INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A, B, C, D, F, G, H, I, K, L, M, N, O, P, S, T, U, V, W, Y.

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A beckoning spirit of gladness seemed afloat, 290

A hundred years from now, dear heart, 24

A little love, of Heaven a little share, 294

All glorious as the Rainbow’s birth, 153

All the phantoms of the future, all the spectres, 136

Alone, alone, thro’ the sunny street, 87

And these—are these indeed the end, 291

Ask nothing more of me, sweet, 251

As one would stand who saw a sudden light, 193

At dinner she is hostess, I am host, 155

A thousand knights have rein’d their steeds, 9

Azure of sky and silver of cloud, 181

Barb’d blossom of the guarded gorse, 207

Because thou wast cold and proud, 306

Beneath the loveliest dream there coils a fear, 292

Between the pansies and the rye, 102

Between the sunset and the sea, 249

Bland air and leagues of immemorial blue, 230

By one rapt day Love doth his harvest mete, 98

Cold blows the wind against the hill, 75

Come, oh, come to me, voice or look, or spirit, 22

Comrades! in vain ye seek to learn, 168

Countess, I see the flying year, 118

“Darling,” he said, “I never meant”, 103

Dawn, with flusht foot upon the mountain tops, 54

Day after day of this azure May, 269

Dear, let me dream of love, 104

Fair star that on the shoulder of yon hill, 160

Far away hangs an apple that ripens on high, 45

Farewell my Youth! for now we needs must part, 286

Fold your arms around me, Sweet, 92

For a day and night, Love sang to us, played, 244

For the man was she made by the Eden tree, 216

From out the past she comes to me, 243

God’s love and peace be with thee, where, 295

Gone!, 262

Has summer come without the rose, 186

Hath any loved you well down there, 183

Herald of peace and joy, 68

Her tears are all thine own! how blest thou art!, 275

How, as a spider’s web is spun, 70

How like her! But ’tis she herself, 116

How many lips have uttered one sweet word—, 96

“I burn my soul away!”, 83

I cannot look upon thy grave, 209

I charge you, O winds of the West, 26

I dared not lead my arm around, 117

I did not dream that Love would stay, 273

I’d send a troop of kisses to entangle, 21

If in thine eyes, 123

If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun, 138

If Love could last, if Love could last, 15

If love were like a thrush’s song, 84

If Michael, leader of God’s host, 304

If only a single Rose is left, 20

If only in dreams may man be fully blest, 293

I found him openly wearing her token, 214

If stars were really watching eyes, 29

If thou canst make the frost be gone, 263

I had never kissed her her whole life long, 166

I have been here before, 229

I know not if moonlight or starlight, 239

I know ’tis late, but let me stay, 281

I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair, 228

In after years a twilight ghost shall fill, 167

In and out the osier beds, all along the shallows, 234

In a still room at hush of dawn, 43

In dream I saw Diana pass, Diana as of old, 221

In that old beech-walk, now bestrewn with mast, 277

In that tranced hush when sound sank awed, 148

I question with the amber daffodils, 285

I saw young Love make trial of his bow, 59

I shall not see thee, nay, but I shall know, 113

I sit alone and watch the cinders glare, 81

It is not mine to sing the stately grace, 215

It is over now, she is gone to rest, 279

It was not like your great and gracious ways, 194

It was with doubt and trembling, 5

I’ve kissed thee, sweetheart, in a dream at least, 78

I will not let thee go, 31

I will not say my true love’s eyes, 73

I would wed you dear, without gold or gear, 283

Keen winds of cloud and vaporous drift, 74

Kiss me, and say good-bye,111

Last night my lady talked with me, 57

Lids closed and pale, with parted lips she lay, 300

Lights Love, the timorous bird, to dwell, 13

Listen, bright lady, thy deep Pansie eyes, 80

Lo! in a dream Love came to me and cried, 310

Long are the hours the sun is above, 33

Love had forgotten and gone to sleep, 3

Love in my heart! oh, heart of me, heart of me!, 233

Love in the heart is as a nightingale, 30

Love is a Fire, 4

Love is enough: ho, ye who seek saving, 163

Love is enough: though the World be a-waning, 162

“Love me, or I am slain!” I cried, and meant, 236

