INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A child’s a plaything for an hour, 86

A constancy in love I’ll prise, 21

A thousand martyrs I have made, 24

About the little chambers of my heart, 150

Ah, gaze not on those eyes! forbear, 55

Alas, how hard a thing, 33

Alas! my son, you little know, 71

All in the April morning, 177

Am I a stone, and not a sheep, 135

And ye shall walk in silk attire, 77

Behold, ambitious lump of clay refined, 32

Best of thy sex! if sacred friendship can, 30

Brief, on a flying night, 164

Ca’ the yowes to the knowes, 72

Calm on the bosom of thy God, 99

Cambridge town is a beleaguered city, 178

Cease, cease, Aminta, to complain, 22

Children of night! unfolding meekly, slowly, 97

Christ was the Word that spake it, 3

Close to the sod, 170

Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee, 119

Come not in terrors clad, to claim, 95

Come to me in the silence of the night, 133

Cou’d our first father, at his toilsome plough, 44

Death is a leveller; beauty and kings, 14

Deep in the grass outstretched I lie, 154

Dennis was hearty when Dennis was young, 172

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, 110

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?, 138

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away, 121

Far from the earth the deep-descended day, 167

Farewell, ungrateful man, sail to some land, 28

Flowers to the Fair! to you these flowers I bring, 74

Forbear, bold youth, all’s Heaven here, 16

Forgo the charming Muses! No, in spite, 54

Give me there (since Heaven has shown, 43

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand, 105

Green is the plane-tree in the square, 152

Hark! in the still night. Who goes there?, 158

He saw my heart’s woe, discovered my soul’s anguish, 116

Her mouth, which a smile, 76

Here sleeps the Queen; this is the royal bed, 8

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, 108

How hardly I conceal’d my tears!, 19

How much of paper’s spoil’d! what floods of ink!, 69

How strongly does my passion flow, 23

I ask no kind return in Love, 59

I did not live until this time, 13

I do not love thee!—no! I do not love thee!, 115

I mind me, in the days departed, 112

I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, 162

I never rested on the Muses’ bed, 5

I ran out in the morning, when the air was clean and new, 174

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless, 113

I thought once how Theocritus had sung, 103

I took my heart in my hand, 136

I wakened on my hot, hard bed, 175

I was alone, for those I loved, 129

I watch her in the corner there, 168

If trifling Hope has any room to plead, 67

I’m sittin’ on the stile, Mary, 114

I’m wearin’ awa’, John, 87

In such a night, when every louder wind, 42

In two large columns on thy motley page, 56

Is it to me, this sad lamenting strain?, 57

I’ve heard them lilting, at our ewe-milking, 70

I’ve seen the smiling of Fortune beguiling, 61

Jean, fetch that heap of tangled yarn, 93

Life! I know not what thou art, 75

Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses, 163

Lost in despair, distracted and forlorn, 53

Love, a child, is ever crying, 6

Love in fantastic triumph sat, 20

Loving friend, the gift of one, 111

Lyke as the armed knyght, 1

‘Mary mother, shield us! Say, what men are ye, 147

Meek Twilight! soften the declining day, 91

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, 126

My heart is like a singing bird, 141

My letters! all dead paper, ... mute and white!, 107

My Lord, my Saviour, and my God, 60

My mother bids me bind my hair, 73

My songs th’ attentive nymphs with pleasure hear, 63

Next heaven, my vows to thee, O sacred Muse!, 35

No coward soul is mine, 125

Now in thy dazzled, half-oped eye, 81

O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes, 137

O ever skill’d to wear the form we love, 92

O God! if this indeed be all, 128

O Jean, my Jean, when the bell ca’s the congregation, 169

O King of Terrors, whose unbounded sway, 47

O Love, how thou art tired out with rhyme!, 9

O sleep, my babe, hear not the rippling wave, 100

O thou, who labour’st in this rugged mine, 64

Observe the weary birds ere night be done, 15

Och, what was it got me at all that time, 171

O’er this marble drop a tear, 51

Of all companions I would choose to shun, 68

Often rebuked, yet always back returning, 124

Oh cruel Fate, when wilt thou weary be?, 31

Oh, love! thou that shelterest some, 146

Oh, the auld house, the auld house!, 88

‘Oh where are you going with your love-locks flowing, 142

One sweetly solemn thought, 130

Peace, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on?, 166

Press gently on him, earth, and all around, 50

Remember me when I am gone away, 139

Rocked in the cradle of the deep, 96

Search but those strains, you think so much excel, 62

Shall mine eyes behold thy glory, O my country?, 148

She stands as pale as Parian statues stand, 134

She, who so long has lain, 156

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep, 120

Speak of the North! A lonely moor, 118

Still let my tyrants know, I am not doom’d to wear, 122

Strephon hath fashion, wit, and youth, 37

Strephon I saw, and started at the sight, 25

Strephon, whose person ev’ry grace, 45

Such is the force of each created thing, 12

Sweet age of blest delusion! blooming boys, 80

Ten years ago it seemed impossible, 143

The boy stood on the burning deck, 98

The chough and crow to roost are gone, 84

The clouds had made a crimson crown, 149

The doubt of future foes, exiles my present joy, 2

The ewe-buchtin’s bonnie, baith e’enin’ and morn, 49

The garlands fade that Spring so lately wove, 78

The gowan glitters on the sward, 83

The grand old road from the mountain goes shining to the sea, 176

The human heart has hidden treasures, 117

The hunt is up! the hunt is up!, 179

The irresponsive silence of the land, 132

The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, 145

The paralytic man has dropped in death, 160

The shadows flickering, the daylight dying, 173

The sky is silver-grey; the long, 153

The Winter being over, 11

There ance was a may, and she lo’ed na men, 48

There was an eye, whose partial glance, 94

They trod the streets and squares where now I tread, 157

This book by any yet unread, 7

Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man, 101

Thou who dost all my worldly thoughts employ, 52

Though Fortune have so far from me removed, 29

Though infant years no pompous honours claim, 65

’Tis not enough for one that is a wife, 4

To the forgotten dead, 165

Too late for love, too late for joy, 140

Trail all your pikes, dispirit every drum, 40

True genius, but true woman! dost deny, 102

Twice forty months of wedlock I did stay, 17

’Twas in heaven pronounced—it was mutter’d in hell, 85

’Twas the dream of a God, 159

Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!, 104

Wanton drole, whose harmless play, 82

We are Diana’s virgin train, 34

We were young, we were merry, we were very very wise, 151

Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, 46

Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms, 127

Welcome, dear wanderer, once more!, 66

Well, some may hate, and some may scorn, 123

Wha’ll buy my caller herrin’?, 89

What was he doing, the great god Pan, 109

What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through, 144

When all alone in some belov’d retreat, 38

When from the world I shall be ta’en, 10

When I am dead, few friends attend my hearse, 36

When I am dead, my dearest, 131

When our two souls stand up erect and strong, 106

When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, 79

When the tempestuous sea did foam and roar, 18

When to the Under-world despis’d he goes, 41

Where drowsy sound of college-chimes, 155

Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing?, 39

Why do I love? go ask the glorious sun, 27

With this ambiguous earth, 161

Would you be young again?, 90

You little know the heart that you advise, 58

You wrong me, Strephon, when you say, 26

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