Drunk and senseless in his place Earth has gone up from its Gethsemane Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Eve, with her basket, was II 324 Even in a palace, life may be led well! Ever let the Fancy roam. Faintly as tolls the evening chime Fair Daffodils, we weep to see Fair Flower, that dost so comely grow V 113 Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat First time he kissed me, he but only kissed Five years have past; five summers, with the Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet! Fresh Spring, the herald of love's mighty king From you have I been absent in the spring Full many a glorious morning have I seen Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn Give me my scallop-shell of quiet III 314 Give pardon, blessed soul, to my bold cries "Give us a song!" the soldiers cried Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and Woven 55 Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand God made my lady lovely to behold; Gray gulls that wheeled and dipped and rose penned Great men have been among us; hands that Green be the turf above thee Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? He saves the sheep, the goats he doth not save IV 256 Here, ever since you went abroad, IV 276 withal Here is the place; right over the hill Hie upon Hielands and low upon Tay, High grace, the dower of queens; and there- ... Hill people turn to their hills "Hind Horn fair, and Hind Horn free, His golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd; 197 Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin, How beautiful is the rain! "How can I tell," Sir Edward said I 307 How changed is here each spot man makes or VI 86 How delicious is the winning. III 165 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways PART PAGE How many times do I love thee, dear? How near to good is what is fair! How peacefully the broad and golden moon How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth Hues of the rich unfolding morn I had a dream, which was not all a dream I have had playmates, I have had companions I heard men saying, Leave hope and praying. I like a church; I like a cowl; I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone 133 I know that all beneath the moon decays IV 119 A I mourn no more my vanished years: I'm home's heart! Warmth I give and light I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary I'm wearin' awa', John I must go down to the seas again I never gave a lock of hair away I played a soft and doleful air I remember, I remember. I saw a Sower walking slow 283 I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he I stood on the bridge at midnight I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.. IV 278 I thank all who have loved me in their hearts I think it is over, over I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! If all the world and love were young If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange |