Book 5 — POEMS IN CLASSICAL PROSODY (continued 2)
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The south wind rose at dusk, 336
The spirit's eager sense, 211
The storm is over, 294
The summer trees are tempest-torn, 292
The upper skies are palest blue, 282
The very names of things belov'd, 189
The whole world now is but the minister, 188
The wood is bare, 227
The work is done, 200
The world comes not to an end, 212
The world still goeth about to shew and hide, 197
They that in play can do the thing they would, 187
They wer' amid the shadows, 448
This world is unto God a work of art, 195
Thou art a poet, Robbie Burns, 385
Thou didst delight my eyes, 274
Thou dimpled Millicent, 374
Thousand threads of rain, 446
Thou vainly, O Man, self-deceiver, 444
Thus to be humbled, 203
Thus to thy beauty, 191
To me, to me, fair hearted Goddess, come, 398
To my love I whisper, 339
To us, O Queen of sinless grace, 402
Truest-hearted of early friends, 442
Turn, O return, 395
'Twas on the very day winter took leave, 216
Voyaging northwards, 359
Wanton with long delay, 284
Weep not to-day, 320
We left the city when the summer day, 270
What happy bonds together unite you, 447
What is sweeter than new-mown hay, 292
'What think you, sister', 121
What voice of gladness, 306
When Death to either shall come, 347
When first I saw thee, dearest, 216
When first we met, 241
When from the lowest ebbing, 129
When I see childhood, 208
When June is come, 289
When men were all asleep, 265
When my love was away, 294
When parch'd with thirst, 208
When sometimes in an ancient house, 194
When thou didst give thy love to me, 374
When thou, my beloved, diedst, 448
When to my lone soft bed, 442
Wherefore to-night so full of care, 260
Where San Miniato's convent, 196
Where thou art better I too were, 448
While Eros in his chamber hid his tears, 177
While yet we wait for spring, 190
Whither, O splendid ship, 244
Who builds a ship, 194
Who has not walked upon the shore, 236
Who takes the census of the living dead, 213
Why art thou sad, 347
Why hast thou nothing, 348
Why, O Maker of all, 445
Will Love again awake, 242
Winter was not unkind, 192
With mild eyes agaze, 389
Ye blessed saints, 219
Ye Spartan mothers, 371
Ye thrilled me once, 296