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From all the blasts of heaven thou hast de-

scended, 262
From the cities where from caves, 533
From the forests and highlands, 553
GATHER, O gather, 525
Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your

yelling, 665
God prosper, speed, and save, 523,
Good night ? ah! no; the hour is ill, 562
Grant me your patience, Gentlemen and Boars,

Great Spirit whom the sea of boundless thought,

Guido, I would that Lapo, thou, and I, 637

If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill, 537
If I walk in Autumn's even, 588
Inter marmoreas Leonoræ pendula colles, 662
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,

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

Kissing Helena, together, 634
Let those who pine in pride or in revenge, 516
Life of Life ! thy lips enkindle, 273
Lift not the painted veil which those who live,

Like the ghost of a dear friend dead, 566
Listen, listen, Mary mine, 507

Hail to thee, blithe spirit, 543
Hark! the owlet flaps his wings, 661
He came like a dream in the dawn of life, 455
Heigho! the lark and the owl! 474
“Here lieth One whose name was writ on

water,” 587
Here, my dear friend, is a new book for you,

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,

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,

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

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,

I sing the glorious Power with azure eyes, 620
I stood within the city disinterred, 555
I weep for Adonais-he is dead, 420
I went into the deserts of dim sleep, 566
I would not be a king-enough, 580
If gibbets, axes, confiscations, chains, 561

MADONNA, wherefore hast thou sent to me, 570
Maiden, quench the glare of sorrow, 679
Many a green isle needs must be, 508
Melodious Arethusa, o'er my verse, 637
Men of England, wherefore plough, 522
Methought a star came down from heaven, 453
Methought I was a billow in the crowd, 587
Mighty eagle! thou that soarest, 500
Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed, 466
Monarch of Gods and Dæmons, and all Spirits,

Month after month the gathered rains descend,

Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale, 663
Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite, 620
Music, when soft voices die, 571
My coursers are sed with the lightning, 271
My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone,

My faint spirit was sitting in the light, 569
My head is heavy, my limbs are weary, şćó
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 fex,

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 downı, 576
No access to the Duke! You have not said,

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

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,

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
O 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,

Once, early in the morning, 681
Once more descend, 504
One sung of thee who left the tale untold, 532
One word is too often profaned, 574
Orphan hours, the year is dead, 568
Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream, 585
Out of the eastern shadow of the Earth, 485
Over the utmost hill at length I sped, 138

PALACE-roof of cloudless nights, 525
Pan loved his neighbour Echo-but that child,

People of England, ye who toil and groan,

Perhaps the only comfort which remains, 244
Peter Bells, one, two and three, 355
Place, for the Marshal of the Mask, 460
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know, 489
Prince Athanase had one beloved friend, 212

Rarely, rarely, comest thou, 571
Reach me that handkerchief! – My brain is
toil, 504

Swifter far than summer's flight, 573
Swiftly walk over the western wave, 568

Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light, 560
That matter of the murder is hushed up, 300
That night we anchored in a woody bay, 177
That time is dead for ever, child, 503
The awful shadow of some unseen Power, 491
The babe is at peace within the womb, 588
The billows on the beach are leaping around it,

The cold earth slept below, 489
The death-bell beats, 666
The Elements respect their Maker's seal, 662
The everlasting universe of things, 493
The fierce beasts of the woods and wildernesses,

The fiery mountains answer each other, 559
The fight was o'er : the flashing through the

gloom, 505
The fitful' alternations of the rain, 532
The flower that smiles to-day, 571.
The Fountains mingle with the River, 530
The gentleness of rain was in the wind, 588
The golden gates of Sleep unbar, 575
The joy,

the triumph, the delight, the madness,
The keen stars were twinkling, 597
The odour from the flower is gone, 508
The old man took the oars, and soon the bark,

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,

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,

The starlight smile of children, the sweet looks,

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,

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, 539
There late was One within whose subtle being,

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

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! ( well are Death and Sleep and Thou,

Silver key of the fountain of tears, 500
Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove, 603
"ST 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,

Sweet Spirit ! Sister of that orphan one, 405
Sweet star, which gleaming o'er the darksome

scene, 678
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task, 474

They die--the dead return not-Misery, 503
This is the day, which down the void abysm,

Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor
Thou art fair, and few are fairer, 528
Thou art the wine whose drunkenness is all,

Thou supreme Goddess! by whose power

divine, 389
Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not
Thou wert the morning star among the living,

Three days the flowers of the garden fair, 536
Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die, 499
Thy country's curse is on thee, darkest crest,

Thy dewy looks sink in my breast, 485
Thy little footsteps on the sands, 529
'Tis midnight now - athwart the murky air,

'Tis the terror of tempest. The rags of the
To the deep, to the deep, 268
To thirst and find no fill-to wail and wander,

Tremble Kings despised of man, 676
'Twas at the season when the Earth upsprings,

'Twas dead of the night, when I sat in my

dwelling, 665

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,

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

be, 503

sweep, 636

sail, 539

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

Whose is the love that, gleaming through the

world, 1
Why is it said thou canst not live, 678
Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one,

Wilt thou forget the happy hours, 503
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,

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

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

Yes! all is past-swift time has fied away, 674
Yet look on metake not thine eyes away, 486

UNFATHOMABLE Sea ! whose waves are years,

Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun, 567
VICTORIOUS wrong, with vulture scream, 449
WAKE the serpent not-lest he, 532
Was there a human spirit in the steed, 184
Wealth and dominion fade into the mass, 505
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon,

We meet not as we parted, 598
We strew these opiate flowers, 433
Weep not, my gentle boy; he struck but me,



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