A slumber did my spirit seal. A sweet disorder in the dress A weary lot is thine, fair maid And is this-Yarrow?-This the Stream 210 95 225 235 8 86 217 149 199 181 297 And thou art dead, as young and fair 231 And wilt thou leave me thus. Ariel to Miranda :-Take Art thou pale for weariness 26 288 305 Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears 288 At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly 230 Avenge, O Lord! Thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones. Being your slave, what should I do but tend Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy 125 34 Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art 228 Call for the robin-red breast and the wren PAGE 41 Calm was the day, and through the trembling air 45 75 Care-charmer Sleep, son of the Sable Night. Come away, come away, Death. Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me 28 38 51 35 5 Come, Sleep: O Sleep! the certain knot of peace Crabbed Age and Youth Cupid and my Campaspé play'd Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench 24 2 6 44 80 Daughter of Jove, relentless power. 188 Daughter to that good Earl, once President 89 283 Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move Earth has not anything to show more fair 281 96 240 Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn He that loves a rosy cheek High-way, since you my chief Parnassus be He sang of God, the mighty source How happy is he born and taught. How like a winter hath my absence been How sleep the brave who sink to rest. PAGE 90 264 103 116 120 164 9 76 10 144 If I had thought thou couldst have died 263 If Thou survive my well-contented day 41 100 I'm wearing awa', Jean In a drear-nighted December 184 222 In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining PAGE Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting 43 Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son 79 Let me not to the marriage of true minds. 20 196 Love in thy youth, fair Maid, be wise 90 Love not me for comely grace 98 Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold. 199 346 My days among the Dead are past 257 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 279 341 My Love in her attire doth shew her wit 96 My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow 39 38 My true-love hath my heart, and I have his Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note O Friend! I know not which way I must look O me! what eyes hath love put in my head O talk not to me of a name great in story 202 O Thou, by Nature taught 134 O waly waly up the bank 104 O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being O World! O Life! O Time Of Neptune's empire let us sing Of this fair volume which we World do name Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray Oft in the stilly night Oh snatch'd away in beauty's bloom On a day, alack the day On a Poet's lips I slept Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee One more Unfortunate One word is too often profaned On Linden, when the sun was low Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd. Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day Pibroch of Donuil Dhu. Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair Rough Wind, that moanest loud Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness She dwelt among the untrodden ways She is not fair to outward view She walks in beauty, like the night She was a Phantom of delight Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile Sleep, sleep, beauty bright Souls of Poets dead and gone Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king Stern Daughter of the Voice of God Sweet Love, if thou wilt gain a monarch's glory PAGE 224 325 340 193 151 183 237 80 53 213 255 262 17 329 241 259 233 243 306 84 45 2 258 81 339 293 85 15 102 208 207 206 206 30 31 154 257 304 239 230 90 285 |
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