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| A Highland inn among the western hills | 384 |
| A youth and maid upon a summer night | 352 |
| A youth was I. An elder friend with me | 325 |
| Across the sea, along the shore | 94 |
| Ah, blame him not because he’s gay! | 431 |
| Am I with you, or you with me? | 410 |
| And replying, said godlike, swift-footed Achilles | 418 |
| As, at a railway junction, men | 35 |
| As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay | 38 |
| Away, haunt thou not me | 11 |
| Beside me,—in the car,—she sat | 260 |
| Blessed are those who have not seen | 90 |
| Bright October was come, the misty-bright October | 236 |
| But a revulsion again came over the spirit of Elspie | 245 |
| But if as not by that the soul desired | 321 |
| But that from slow dissolving pomps of dawn | 430 |
| But whether in the uncoloured light of truth | 320 |
| Cease, empty Faith, the Spectrum saith | 89 |
| Come back again, my olden heart! | 8 |
| Come back, come back, behold with straining mast | 404 |
| Come home, come home! and where is home for me | 403 |
| Come, Poet, come! | 427 |
| Dance on, dance on, we see, we see | 432 |
| Dear Eustatio, I write that you may write me an answer | 269 |
| Dearest of boys, please come to-day | 329 |
| Diogenes by his tub, contenting himself with the sunshine | 442 |
| Duty—that’s to say, complying | 181 |
| Each for himself is still the rule | 183 |
| Eastward, or Northward, or West? I wander and ask as I wander | 305 |
| Edward and Jane a married couple were | 374 |
| Farewell, farewell! Her vans the vessel tries | 401 |
| Farewell, my Highland lassie! when the year returns around | 29 |
| For she confessed, as they sat in the dusk, and he saw not her blushes | 239 |
| From thy far sources, ’mid mountains airily climbing | 422 |
| Go, foolish thoughts, and join the throng | 436 |
| Goddess, the anger sing of the Pelean Achilles | 417 |
| Green fields of England! wheresoe’er | 404 |
| Hearken to me, ye mothers of my tent | 69 |
| Here am I yet, another twelvemonth spent | 12 |
| Hope evermore and believe, O man, for e’en as thy thought | 188 |
| How in God’s name did Columbus get over | 437 |
| How often sit I, poring o’er | 14 |
| I dreamed a dream: I dreamt that I espied | 96 |
| I have seen higher, holier things than these | 19 |
| I saw again the spirits on a day | 186 |
| I stayed at La Quenille, ten miles or more | 361 |
| If it is thou whose casual hand withdraws | 321 |
| If that we thus are guilty doth appear | 434 |
| If, when in cheerless wanderings, dull and cold | 20 |
| In controversial foul impureness | 93 |
| Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages | 280 |
| Is it this, then, O world-warrior | 448 |
| Is it true, ye gods, who treat us | 39 |
| It fortifies my soul to know | 90 |
| It is not sweet content, be sure | 430 |
| It may be true | 91 |
| It was but some few nights ago | 3 |
| It was the afternoon; and the sports were now at the ending | 201 |
| I’ve often wondered how it is, at times | 371 |
| Light words they were, and lightly, falsely said | 34 |
| Like a child | 14 |
| Lips, lips, open! | 440 |
| Lo, here is God, and there is God! | 81 |
| Matthew and Mark and Luke and holy John | 95 |
| Morn, in yellow and white, came broadening out from the mountains | 207 |
| My beloved, is it nothing | 443 |
| My sons, and ye children of my sons | 74 |
| My wind is turned to bitter north | 18 |
| O God! O God! and must I still go on | 171 |
| O happy mother!—while the man wayworn | 439 |
| O happy they whose hearts receive | 189 |
| O kind protecting Darkness! as a child | 15 |
| O let me love my love unto myself alone | 87 |
| O only Source of all our light and life | 85 |
| O richly soiled and richly sunned | 446 |
| O ship, ship, ship | 413 |
| O stream descending to the sea | 196 |
| O tell me, friends, while yet we part | 36 |
| O Thou whose image in the shrine | 86 |
| Oh, the beautiful child! and oh, the most happy mother! | 442 |
| ‘Old things need not be therefore true’ | 93 |
| On grass, on gravel, in the sun | 260 |
| On the mountain, in the woodland | 31 |
| Once more the wonted road I tread | 16 |
| Or shall I say, Vain word, false thought | 452 |
| Over a mountain slope with lentisk, and with abounding | 423 |
| Over every hill | 441 |
| Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits | 269 |
| Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane | 197 |
| Roused by importunate knocks | 15 |
| Said the Poet, I wouldn’t maintain | 438 |
| Say not the struggle nought availeth | 452 |
| Say, will it, when our hairs are grey | 190 |
| Shall I decide it by a random shot? | 322 |
| Since that last evening we have fallen indeed! | 43 |
| Slumber and Sleep, two brothers appointed to serve the immortals | 441 |
| So I went wrong | 7 |
| So in the cottage with Adam the pupils five together | 232 |
| So in the golden morning they parted and went to the westward | 215 |
| So in the golden weather they waited. But Philip returned not | 224 |
| So in the sinful streets, abstracted and alone | 104 |
| So on the morrow’s morrow, with Term-time dread returning | 250 |
| So spake the voice: and as with a single life | 423 |
| Some future day when what is now is not | 406 |
| Sweet streamlet bason! at thy side | 10 |
| That children in their loveliness should die | 319 |
| That out of sight is out of mind | 409 |
| That there are better things within the womb | 319 |
| The grasses green of sweet content | 193 |
| The human spirits saw I on a day | 185 |
| The mighty ocean rolls and raves | 407 |
| The scene is different, and the place, the air | 109 |
| The Silver Wedding! on some pensive ear | 20 |
| The skies have sunk, and hid the upper snow | 259 |
| There is a city, upbuilt on the quays of the turbulent Arno | 309 |
| These are the words of Jacob’s wives, the words | 77 |
| Thou shalt have one God only; who | 184 |
| Though to the vilest things beneath the moon | 12 |
| Thought may well be ever ranging | 25 |
| Through the great sinful streets of Naples as I past | 100 |
| To see the rich autumnal tint depart | 320 |
| To spend uncounted years of pain | 91 |
| To think that men of former days | 428 |
| To wear out heart, and nerves, and brain | 182 |
| Trunks the forest yielded with gums ambrosial oozing | 422 |
| Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there | 6 |
| ’Twas on a sunny summer day | 5 |
| Upon the water, in the boat | 195 |
| Well, well,—Heaven bless you all from day to day! | 13 |
| Were I with you, or you with me | 411 |
| Were you with me, or I with you | 410 |
| Were you with me, or I with you | 412 |
| What voice did on my spirit fall | 450 |
| What we, when face to face we see | 92 |
| Whate’er you dream with doubt possest | 194 |
| When on the primal peaceful blank profound | 442 |
| When panting sighs the bosom fill | 26 |
| When soft September brings again | 10 |
| When the dews are earliest falling | 30 |
| Whence are ye, vague desires | 191 |
| Whence comest thou, shady lane? and why and how? | 8 |
| Where lies the land to which the ship would go? | 407 |
| Who is this man that walketh in the field | 72 |
| Who ne’er his bread with tears hath ate | 441 |
| Why should I say I see the things I see not? | 23 |
| Ye flags of Piccadilly | 402 |
| Yes, I have lied, and so must walk my way | 13 |
| Yet to the wondrous St. Peter’s, and yet to the solemn Rotonda | 293 |
| You complain of the woman for roving from one to another | 441 |
| Youth, that went, is come again | 434 |
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