INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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A child, with mystic eyes and flowing hair.
A Moth belated, sun and zephyr-kist.
A Rose, as fair as ever saw the North...
A Sonnet is a moment's monument.
A tract of land swept by the salt sea foam.
A wretched thing it were, to have our heart.
A wrinkled, crabbed man they picture thee..
Ah, sweet Content! where is thy mild abode?.
Alexis, here she stayed; among these pines...
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er..
As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed.
As one that for a weary space has lain.
Assured of worthiness, we do not dread.
At the round earth's imagined corners blow.

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered Saints, whose bones.
Avert, High Wisdom, never vainly wooed...
Beauty, sweet Love, is like the morning dew.
Behind thy pasteboard, on thy battered hack..
"Behold! it is a draught from Lethe's wave..
Beneath the loveliest dream there coils a fear
Blind Cyclops, hurling stones of destiny...
Blown through the gusty spaces of the night.
Bright Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit.
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art!.
But one short week ago the trees were bare....
By day she wooes me, soft, exceeding fair..
By thine own tears thy song must tears beget.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night....
Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balm.
Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace.
Could I have sung one Song that should survive..
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud.
Darkly, as by some gloomèd mirror glassed...
Dear wood, and you, sweet solitary place
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee.
Divers doth use, as I have heard and know..

Down the long hall she glistens like a star..

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62

21

63

78

46

33
18

20

43

48

85

67

18

23

68

81

94

72

62

96

11

40

78

69

65

10

61

57

24

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20

19

1

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Eager and shy, as when among her peers.
Earth has not anything to show more fair..

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Eternal spirit of the chainless Mind!..
Even thus, methinks, a city reared should be..
Fair art thou, Phillis, ay, so fair, sweet maid...
Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe rings.
Farewell to thee, and to our dreams farewell
Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn.
Friend, who in these sad numbers dost deplore..
From child to youth; from youth to arduous man..
From morn to eve they struggled Life and Death.
From you have I been absent in the spring.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
"Give me the wine of happiness," I cried.
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand..
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass..

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Haply some Rajah first in ages gone.

Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear.

Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance.
He loved her; having felt his love begin..
High in the organ-loft, with lillied hair.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

How like the leper, with his own sad cry..

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13

85

50

34

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98

90

51

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How long, O Lord? — The voice is sounding still..

How strange the sculptures that adorn these towers!.
How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal!..
How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs..

I enter, and I see thee in the gloom....
I have known cities with the strong-armed Rhine.
I know that all beneath the moon decays..
I listened to the music broad and deep..

I longed for rest, and some one spoke me fair.

I met a traveller from an antique land..

I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong..
I said, "I will find God," and forth I went..
I saw a picture once by Angelo...

I saw the Master of the Sun. He stood..

I will not rail or grieve, when torpid eld..

I sometimes muse, when my adventurous gaze..

I wonder oft why God, who is so good.

If I have sinned in act, I may repent.

If I should die, think only this of me..

If Love should count you worthy, and should deign.
If thou must love me, let it be for nought..
In dim green depths rot ingot-laden ships..