INDEX
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
| PAGE | |
| A cottage built of native stone | 272 |
| Again with pleasant green | 61 |
| All women born | 40 |
| An effigy of brass | 262 |
| Angel spirits of sleep | 145 |
| A poppy grows upon the shore | 26 |
| Ariel, O,—my angel, my own | 165 |
| A song of my heart | 191 |
| Assemble, all ye maidens | 34 |
| Awake, my heart, to be loved | 113 |
| A winter’s night with the snow about | 101 |
| Beautiful must be the mountains | 189 |
| Because thou canst not see | 93 |
| Behold! the radiant Spring | 66 |
| Beneath the wattled bank | 223 |
| Betwixt two billows | 169 |
| Bright, my belovèd, be thy day | 287 |
| Christ and his Mother | 194 |
| Clear and gentle stream | 9 |
| Cold is the winter day | 183 |
| Crown Winter with green | 160 |
| Dear lady, when thou frownest | 22 |
| Fire of heaven, whose starry arrow | 143 |
| Flame-throated robin | 185 |
| Gay Robin is seen no more | 131 |
| Hark! the world is full | 289 |
| Hark to the merry birds | 128 |
| Haste on, my joys | 95 |
| His poisoned shafts | 38 |
| How well my eyes | 227 |
| I climb the mossy bank | 237 |
| I found to-day out walking | 25 |
| I have loved flowers that fade | 80 |
| I have sown upon the fields | 267 |
| I heard a linnet courting | 20 |
| I know not how I came | 50 |
| I love all beauteous things | 123 |
| I love my lady’s eyes | 115 |
| I made another song | 32 |
| I never shall love the snow again | 187 |
| In the golden glade | 201 |
| In this May-month | 181 |
| I praise the tender flower | 99 |
| I saw the Virgin-mother | 48 |
| I stand on the cliff | 89 |
| I will not let thee go | 23 |
| I wish’d to sing thy grace | 258 |
| Joy, sweetest lifeborn joy | 108 |
| Let praise devote thy work | 160 |
| Let us, as by this verdant bank | 57 |
| Long are the hours the sun is above | 28 |
| Look down the river | 218 |
| Look! look! the spring is come | 203 |
| Love not too much | 172 |
| Love on my heart from heaven fell | 137 |
| Man hath with man | 211 |
| My bed and pillow are cold | 103 |
| My delight and thy delight | 241 |
| My eyes for beauty pine | 134 |
| My spirit kisseth thine | 163 |
| My spirit sang all day | 124 |
| Now all the windows | 243 |
| Now thin mists temper | 175 |
| O bold majestic downs | 59 |
| O golden Sun, whose ray | 77 |
| O Love, I complain | 232 |
| O Love, my muse | 135 |
| O my vague desires | 85 |
| O thou unfaithful | 104 |
| O youth whose hope is high | 119 |
| Perfect little body | 91 |
| Poor withered rose | 14 |
| Riding adown the country lanes | 247 |
| Sad, sombre place | 71 |
| Say who is this with silvered hair | 158 |
| See, whirling snow | 180 |
| Sense with keenest edge unusèd | 249 |
| Since thou, O fondest and truest | 117 |
| Since to be loved endures | 174 |
| Since we loved | 256 |
| Sometimes when my lady sits by me | 27 |
| So sweet love seemed | 178 |
| Spirit of grace and beauty | 265 |
| Spring goeth all in white | 133 |
| The birds that sing on autumn eves | 150 |
| The cliff-top has a carpet | 16 |
| The clouds have left the sky | 127 |
| The day begins to droop | 254 |
| The evening darkens over | 118 |
| The full moon from her cloudless skies | 112 |
| The green corn waving in the dale | 139 |
| The hill pines were sighing | 138 |
| The idle life I lead | 144 |
| The lonely season | 251 |
| The north wind came up | 198 |
| The pinks along my garden walks | 142 |
| The saddest place | 275 |
| The south wind rose | 234 |
| There is a hill | 53 |
| There was no lad handsomer | 205 |
| The sea keeps not | 245 |
| The snow lies sprinkled on the beach | 161 |
| The storm is over | 154 |
| The summer trees are tempest-torn | 149 |
| The upper skies are palest blue | 126 |
| The wood is bare | 12 |
| Thou didst delight my eyes | 106 |
| To my love I whisper | 239 |
| Voyaging northwards | 282 |
| Wanton with long delay | 130 |
| Weep not to-day | 207 |
| We left the city when the summer day | 96 |
| What is sweeter than new-mown hay | 147 |
| What voice of gladness | 179 |
| When Death to either shall come | 257 |
| When first we met | 39 |
| When June is come | 141 |
| When men were all asleep | 87 |
| When my love was away | 152 |
| Wherefore to-night so full of care | 75 |
| Whither, O splendid ship | 46 |
| Who has not walked upon the shore | 30 |
| Why art thou sad | 259 |
| Why hast thou nothing | 260 |
| Will Love again awake | 43 |
| Ye thrilled me once | 157 |
Transcriber's Notes
Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected. Variations in hyphenation, spelling, accents and punctuation remain unchanged except where in conflict with the index.