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From all the blasts of heaven thou hast de- / If I esteemed you less, Envy wouki kell,
scended, 262

If I walk in Autumn's even, 58S
From the cities where from caves, 533

Inter marmoreas Leonora pendula collet
From the forests and highlands, 553

In the cave which wild weeds cover, 532

In the great morning of the world, 44
GATHER, O gather, 525

In the sweet solitude of this calm place, the
Ghosts of the dead I have I not heard your Is it that in some brighter sphere, 531
yelling, 665

Is not to-day enough? Why do I peer, 531
God prosper, speed, and save, 523

It floats with rainbow pinions o'er the stre
Good night? ah! no; the hour is ill, 562

Grant me your patience, Gentlemen and Boars, | It is the day when all the sons of God, 577

It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky, 529
Great Spirit whom the sea of boundless thought, It was a bright and cheerful afternoon. 55

Guido, I would that Lapo, thou, and I, 637 Kissing Helena, together, 634
Hail to thee, blithe spirit, 543

Let those who pine in pride or in revenge, 545
Hark! the owlet flaps his wings, 661

Life of Life! thy lips enkindle, 273
He came like a dream in the dawn of life, 455 Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Heigho! the lark and the owl! 474

“Here lieth One whose name was writ on Like the ghost of a dear friend dead, 566
water," 587

Listen, listen, Mary mine, 507
Here, my dear friend, is a new book for you,

MADONNA, wherefore hast thou sent to me, 570
Here, oh, here, 283

Maiden, quench the glare of sorrow, 670
Her hair was brown, her spherèd eyes were Many a green isle needs must be, sos
brown, 215

Melodious Arethusa, o'er my verse, 637
Her voice did quiver as we parted, 503

Men of England, wherefore plough, 522
He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, 588 Methought a star came down from heaven, 458
Hic sinu fessum caput hospitali, 661

Methought I was a billow in the crowd, 567
His face was like a snake's --wrinkled and

Mighty eagle! thou that soarest, 500
loose, 566

Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed, 485
Honey from silkworins who can gather, 505 Monarch of Gods and Demons, and all Spirits
Hopes, that swell in youthful breasts, 664

How eloquent are eyes, 665

Month after month the gathered rains descend,
How, my dear Mary, are you critic-bitten, 374

llow stern are the woes of the desolate

Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale, 66
mourner, 668

Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite, 620
How sweet it is to sit and read the tales, 531

Music, when soft voices die, 571
How swiftly through heaven's wide expanse, My coursers are fed with the lightning, 271

My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gonc,
How wonderful is Death, 1

How wonderful is Death, 70

My faint spirit was sitting in the light, sós

My head is heavy, my limbs are weary, şco
Lam as a spirit who has dwelt, 531

My head is wild with weeping for a grier, s2
I am drunk with the honey wine, 532

My lost William, thou in whom, 528
I arise from dreams of thee, 527

My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but few,
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, 404

My soul is an enchanted boat, 273
I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, 553 | My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim, 500
I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and took, My thoughts arise and fade in solitude, 505

I faint, I perish with my love! I grow, 588

NIGHT, with all thine eyes look down, 575
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden, 550

Night! with all thine eyes look down, 576
I hated thee, fallen tyrant! I did groan, 489 No access to the Duke! You have not said,
I loved-alas! our life is love, 513

I met a traveller from an antique land, 506 No, Music, thou art not the "food of Love, **
I mourn Adonis dead-loveliest Adonis, 635

I pant for the music which is divine, 587
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo, 233 Not far from hence. From yonder pointed
I sate beside the steersman then, and, gazing, hill, 562

Now the last day of many days, 595
I sing the glorious Power with azure eyes, 620
I stood within the city disinterred, 555

O Bacchus, what a world of toil, both now, 621
I weep for Adonais-he is dead, 420

O, follow, follow, 2015
I went into the deserts of dim sleep, 566

O happy Earth! reality of Heaven, 33
I would not be a king-enough, 580

O happy Earth! reality of Heaven, 75
If gibbets, axes, confiscations, chains, 561 O Mary dear, that you were here, 508

Swifter far than summer's flight, 573
Swiftly walk over the western wave, 568


O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this age,
O pillow cold and wet with tears, 528
O that a chariot of cloud were inine, 504
O thou immortal deity, 589
O thou, who plumed with strong desire, 554
O thou whose dear love gleamed upon the

gloomy path, 681
O universal mother, who dost keep, 619
() wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's

being, 526
O world! O life! O time, 573
Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once more, 619
Oh! take the pure gein to where southerly

breezes, 677
Oh! there are spirits of the air, 488
Old winter was gone, 584
On the brink of the night and the morning,

Once, carly in the morning, 681
Once more descend, 504
One sung of thee who left the tale untold, 532
One word is too often profaned, 574
Orphan hours, the year is dead, 568
Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream, 585
Out of the eastern shadow of the Earth, 485
Over the utmost hill at length I sped, 138


Palace-roof of cloudless nights, 525
Pan loved his neighbour Echo-but that child,
- 636
People of England, ye who toil and groan,

