I am monarch of all I survey I be the milkmaïd o' the farm I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers I have two nights watched with you I heard a thousand blended notes I knew a soft-eyed lady, from a noble foreign land I saw old Autumn in the misty morn I say to thee, do thou repeat I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he I think of thee, my sister I wandered lonely as a cloud I watched a rose-bud very long I would build a cloudy house 13 If by your art, my dearest father, you have . 432 If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well 329 397 It was many and many a year ago It was when from Spain across the main Jaffar, the Barmecide, the good Vizier 272 264 15 44 King of kings and Lord of lords! 287 Lady! that in the prime of earliest youth 77 Land of my birth, O Britain, land beloved 268 Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom Lo! we bring with us the hero Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is Man is permitted much to scan, and learn Meary Ann wer alwone, wi' her beäby in eärms Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour Mountain gorses, ever golden Much have I travelled in the realms of gold My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 387 My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night. 30 Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are 282 O where have ye been, Lord Randal, my son? O'er wayward childhood wouldst thou hold firm rule Oh ask not, hope not, thou too much Oh deem not they are blest alone Oh many are the beauteous isles Oh righteous doom, that they who make. Oh weary in the morning One by one the sands are flowing One more Unfortunate Patriots have toiled, and in their country's cause Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Poor Jenny wer her Robert's bride Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Rich and royal Italy Sabrina fair, listen where thou art sitting. 307 94 12 99 174 So on he fares, and to the border comes So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine Speak the speech, I pray you Stern daughter of the Voice of God! Stop, Mortal! here thy brother lies. Stranger! if e'er thy ardent step hath traced Sweet echo, sweetest nymph! that liv'st unseen Tell me not in mournful numbers That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold 333 That you have wronged me doth appear in this 299 The butter an' the cheese weel stowit they be The hills all glowed with a festive light The infant lies in blessed ease. The king is come; deal mildly with his youth The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed The sea! the sea! the open sea 340 The star that bids the shepherd fold The stream was smooth as glass 41 98 The sun hath ridden into the sky 376 The sun rises bright in France 57 The world is too much with us; late and soon 241 162 PAGE There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin There is a flower, the lesser celandine. There was a sound of revelry by night There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream These are thy glorious works, Parent of good These beauteous forms They glide upon their endless way They met me in the day of success Through Erin's isle Thy thrice noble cousin, Harry Bolingbroke 'Tis the midnight hour-the beauteous sea To do what service am I sent for hither? To heroism and holiness. To horse, to horse, Sir Nicholas ! the clarion's note is high 187 135 338 384 23 112 380 137 6 219 131 239 Upon the hills the wind is sharp and cold Violet! sweet violet ! . We have two nights watched with you We watched her breathing through the night |