Here, oh, here, 283

Her hair was brown, her sphered eyes were
brown, 215

Her voice did quiver as we parted, 503
He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, 588
Hic sinu fessum caput hospitali, 661

His face was like a snake's-wrinkled and
loose, 566

Honey from silkworms who can gather, 505
Hopes, that swell in youthful breasts, 664
How eloquent are eyes, 665

How, my dear Mary, are you critic-bitten, 374
How stern are the woes of the desolate
mourner, 668

How sweet it is to sit and read the tales, 531
How swiftly through heaven's wide expanse,

668

How wonderful is Death, 1

How wonderful is Death, 70

I AM as a spirit who has dwelt, 531

I am drunk with the honey wine, 532

I arise from dreams of thee, 527.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,

542

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, 553
I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and took,
567

I faint, I perish with my love! I grow, 588
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden, 550

I hated thee, fallen tyrant! I did groan, 489
I loved-alas! our life is love, 513
I met a traveller from an antique land, 506
I mourn Adonis dead-loveliest Adonis, 635
I pant for the music which is divine, 587
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo, 233
I sate beside the steersman then, and, gazing,

If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill, 587
If I walk in Autumn's even, 588

Inter marmoreas Leonora pendula colles, 66a
In the cave which wild weeds cover, 532
In the great morning of the world, 434
In the sweet solitude of this calm place, 640
Is it that in some brighter sphere, 531

Is not to-day enough? Why do I peer, 531
It floats with rainbow pinions o'er the stream,
418

It is the day when all the sons of God, 577
It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky, 529
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon, 559

Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale, 663
Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite, 620
Music, when soft voices die, 571

My coursers are fed with the lightning, 271
My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone,

529

My faint spirit was sitting in the light, 569
My head is heavy, my limbs are weary, 566
My head is wild with weeping for a grief, 520
My lost William, thou in whom, 528

My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but few,
404

My soul is an enchanted boat, 273

My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim, 500
My thoughts arise and fade in solitude, 505

NIGHT, with all thine eyes look down, 575
Night with all thine eyes look down, 576
No access to the Duke! You have not said,
512

No, Music, thou art not the "food of Love,"

500

Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, 572
Not far from hence. From yonder pointed
hill, 562

Now the last day of many days, 595

O BACCHUS, what a world of toil, both now, 621
O, follow, follow, 265

O happy Earth! reality of Heaven, 33
O happy Earth! reality of Heaven, 75
O Mary dear, that you were here, 508

O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this age,
520

O pillow cold and wet with tears, 528
O that a chariot of cloud were mine, 504
O thou immortal deity, 589

O thou, who plumed with strong desire, 554
O thou whose dear love gleamed upon the
gloomy path, 681

universal mother, who dost keep, 619

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's
being, 526

O world! O life! O time, 573

Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once more, 619
Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly
breezes, 677

Oh! there are spirits of the air, 488

Old winter was gone, 584,

On the brink of the night and the morning,

RARELY, rarely, comest thou, 571

Reach me that handkerchief!- My brain is
hurt, 314

Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit, 640
Rome has fallen, ye see it lying, 532
Rough wind, that moanest loud, 597

SACRED Goddess, Mother Earth, 552
See yon opening flower, 662
Shall we roam, my love, 684

She comes not; yet I left her even now, 323
She left me at the silent time, 597

She saw me not-she heard me not-alone, 194
She was an aged woman; and the years, 679
Silence! O well are Death and Sleep and Thou,
520

Silver key of the fountain of tears, 500
Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove, 603
"Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain, 593
So now my summer task is ended, Mary, 100
So we sate joyous as the morning ray, 162
Such hope, as is the sick despair of good, 566
Such was Zonoras; and as daylight finds, 213
Summer was dead and Autumn was expiring,

The keen stars were twinkling, 597

The odour from the flower is gone, 508

The old man took the oars, and soon the bark,
131

The pale stars are gone, 283

The pale, the cold, and the moony smile, 487
The rose that drinks the fountain dew, 499
The rude wind is singing, 589

The season was the childhood of sweet June,
564

The serpent is shut out from paradise, 573
The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie, 552
The spider spreads her webs, whether she be,
369

The starlight smile of children, the sweet looks,

114

The sun is set; the swallows are asleep, 584
The sun is warm, the sky is clear, 514
The sun makes music as of old, 651

The transport of a fierce and monstrous glad.
ness, 199

The viewless and invisible Consequence, 566
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is
wailing, 558

The waters are flashing, 570

The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere,
487

The world is dreary, 529

The world is now our dwelling-place, 503
The world's great age begins anew, 451
Their moss rotted off them, flake by flake, 539
There is a voice, not understood by all, 495
There is a warm and gentle atmosphere, 530
There late was One within whose subtle being,

490

There was a little lawny islet, 598

There was a Power in this sweet place, 535
There was a youth, who, as with toil and
travel, 209

These are two friends whose lives were un-
divided, 598

Were it not a sweet refuge, Emily, 418
Were not the crocuses that grew, 596
What! alive and so bold, oh earth, 572
What art thou, Presumptuous, who profanest,
589

What is that joy which serene infancy, 418
What Mary is when she a little smiles, 640
What men gain fairly- that they should

possess, 523

What think you the dead are, 244

What thoughts had sway o'er Cythna's lonely
slumber, 124

What was the shriek that struck fancy's ear, 674
When a lover clasps his fairest, 531
When passion's trance is overpast, 575
When soft winds and sunny skies, 588
When the lamp is shattered, 593

When the last hope of trampled France had
failed, 102

When winds that move not its calm surface
sweep, 636

Where art thou, beloved To-morrow, 588
Whether the Sensitive Plant, or that, 538
Whilst monarchs laughed upon their thrones,

38

Whose is the love that, gleaming through the
world, I

Why is it said thou canst not live, 678
Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one,

581

Wilt thou forget the happy hours, 508
Within a cavern of man's trackless spirit, 550
Worlds on worlds are rolling ever, 436
Would I were the winged cloud, 444,
Would you not like a broomstick?" As for me,
654

YE congregated powers of heaven, who share,
273

Ye Dorian woods and waves lament aloud, 636
Ye gentle visitations of calm thought, 531
Ye hasten to the grave! What seek ye there,
560

Ye who intelligent the third heaven move, 637
Ye wild-eyed Muses, sing the Twins of Jove,
618

Yes! all is past-swift time has fled away, 674
Yet look on me-take not thine eyes away, 486