INDEX TO FIRST LINES OF SHORTER POEMS.

NEW UNIFORM EDITION.

A certain neighbour lying sick to death xvi. 19
A Rabbi told me: On the day allowed xv. 146
Ah, but how each loved each, Marquis! xv. 188
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain vi. 190
Ah, Love, but a day vii. 45
All I believed is true! v. 28
All I can say is—I saw it! xiv. 58
All June I bound the rose in sheaves vi. 159
All's over, then: does truth sound bitter vi. 43
All that I know vi. 125
Among these latter busts we count by scores v. 175
And so you found that poor room dull xiv. 70
"And what might that bold man's announcement be" xvi. 24
Anyhow, once full Dervish, youngsters came xvi. 12
As I ride, as I ride vi. 13
"As like as a Hand to another Hand!" vii. 62
"Ay, but, Ferishtah,"—a disciple smirked xvi. 58

Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! vi. 51
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! vi. 6
But do not let us quarrel any more iv. 221
But give them me, the mouth, the eyes, the brow! vii. 170

Christ God who savest man, save most v. 11
Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles) iv. 279
Could I but live again xiv. 51

Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave vi. 187
Dear, had the world in its caprice vi. 168
Dervish—(though yet un-dervished, call him so xvi. 6

Escape me? vi. 171

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat vii. 168
Fee, faw, fum! bubble and squeak! v. 167
First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock! xv. 17
Flower—I never fancied, jewel—I profess you! xiv. 60
Fortù, Fortù, my beloved one v. 54

Going his rounds one day in Ispahan xvi. 9
Grand rough old Martin Luther v. 90
Grow old along with me! vii. 109
Gr-r-r—there go, my heart's abhorrence! vi. 26

Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare vi. 66
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick v. 102
"Heigho!" yawned one day King Francis v. 36
Here is a story shall stir you! Stand up, Greeks dead and gone xv. 85
Here is a thing that happened. Like wild beasts whelped, for den xv. 26
Here's my case. Of old I used to love him xiv. 54
Here's the garden she walked across vi. 19
Here was I with my arm and heart vii. 94
High in the dome, suspended, of Hell, sad triumph, behold us! xv. 199
Hist, but a word, fair and soft! vi. 196
How of his fate, the Pilgrims' soldier-guide xvi. 40
How very hard it is to be v. 264
How well I know what I mean to do vi. 126

I and Clive were friends—and why not? Friends! I think you laugh, my lad xv. 88
I am a goddess of the ambrosial courts iv. 181
I am indeed the personage you know xiv. 86
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! iv. 205
I could have painted pictures like that youth's iv. 202
I dream of a red-rose tree vi. 180
I know a Mount, the gracious Sun perceives iv. 294
I leaned on the turf vii. 54
I—"Next Poet?" No, my hearties xiv. 31
I only knew one poet in my life iv. 176
I said—Then, dearest, since 't is so v. 96
I send my heart up to thee, all my heart v. 66
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he vi. 9
I've a Friend, over the sea v. 44
I will be quiet and talk with you vii. 51
I wish that when you died last May vii. 165
I wonder do you feel to-day vi. 150
If a stranger passed the tent of Hóseyn, he cried "A churl's!" xv. 108
If one could have that little head of hers vii. 176
Is all our fire of shipwreck wood vii. 47
It is a lie—their Priests, their Pope vi. 34
It once might have been, once only vii. 171
It was roses, roses, all the way v. 6

June was not over vi. 161
Just for a handful of silver he left us vi. 7

Karshish, the picker up of learning's crumbs iv. 186
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King vi. 3
King Charles, and who'll do him right now? vi. 5
"Knowledged deposed, then!"—groaned whom that most grieved xvi. 62

Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far vi. 183
Let's contend no more, Love vi. 48
Let us begin and carry up this corps v. 154
"Look, I strew beans" xvi. 69

