Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! | The Isles of Greece, the Isles of
125.

Say not the struggle nought avail-
eth, 308.

Greece! 213.

The keener tempests come; and
fuming dun 116.

The King had deem'd the maiden
bright 186.

The King was on his throne, 210.

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
167.
She dwelt among the untrodden The lost days of my life until to-

day, 319.

ways 175.
She fell asleep on Christmas Eve, The merchant, to secure his treas-
317.
ure, 105.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more! The sea is calm to-night, 309.
63.

Since there's no help, come let us

kiss and part! 53.

St. Agnes' Eve - Ah, bitter chill it

was! 262.

Stern Daughter of the Voice of
God! 176.

Sunset and evening star, 342.
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of
the plain, 133.

The seas are quiet when the winds
give o'er! 73.

The soote season, that bud and
bloom forth brings, 36.

The splendor falls on castle walls
326.

The wild winds weep, 150.

The world is too much with us:
late and soon, 185.

The year's at the spring 284.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so There was a time when meadow,

Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, To-night the winds begin to rise,

That's my last Duchess painted on Under the greenwood tree 62.

the wall, 286.

That time of year thou mayst in We are na fou, we're nae that fou,
me behold 59.

166.

The Assyrian came down like the We were two pretty babes, the
wolf on the fold, 212.
youngest she, 205.

The blessed damozel leaned out, Weary of myself and sick of ask-
312.

ing 311.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r,

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous When to the sessions of sweet si-
beastie, 152.
lent thought 58.
Whan that Aprille with his shoures Where lies the land to which the
sote 12.
ship would go? 308.
What was he doing, the great God Where the bee sucks, there suck I :
Pan, 282.
66.

When Britain first, at Heaven's Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
command, 118.
90.

When I consider how my light is 'Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?

spent 89.

When icicles hang by the wall, 61.
When in disgrace with fortune and
men's eyes, 58.

When love with unconfinèd wings,
98.

When lovely Woman stoops to
folly, 145.

193.

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I
begun, 70.

With blackest moss the flower-pots,

322.

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou
climbs't the skies! 52.

When our two souls stand up erect Ye Clouds! that far above me float

and strong, 281.

and pause, 197.

once more, 83.

When shawes beene sheene, and Yet once more, O ye laurels, and
shradds full fayre, 26.

When the hounds of spring are on Your hands lie open in the long
winter's traces, 320.

fresh grass,-

-

319.