A Chieftain to the Highlands bound A sweet disorder in the dress A weary lot is thine, fair maid A widow bird sate mourning for her love Ariel to Miranda:-Take Art thou pale for weariness Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers As I was walking all alane As slow our ship her foamy track At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly Being your slave, what should I do but tend Behold her, single in the field Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Best and Brightest, come away Bid me to live, and I will live Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy Blow, blow, thou winter wind Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art PAGE 196 83 210 221 299 7 201 134 184 166 289 22 40 23 96 239 278 216 54 142 90 182 13 277 267 85 III 29 214 346 Index to First Lines Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren Calm was the day, and through the trembling air PAGE 31 34 66 24 30 Come away, come away, Death Come live with me and be my Love Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly ΙΟ Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move 43 Fair Daffodils, we weep to see Fair pledges of a fruitful tree Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing Fear no more the heat o' the sun For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove Four Seasons fill the measure of the year Gather ye rose-buds while ye may Hail to thee, blithe Spirit Happy the man, whose wish and care I travell'd among unknown men 194 I wander'd lonely as a cloud I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile I wish I were where Helen lies. If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song If doughty deeds my lady please If to be absent were to be If Thou survive my well-contented day If women could be fair, and yet not fond 28 I'm wearing awa', Jean 169 In a drear-nighted December In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining 206 In the sweet shire of Cardigan It is a beauteous evening, calm and free It is not Beauty I demand It is not growing like a tree 236 79 68 It was a lover and his lass It was a summer evening. I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking 348 Index to First Lines Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour Mortality, behold and fear Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold My days among the Dead are past My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My Love in her attire doth shew her wit My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow My true-love hath my heart, and I have his No longer mourn for me when I am dead O blithe new-comer! I have heard O Brignall banks are wild and fair O Friend! I know not which way I must look O lovers' eyes are sharp to see Mary, at thy window be O me! what eyes hath love put in my head O my Luve's like a red, red rose Of a' the airts the wind can blaw 167 On a Poet's lips I slept Of Nelson and the North . Of this fair volume which we World do name On Linden, when the sun was low Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee O never say that I was false of heart saw ye bonnie Lesley say what is that thing call'd Light O snatch'd away in beauty's bloom O talk not to me of a name great in story O waly waly up the bank what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being O World! O Life! O Time! Of all the girls that are so smart Index to First Lines One word is too often profaned Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud 349 PAGE had lower'd She dwelt among the untrodden ways She is not fair to outward view She walks in beauty, like the night She was a Phantom of delight 193 192 191 191 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea Spring, the sweet Spring, the year's pleasant king 3 25 139 248 I Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense That time of year thou may'st in me behold 326 77 33 19 85 156 The forward youth that would appear 55 The fountains mingle with the river 200 66 The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King 44 The lovely lass o' Inverness 128 The merchant, to secure his treasure 140 The more we live, more brief appear 333 |