The poplars are fell'd; farewell to the shade The sun upon the lake is low The twentieth year is well-nigh past The World is too much with us; late and soon The world's a bubble and the Life of Man There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away Three years she grew in sun and shower Tired with all these, for restful death I There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream This is the month, and this the happy morn This Life, which seems so fair cry 43 132 To me, fair Friend, you never can be old ΙΟ 112 120 228 Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea Under the greenwood tree Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying Waken, lords and ladies gay 327 65 262 152 18 330 328 256 84 When Britain first at Heaven's command When first the fiery-mantled Sun When God at first made Man 122 285 69 When he who adores thee has left but the name When I have borne in memory what has tamed Index to First Lines When Love with unconfinéd wings When maidens such as Hester die When Music, Heavenly maid, was young When Ruth was left half desolate When the lamp is shatter'd When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame When to the sessions of sweet silent thought When we two parted 351 PAGE 87 253 146 307 211 Where art thou, my beloved Son Where shall the lover rest Where the remote Bermudas ride While that the sun with his beams hot Whoe'er she be Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant Why, Damon, with the forward day Ye banks and braes and streams around Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye THE TEMPLE PRESS, PRINTERS, LETCHWORTH |