Perhaps the only comfort which remains, 244
Peter Bells, one, two and three, 355
Place, for the Marshal of the Mask, 460
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know, 489
Prince Athanase had one beloved friend, 212

Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light, 560
That matter of the murder is hushed up, 300
That night we anchored in a woody bay, 177
That time is dead for ever, child, 503
The awful shadow of some unseen Power, 491
The babe is at peace within the womb, 588
The billows on the beach are leaping around it,

The cold earth slept below, 489
The death-bell beats, 666
The Elements respect their Maker's seal, 662
The everlasting universe of things, 493
The fierce beasts of the woods and wildernesses,

The fiery mountains answer each other, 559
The fight was o'er : the flashing through the

gloom, 505
The fitful alternations of the rain, 532
The flower that smiles to-day, 571
The Fountains mingle with the River, 530
The gentleness of rain was in the wind, 588
The golden gates of Sleep unbar, 575
The joy, the triumph, the delight, the madness,

The keen stars were twinkling, 597
The odour from the flower is gone, 508
The old man took the oars, and soon the bark,

The pale stars are gone, 283
The pale, the cold, and the moony smile, 487
The rose that drinks the fountain dew, 499
The rude wind is singing, 589
The season was the childhood of sweet Junc,
- 564
The serpent is shut out from paradise, 573
The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie, 552
The spider spreads her webs, whether she be,

The starlight smile of children, the sweet looks,

The sun is set ; the swallows are asleep, 584
The sun is warm, the sky is clear, 514
The sun makes music as of old, 651
The transport of a fierce and monstrous glad.

ness, 199
The viewless and invisible Consequence, 566
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is

wailing, 558
The waters are flashing, 570
The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere,
- 487
The world is dreary, 529
The world is now our dwelling place, 503
The world's great age begins anew, 451
Their moss rotted off them, flake by flake, 539
There is a voice, not understood by all, 495
There is a warm and gentle atmosphere, 530
There late was One within whose subtle being,

There was a little lawny islet, 598
There was a Power in this sweet place, 535
There was a youth, who, as with toil and

travel, 209
These are two friends whose lives were un-

divided, 598

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Silver key of the fountain of tears, 500
Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove, 603
"Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain, 593
So now my summer task is ended, Mary, 100
So we sate joyous as the morning ray, 162
Such hope, as is the sick despair of good, 566
Such was Zonoras; and as daylight finds, 213
Summer was dead and Autumn was expiring,

Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one, 405
Sweet star, which gleaming o'er the darksome

scene, 678
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task, 474

They die-the dead return not-Misery, 503
This is the day, which down the void abysm,

Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor

toil, 504
Thou art fair, and few are fairer, 528
Thou art the wine whose drunkenness is all,

Thou supreme Goddess ! by whose power

divine, 389
Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not

be, 503
Thou wert the morning star among the living,

Three days the flowers of the garden fair, 536
Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die, 499
Thy country's curse is on thec, darkest crest,

Thy dewy looks sink in my breast, 485
Thy little footsteps on the sands, 529
"Tis midnight now-athwart the murky air,

'Tis the terror of tempest. The rags of the

sail, 539
To the deep, to the deep, 268
To thirst and find no fill-to wail and wander,
- 505
Tremble Kings despised of man, 676
'Twas at the season when the Earth upsprings,

'Twas dead of the night, when I sat in my

dwelling, 665
UNFATHOMABLE Sea ! whose waves are years,
Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun, 567
VICTORIOUS wrong, with vulture scream, 449

Were it not a sweet refuge, Emily, 413
Were not the crocuses that grew, SO
What! alive and so bold, oh earth, 572
What art thou, Presumptuous, who profast,
- 589
What is that joy which serene infancy, 4:3
What Mary is when she a little smile eigu
What men gain fairly - that they shoul

possess, 523
What think you the dead are, 244
What thoughts had sway o'er Cythna's kore'y

slumber, 124
What was the shriek that struck fancy's ear, 174
When a lover clasps his fairest, 531
When passion's trance is overpust, 575
When soft winds and sunny skies, 503
When the lamp is shattered, 593
When the last hope of trampled France brand

failed, 102
When winds that move not its calm surface

sweep, 636
Where art thou, beloved To-morrow, 588
Whether the Sensitive Plant, or that, 538
Whilst monarchs laughed upon their thrones,
Whose is the love that, gleaming through the

world, I
Why is it said thou canst not live, 673
Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one,

Wilt thou forget the happy hours, 503
Within a cavern of man's trackless spirit, 550
Worlds on worlds are rolling ever, 436
Would I were the winged cloud, 444
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WAKE the serpent not-lest he, 532
Was there a human spirit in the steed, 184
Wealth and dominion fade into the mass, 505
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon,
. 487
We meet not as we parted, 598
We strew these opiate flowers, 433
Weep not, my gentle boy; he struck but me,

| Ye congregated powers of heaven, who share

Ye Dorian woods and waves lament aloud, 65
Ye gentle visitations of calm thought, 531
Ye basten to the grave! What seek ye there,
- 560
Ye who intelligent the third heaven move, 637
Ye wild-eyed Muses, sing the Twins of Jove,

Yes! all is past-swift time has fled away, 674
| Yet look on mc-take not thine eyes away, 456



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