Part 2 — INDEX OF THE FIRST LINES.

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A Highland inn among the western hills 384

A youth and maid upon a summer night 352

A youth was I. An elder friend with me 325

Across the sea, along the shore 94

Ah, blame him not because he’s gay! 431

Am I with you, or you with me? 410

And replying, said godlike, swift-footed Achilles 418

As, at a railway junction, men 35

As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay 38

Away, haunt thou not me 11

Beside me,—in the car,—she sat 260

Blessed are those who have not seen 90

Bright October was come, the misty-bright October 236

But a revulsion again came over the spirit of Elspie 245

But if as not by that the soul desired 321

But that from slow dissolving pomps of dawn 430

But whether in the uncoloured light of truth 320

Cease, empty Faith, the Spectrum saith 89

Come back again, my olden heart! 8

Come back, come back, behold with straining mast 404

Come home, come home! and where is home for me 403

Come, Poet, come! 427

Dance on, dance on, we see, we see 432

Dear Eustatio, I write that you may write me an answer 269

Dearest of boys, please come to-day 329

Diogenes by his tub, contenting himself with the sunshine 442

Duty—that’s to say, complying 181

Each for himself is still the rule 183

Eastward, or Northward, or West? I wander and ask as I wander 305

Edward and Jane a married couple were 374

Farewell, farewell! Her vans the vessel tries 401

Farewell, my Highland lassie! when the year returns around 29

For she confessed, as they sat in the dusk, and he saw not her blushes 239

From thy far sources, ’mid mountains airily climbing 422

Go, foolish thoughts, and join the throng 436

Goddess, the anger sing of the Pelean Achilles 417

Green fields of England! wheresoe’er 404

Hearken to me, ye mothers of my tent 69

Here am I yet, another twelvemonth spent 12

Hope evermore and believe, O man, for e’en as thy thought 188

How in God’s name did Columbus get over 437

How often sit I, poring o’er 14

I dreamed a dream: I dreamt that I espied 96

I have seen higher, holier things than these 19

I saw again the spirits on a day 186

I stayed at La Quenille, ten miles or more 361

If it is thou whose casual hand withdraws 321

If that we thus are guilty doth appear 434

If, when in cheerless wanderings, dull and cold 20

In controversial foul impureness 93

Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages 280

Is it this, then, O world-warrior 448

Is it true, ye gods, who treat us 39

It fortifies my soul to know 90

It is not sweet content, be sure 430

It may be true 91

It was but some few nights ago 3

It was the afternoon; and the sports were now at the ending 201

I’ve often wondered how it is, at times 371

Light words they were, and lightly, falsely said 34

Like a child 14

Lips, lips, open! 440

Lo, here is God, and there is God! 81

Matthew and Mark and Luke and holy John 95

Morn, in yellow and white, came broadening out from the mountains 207

My beloved, is it nothing 443

My sons, and ye children of my sons 74

My wind is turned to bitter north 18

O God! O God! and must I still go on 171

O happy mother!—while the man wayworn 439

O happy they whose hearts receive 189

O kind protecting Darkness! as a child 15

O let me love my love unto myself alone 87

O only Source of all our light and life 85

O richly soiled and richly sunned 446

O ship, ship, ship 413

O stream descending to the sea 196

O tell me, friends, while yet we part 36

O Thou whose image in the shrine 86

Oh, the beautiful child! and oh, the most happy mother! 442

‘Old things need not be therefore true’ 93

On grass, on gravel, in the sun 260

On the mountain, in the woodland 31

Once more the wonted road I tread 16

Or shall I say, Vain word, false thought 452

Over a mountain slope with lentisk, and with abounding 423

Over every hill 441

Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits 269

Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane 197

Roused by importunate knocks 15

Said the Poet, I wouldn’t maintain 438

Say not the struggle nought availeth 452

Say, will it, when our hairs are grey 190

Shall I decide it by a random shot? 322

Since that last evening we have fallen indeed! 43

Slumber and Sleep, two brothers appointed to serve the immortals 441

So I went wrong 7

So in the cottage with Adam the pupils five together 232

So in the golden morning they parted and went to the westward 215

So in the golden weather they waited. But Philip returned not 224

So in the sinful streets, abstracted and alone 104

So on the morrow’s morrow, with Term-time dread returning 250

So spake the voice: and as with a single life 423

Some future day when what is now is not 406

Sweet streamlet bason! at thy side 10

That children in their loveliness should die 319

That out of sight is out of mind 409

That there are better things within the womb 319

The grasses green of sweet content 193

The human spirits saw I on a day 185

The mighty ocean rolls and raves 407

The scene is different, and the place, the air 109

The Silver Wedding! on some pensive ear 20

The skies have sunk, and hid the upper snow 259

There is a city, upbuilt on the quays of the turbulent Arno 309

These are the words of Jacob’s wives, the words 77

Thou shalt have one God only; who 184

Though to the vilest things beneath the moon 12

Thought may well be ever ranging 25

Through the great sinful streets of Naples as I past 100

To see the rich autumnal tint depart 320

To spend uncounted years of pain 91

To think that men of former days 428

To wear out heart, and nerves, and brain 182

Trunks the forest yielded with gums ambrosial oozing 422

Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there 6

’Twas on a sunny summer day 5

Upon the water, in the boat 195

Well, well,—Heaven bless you all from day to day! 13

Were I with you, or you with me 411

Were you with me, or I with you 410

Were you with me, or I with you 412

What voice did on my spirit fall 450

What we, when face to face we see 92

Whate’er you dream with doubt possest 194

When on the primal peaceful blank profound 442

When panting sighs the bosom fill 26

When soft September brings again 10

When the dews are earliest falling 30

Whence are ye, vague desires 191

Whence comest thou, shady lane? and why and how? 8

Where lies the land to which the ship would go? 407

Who is this man that walketh in the field 72

Who ne’er his bread with tears hath ate 441

Why should I say I see the things I see not? 23

Ye flags of Piccadilly 402

Yes, I have lied, and so must walk my way 13

Yet to the wondrous St. Peter’s, and yet to the solemn Rotonda 293

You complain of the woman for roving from one to another 441

Youth, that went, is come again 434

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