Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!. He loves not well whose love is bold. Here in this leafy place...... Here is the place: right over the hill Here she lieth, white and chill.. Ho, pretty Page with the dimpled chin! Ho, sailor of the sea! Hour after hour departs How joyously the young Sea-Mew How many times do I love thee? Dear!. PAGE 85 243 169 172 287 303 163 289 40 183 248 ΙΙΟ 188 75 131 262 I like not lady-slippers... In the days of old... Into the sunshine. I bend above the moving stream I can not forget my jo If e'er she knew an evil thought I have had playmates, I have had companions I lean'd out of window I like a church, I like a cowl I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone I love him, I dream of him In schools of wisdom all the day was spent.. In Spring the poet is glad..... I saw old Autumn in the misty morn.. 134 246 60 206 63 38 273 136 290 42 73 168 287 68 232 119 I saw the twinkle of white feet. 228 I shot an arrow into the air........... It is a beauteous evening, calm and free! 156 17 123 I've wander'd East, I've wander'd West Just for a handful of silver he left us.. Kiss no more the Vintages! PAGE 113 180 191 124 Laugh out, O stream! from your bed of green. 241 Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne Mine eyes have seen the glory Mistress of Gods and men! I have been thine.. More than the wind, more than the snow 19 213 200 237 Night closed around the conqueror's way. 54 166 91 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note Not a sob, not a tear be spent.. Not in the sky. Not in the solitude Now tell me, my merry woodman ! PAGE O brooding Spirit of Wisdom and of Love!.. One more Unfortunate O bear him where the rain can fall! O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain... O'er wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule. O fair and stately Maid! whose eyes Of Nelson and the North O Friend! whom glad or grave we seek Often have I heard it said.......... O Mary! go and call the cattle home!. Once a rose ever a rose, we say Once, when the days were ages On me, on me.... 59 148 18 24 270 140 44 64 4I 226 201 257 116 135 53 O the sight entrancing! O Thou that art our Queen again! O Thou! whose mighty palace-roof doth hang Our life is spent in little things. O Warrior for the Right! O, what are you waiting for here? young man! O what will a' the lads do?..... Peace be around thee wherever thou rovest!. Peace in her chamber, whereso'er Pibroch of Donuil Dhu!. Poor little Foal of an oppressed race!. Prithee tell me, Dimple-Chin!.. Proserpine may pull her flowers Rains fall, suns shine, winds flee..... Said Fading-Leaf to Fallen-Leaf. Say over again, and yet once over again!. 62 92 278 304 301 36 52 30 23 275 130 33 74 92 251 292 213 190 100 PAGE Seek not the tree of silkiest bark!. Should I long that dark were fair?... Show me the noblest Youth of present time!. 203 70 122 265 83 74 259 227 ΙΟ Since, if you stood by my side to-day... Sing!-who sings..... Sister Simplicitie!....... So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Soft hangs the opiate in the brain...... 242 72 246 165 233 Softly breathes the West wind beside the ruddy forest.. 108 205 So strive, so rule, Almighty Lord of All! Suck, baby! suck! mother's love grows by giving 39 187 Swiftly walk over the Western wave! 89 Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean 179 The apples are ripe in the orchard..... 288 The conference-meeting through at last.. 274 160 The Earth was but a platform for thy power.. The flash at midnight,-'twas a light... The golden gates of sleep unbar..... The Isles of Greece! the Isles of Greece! Then fare thee well, my own dear Love!. 51 The night is come, but not too soon 156 There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear 18 The truth lies round about us The woods decay, the woods decay and fall. They bear the hero from the fight, dying. They say his sin was dark and deep... 66 65 The trees in Sherwood Forest are old and good. III ..... 240 174 148 146 147 Think me not unkind and rude Think not alone to do right and fulfil. This is the Ship of Pearl which (poets feign) 141 310 173 This world is too much with us: late and soon Thou art mine, thou hast given thy word Thy functions are ethereal 'Tis thought Odysseus when the strife was o'er.. 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved.... To be a sweetness more desired than Spring.. To sea! to sea! The calm is o'er. Twin stars aloft in ether clear Under a sultry yellow sky. Underneath the beechen tree.. Underneath the growing grass Unlike are we, unlike, O Princely Heart! 84 271 308 131 227 260 284 272 189 |