May I print, Shelley, how it came to pass xiv. 104
Morning, evening, noon and night v. 19
Moses the Meek was thirty cubits high xv. 254
My first thought was, he lied in every word v. 194
My grandfather says he remembers he saw, when a youngster long ago xv. 3
My heart sank with our claret-flask vi. 16
My love, this is the bitterest, that thou vi. 142

Nay but you, who do not love her vi. 47
Never any more vi. 175
Never the time and the place xv. 256
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away vi. 97
"No boy, we must not"—so began xiv. 117
No, for I'll save it! Seven years since vii. 246
No more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk iv. 238
No protesting, dearest! xiv. 71
Now, don't, sir! Don't expose me! Just this once! vii. 182
Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly vi. 30

O the old wall here! How I could pass xiv. 3
O worthy of belief I hold it was xv. 159
Of the million or two, more or less v. 24
Oh but is it not hard, Dear? xv. 195
Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! vi. 72
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth vii. 61
Oh, Love—no, Love! All the noise below, Love xvi. 90
Oh, the beautiful girl, too white vii. 69
Oh, to be in England vi. 95
Oh, what a dawn of day! vi. 58
On the first of the Feast of Feasts vii. 250
On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety two xiv. 77
One day it thundered and lightened xv. 197
Only the prism's obstruction shows aright vii. 167
Out of the little chapel I burst v. 209
Over the ball of it xiv. 49

Petrus Aponensis—there was a magician! xv. 117
Plague take all your pedants, say I! vi. 22
Pray, Reader, have you eaten ortolans xvi. 3

Query: was ever a quainter xiv. 5
Quoth an inquirer, "Praise the Merciful!" xvi. 32
Quoth one: "Sir, solve a scruple! No true sage xvi. 47

Room after room vi. 170
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea vi. 46

Said Abner, "At last that art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak vi. 98
See, as the prettiest graves will do in time vi. 45
Shall I sonnet-sing you about myself? xiv. 39
She should never have looked at me vi. 39
Sing me a hero! Quench my thirst xv. 57
So far as our story approaches the end v. 92
So, friend, your shop was all your house! xiv. 42
So, I shall see her in three days vi. 172
Solomon King of the Jews and the Queen of Sheba Balkis xv. 182
Some people hang portraits up vii. 178
Stand still, true poet that you are! vi. 192
Still ailing, Wind? Wilt be appeased or no? vii. 56
Still you stand, still you listen, still you smile! xiv. 63
Stop, let me have the truth of that! vii. 85
Stop playing, poet! May a brother speak? iv. 173
Suppose that we part (work done, comes play) xv. 258
[Supposed of Pamphylax the Antiochene vii. 120

Take the cloak from his face, and at first vi. 186
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers vi. 163
That second time they hunted me v. 47
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall v. 8
That was I, you heard last night vi. 155
The grey sea and the long black land vi. 46
The Lord, we look to once for all v. 161
The morn when first it thunders in March vi. 77
"The poets pour us wine—" xiv. 141
The rain set early in to-night v. 191
The swallow has set her six young on the rail vii. 4
There is nothing to remember in me vii.
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well v. 178
There's heaven above, and night by night iv. 199
There they are, my fifty men and women iv. 296
"They tell me, your carpenters," quoth I to my friend the Russ xv. 32
This is a spray the Bird clung to vi. 154
This now, this other story makes amends xv. 209
Touch him ne'er so lightly, into song he broke xv. 164
'Twas Bedford Special Assize, one Daft Midsummer's Day xv. 60

Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! iv. 232

Wanting is—what? xv. 167
We were two lovers; let me lie by her xiv. 61
What, I disturb thee at thy morning-meal xvi. 53
What is he buzzing in my ears? vii. 162
What's become of Waring v. 78
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles vi. 54
'Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best vii. 149
Will you hear my story also xv. 169
Would it were I had been false, not you! vii. 78
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build vii. 101

"You are sick, that's sure"—they say xv. 83
You know, we French stormed Ratisbon v. 3
Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees vi. 92
You're my friend v. 116

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