Dear friend, far off, my lost desire, Dear love, for nothing less than thee Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Earth has not anything to show more fair: E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks, . Exert thy voice, sweet harbinger of Spring! Fair Amoret is gone astray; Fair and fair, and twice so fair, 311 138 357 489 51 199 198 77 Fair Daffodils! we weep to see 133 Five years have past; five summers, with the length 299 Flee fro the prees, and dwelle with sothfastnesse, Get thee behind me. Even as, heavy-curled, 496 Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, Here lies a man much wronged in his hopes, 130 Here lies our Sovereign Lord the King, 190 Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, 270 Here, wandering long, amid these frowning fields, 281 Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, 133 Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, 52 How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 449 105 100 If to be absent were to be How poor, how rich, how abject, how august How sleep the Brave who sink to rest How vainly men themselves amaze I arise from dreams of thee. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, I cannot change, as others do, If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange If poisonous minerals, and if that tree. I have had playmates, I have had companions, I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end; 503 115 I met a traveller from an antique land. 387 In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, 499 In lowly dale, fast by a river's side. In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour In the merry month of May, In this little urn is laid In Xanadu did Kubla Khan Iphigeneia, when she heard her doom I said-Then, dearest, since 'tis so, I saw Eternity the other night, I sent for Ratcliffe; was so ill, Is there for honest poverty. I strove with none; for none was worth my strife, I struck the board, and cry'd "No more!. It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, It is an ancient Mariner It little profits that an idle king, It was a dismal and a fearful night, It was a summer evening, I've heard them lilting, at our ewe-milking, I wandered lonely as a cloud I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! John Anderson my jo, John, Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust; 54 101 129 298 Live in these conquering leaves: live all the same; 157 497 200 134 Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, 143 76 Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours, 246 Lyke as a ship, that through the ocean wyde, Methought I saw my late espoused saint More than most faire, full of the living fire PAGE 180 364 312 20 60 121 Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, Music, when soft voices die, 368 386 Never seek to tell thy love, My sheep are thoughts, which I both guide and serve; 'My tongue cannot express my grief for one, O ye No more, my Dear, no more these counsels try; Not if men's tongues and angels' all in one O blithe New-comer! I have heard, O'er Cornwall's cliffs the tempest roared, Of Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told O for some honest lover's ghost, 54 89 297 52 489 367 189 497 508 304 269 496 154 Of this fair volume which we World do name 127 Oh Galuppi, Baldassare, this is very sad to find! "O where have you been, my long, long love, 36 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, She was a Phantom of delight. 'Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas," she says, Rough wind, that moanest loud "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Say, Earth, why hast thou got thee new attire, Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,. See the chariot at hand here of Love, She dwelt among the untrodden ways Should auld acquaintance be forgot, Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, 100 81 Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears: 111 So all day long the noise of battle roll'd 426 So forth issew'd the seasons of the yeare: 70 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; 102 Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, 425 The changing guests, each in a different mood, 494 There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, 314 7 The sea is calm to-night, . 481 These, as they change, Almighty Father, these, 225 42 The world is too much with us; late and soon, They are all gone into the world of Light, The year's at the spring This hindir yeir I hard be tald, This little vault, this narrow room, 310 161 451 15 146 Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white, 103 Thou art too hard for me in Love. 142 Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, 380 Thou that hast fashioned twice this soul of ours, 106 Three poets, in three distant ages born, 198 Thus said the Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim, To me 'twas given to die: to thee 'tis given 202 To see the world in a grain of sand, 297 To the Lords of Convention 't was Claver'se who spoke, Under yonder beech-tree single on the greensward, 510 We are in love's land to-day; 502 Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan; 120 Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When he, who adores thee, has left but the name 354 When I am dead, my dearest, 516 When I bethinke me on that speech whyl-eare When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, 498 When the old flaming Prophet climb'd the sky, Where lies the land to which the ship would go? 472 |