INDEX OF FIRST LINES In the old void of unrecorded time.... Lay down thy burden at this gate and knock. 54 25 87 29 32 36 83 7 17 59 103 4 21 97 Mark when she smiles with amiable cheer.. 3 26 My love for thee doth march like armèd men. Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew.. Methinks I have passed through some dreadful door. My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming.. Nay, never once to feel we are alone... 53 24 5 29 4 32 104 38 9 84 16 33 100 Nearer the eagles swoop in darkening rings. 91 No longer mourn for me when I am dead... 14 No more these passion-worn faces shall men's eyes. Not I myself know all my love for thee.. O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes.... O Friend! I know not which way I must look. 75 70 61 22 40 77 INDEX OF FIRST LINES O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay. Peace, shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on?.. Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!. 27 89 44 63 68 100 5 37 58 56 60 94 43 73 79 70 53 35 48 31 2 82 12 60 11 87 36 49 76 31 71 That time of year thou mayst in me behold. 15 59 The darkness throbbed that night with the great heat. 92 The dead abide with us! Though stark and cold.. 82 17 26 The holiest of all holidays are those... 44 The hollow sea-shell which for years hath stood. 86 The lost days of my life until to-day.. 66 47 99 39 INDEX OF FIRST LINES The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings... 2 The world is too much with us; late and soon. 30 There is a silence where hath been no sound. 42 These have I lost: now cushats only call.. 104 These strewn thoughts, by the mountain pathway sprung. 102 They do but grope in learning's pedant round. 42 52 Though to the vilest things beneath the moon. To stand upon a windy pinnacle..... Under the arch of Life, where love and death... When I consider how my light is spent. Yet it is pitiful how friendships die............. Yon silvery billows breaking on the beach. 56 39 79 30 66 10 34 92 77 8 72 41 64 76 23 95 80 12 16 97 51 13 25 75 1 83 55 6 49 101 80 71 |