Love within the lover’s breast, 156

Men, women, call thee so and so, 79

My days are full of pleasant memories, 11

My lady has a casket cut, 151

My life its secret and its mystery has, 14

My love and I among the mountains strayed, 176

My Love is a lady fair and free, 143

My love is the flaming sword, to fight through, 268

Nay! if thou must depart, thou shalt depart, 8

No girdle hath weaver or goldsmith wrought, 107

Not now, but later, when the road, 213

Not yet, dear love, not yet: the sun is high, 62

Now, by the blessed Paphian queen, 99

Now lay thee down to sleep, and dream of me, 288

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white, 260

O birds, ’twas not well done of you!, 203

O brown lark, loving cloud-land best, 53

O heart full of song in the sweet song-weather, 188

Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, 241

Oh, gather me the rose, the rose, 91

Oh, to think, oh, to think as I see her stand there, 72

Oh, when will it be, oh, when will it be, oh, when, 255

Oh, would, oh, would that thou and I, 180

O knight, if thou a lady hast, 85

O Love, Love, Love! O withering might!, 258

O most fair God, O Love both new and old, 199

Once more I walk mid summer days, as one, 147

Passion? not hers who fixed me with pure eyes, 49

Peace in her chamber, wheresoe’er, 227

Play me a march low-toned and slow, 157

Poets are singing, the whole world over, 231

Prince of painters, come, I pray, 211

She went with morning down the wood, 141

Sing on, sing on: half dreaming still, 253

Somewhere or other there must surely be, 226

So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing, 205

So you but love me, be it your own way, 133

Such a starved bank of moss, 35

Sullenly fell the rain while under the oak we stood, 105

Sweet as the change from pleasant thoughts, 97

Tell me wher, in what contree, is, 256

That night on Judge’s Walk the wind, 252

The ancient memories buried lie, 196

The breaths of kissing night and day, 265

The broad green rollers lift and glide, 301

The cowslip glowed, the tulip burned, 218

The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept, 225

The fire is smouldering while the daylight wanes, 55

The lights are out in the street, and a cool wind, 271

The little gate was reached at last, 127

The mavis sang but yesterday, 1

The place again, 124

The rain set early in to-night, 36

There is a certain garden where I know, 137

There is an air for which I would disown, 110

There’s never a rose upon the bush, 220

The restless years that come and go, 178

There were four apples on the bough, 246

The same green hill, the same blue sea, 19

The snow is white on wood and wold, 172

The star of love is trembling in the west, 270

The sun is bright,—the air is clear, 120

The wheel goes round, the wheel goes round, 174

The wind blows down the dusty street, 224

The world goes up and the world goes down, 106

Though the roving bee as lightly, 305

Thou walkest with me as the spirit-light, 28

Thou wilt come back again, but not for me, 126

Through laughing leaves the sunlight comes, 50

Thy shadow, O tardy night, 161

Time with his jealous icy blast, 60

’Tis an old dial, dark with many a stain, 64

Upon that quiet day that lies, 41

Up, up, my heart! up, up, my heart, 39

Vine, vine and eglantine, 261

Waves the soft grass at my feet, 307

We’re all alone, we’re all alone, 237

What days await this woman whose strange feet, 109

What hast thou done to me, 122

What thought is folded in thy leaves, 6

When did the change come, dearest Heart, 145

When fair Hyperion dons his night attire, 149

When God some day shall call my name, 170

When I shall stand before the judgment throne, 86

When lovers’ lips from kissing disunite, 276

When she comes home again! A thousand ways, 223

When spring grows old, and sleepy winds, 267

When the hot wasp hung in the grape last year, 76

When the late leaves lit all the place, 238

When the leaves fall in autumn, and you go, 82

When violets blue begin to blow, 298

Who is it that weeps for the last year’s flowers, 114

With a ripple of leaves and a tinkle of streams, 89

With moon-white hearts that held a gleam, 47

Would God I were the tender apple-blossom, 278

Yes, but the years run circling fleeter, 130

Your carmine flakes of bloom to-night, 42