A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by 305 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 Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers. As it fell upon a day As I was walking all alane 107 As slow our ship her foamy track 251 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 Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms. Care-charmer Sleep, son of the Sable Night. Come away, come away, Death. Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me Come little babe, come silly soul PAGE 41 45 75 28 38 51 35 Come unto these yellow sands Come live with me and be my Love Come, Sleep: O Sleep! the certain knot of peace Crabbed Age and Youth Cupid and my Campaspe play'd Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench 5 24 2 6 44 80 Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind 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 In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining 195 In the sweet shire of Cardigan 248 Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son Let me not to the marriage of true minds. Like as the waves make towards the pebbied shore Like to the clear in highest sphere Love in my bosom, like a bee. Love in thy youth, fair Maid, be wise Love not me for comely grace My days among the Dead are past PAGE 43 79 20 196 25 12 43 90 98 166 320 191 242 169 73 309 199 346 257 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow 279 341 96 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 PAGE 224 325 O World! O Life! O Time 340 On Linden, when the sun was low 243 Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd 306 84 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea 4 Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part 30 Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me 31 Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile 154 Sleep, sleep, beauty bright 165 Souls of Poets dead and gone 257 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king Sweet Love, if thou wilt gain a monarch's glory 14 |