Time, or soon or late, shall bring (_Poems, 1809-1813_), iii. 39

When, to their airy hall, my Father's voice (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 21

When we two parted (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 410

Whene'er I view those lips of thine (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 76

Where are those honours, Ida, once your own? (_Hours of Idleness_), i.
16

White as a white sail on a dusky sea (_Island_, Canto IV.), v. 626

Who hath not glowed above the page where Fame (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii.
415

Who killed John Keats? (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 76

Who would not laugh, if Lawrence, hired to grace (_Hints from Horace_),
i. 389

Why, how now, saucy Tom? (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 74

Why, Pigot, complain? (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 53

Why should my anxious breast repine? (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 220

With Death doomed to grapple (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 64

Without a stone to mark the spot (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 30

Woman! Experience might have told me (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 43

Would you go to the house by the true gate? (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._),
vii. 69

Ye cupids, droop each little head (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 74

Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection (_Hours of
Idleness_), i. 25

Yes! wisdom shines in all his mien (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 12

You call me still your _Life_.--Oh! change the word (_Poems 1809-1813_),
iii. 72

You have asked for a verse:--the request (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 565

You say you love, and yet your eye (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 9

Young Oak! when I planted thee deep in the ground (_Hours of Idleness_),
i. 256

Your pardon, my friend (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 63

Youth, Nature, and relenting Jove (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 10

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