Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace PAGE 276 382 Dark, dark lay the drifters against the red West 479 4.62 Death stands above me, whispering low 354 Deep in the shady sadness of a vale 181 Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me 370 Down Bye Street, in a little Shropshire town 217 37 Earth has not anything to show more fair Fair Harvard! thy sons to thy jubilee throng 39 296 Farewell, Romance! the Cave-men said 449 146 412 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes Had I plenty of money, money enough and to spare Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings He above the rest He is gone on the mountain He, making speedy way through 'spersed air Here is the place; right over the hill Here lies Johnny Pidgeon 325 71 87 472 45 323 423 4.29 132 369 36 179 148 218 159 396 Hog-Butcher for the World PAGE 433 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways 283 102 357 356 I have studied many times 466 I heard the trailing garments of the Night 127 412 I love my little gowns I met a traveller from an antique land I never saw a Purple Cow I never see the red rose crown the year I saw him once before 281 340 289 175 328 I see in you the estuary that enlarges 359 I strove with none, for none was worth my strife 354 I think that I shall never see 422 I take no shame that still I sing the Rose 4.59 I wandered lonely as a cloud I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged pile I went a-riding, a-riding I went to turn the grass once after one I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree I wish I were where Helen lies I would be the Lyric If I can bear your love like a lamp before me 368 In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland 142 In after days when grasses high 305 In fair Provence, the land of lute and rose In youth my wings were strong and tireless Is there a whim-inspirèd fool. It is portentous, and a thing of state 130 373 194 99 4.09 It is too late now to retrieve It is very aggravating It little profits that an idle king PAGE 475 326 183 335 It was the voice of the flowers on the West Wind Jenny kissed me when we met John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Last night, among his fellow roughs Life is a jest, and all things show it Lo with the ancient 442 170 357 244 55 46 157 360 165 94 41 286 437 398 350 443 Lords, knights, and 'squires, the numerous band Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord No longer mourn for me when I am dead 359 350 273 145 349 455 Now the stone house on the lake front is finished Now they are gone with all their songs and sins 384 288 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done O star of morning and of liberty O talk not to me of a name great in story PAGE 4.02 287 139 O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O where ha'e ye been, Lord Randal, my son? 257 239 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being O'er all the hill-tops Of all the rides since the birth of time 223 353 259 Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing 215 Oft have I seen at some cathedral door 287 Oh Rome! my country! City of the soul 426 Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light 42 Oh, slow to smite and swift to spare 4.03 Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom 395 Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned "Scorn not the sonnet," though its strength be sapped Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part 277 Sleep softly... eagle forgotten . . . under the stone 4.64 122 "So careful of the type?" but no Such was he, our Martyr-chief Sweet and low, sweet and low Take up the White Man's burden PAGE 417 90 381 189 359 471 220 96 395 404 62 63 61 28 92 121 98 300 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold 138 205 50 368 254 The poetry of earth is never dead The poplars are felled; farewell to the shade 174 241 340 282 140 The seasons change, the winds they shift and veer The world is too much with us; late and soon There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream 228 There was a young lady of Niger 345 |