INDEX OF FIRST LINES PAGE A Chieftain to the Highlands bound. 20 .202 A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by. .285 A slumber did my spirit seal 199 A weary lot is thine, fair maid 192 A wet sheet and a flowing sea .174 At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead 72 .320 ..283 .211 .254 Best and brightest, come away 246 Boot, saddle, to horse, and away .263 Break, break, break .313 Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art. .284 ...256 Clear and cool, clear and cool ..227 Come, Sleep: O Sleep! the certain knot of peace .285 Drink to me only with thine eyes ..184 Does the road wind up-hill all the way ..276 Earl March look'd on his dying child 32 .288 Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat .276 First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock.... 80 God made sech nights, all white an' still .292 Had I but plenty of money. .178 Hail to thee, blithe Spirit .235 Half a league, half a league 58 Hark, Hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings .186 He clasps the crag with hooked hands .241 He is gone on the mountain .216 Hence, loathed Melancholy .339 Hence, vain deluding Joys .344 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he 42 I strove with none, for none was worth the strife PAGE If thou must love me, let it be for nought .279 Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King Little I ask; my wants are few .262 .263 ..307 Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour .291 .286 .278 .330 My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains .354 .255 Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the Northwest died away ..260 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note 56 .248 O blithe new-comer! I have heard .240 O Brignall banks are wild and fair 49 O Captain, My Captain! our fearful trip is done .215 O Friend! I know not which way I must look O my Luve's like a red, red rose PAGE .185 O talk not to me of a name great in story .195 O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son 17 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. .352 O World! O Life! O Time .329 Of a' the airts the wind can blaw. .187 Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North 78 Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west 39 On a Poet's lips I slept .335 Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee .289 One more unfortunate 217 One word is too often profaned .190 On Linden, when the sun was low 55 On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety- 64 Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd..328 292 Proud Maisie is in the wood 32 Rough Wind, that moanest loud ..329 St. Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was. 87 Say not the struggle nought availeth |