A fool, a fool!—I met a fool, 48.

A land of streams, 240.

Alas! my noble boy! 95.

Among the exploits of marvelous, 152.

And as a hungry lion, 79.

And do you now put on your best attire, 140.

And now go bring your sharpest torments, 110.

And the evening star was shining, 87.

And the old Tartar came upon the sand, 185.

And thus King Priam supplicating, 165.

And you,—you who are, 152.

Antonio, I am married to a wife, 44.

Arise, shine; for thy light is come, 110.

As thro’ the land at eve we went, 200.

As when a boar or lion, 164.

As when some hunter in the spring, 203.

At Atri in Abruzzo, 78, 154.

At Flores in the Azores, 284.

At the moment when death, 38.

Awake, my soul! Not only passive praise, 87.


Before a quarter pole was pass’d, 24.

Blessings on thee, little man, 175.

Blow trumpet, for the world, 201.

Blow winds, and crack your cheeks! 94, 242.

Bury the great Duke, 87.

But in the gloom they fought, 107.

But Rustum eyed askance the kneeling youth, 201.

But when public taste, 79.

But when the gray dawn stole into his tent, 28.


Did your letters pierce, 188.


Ferood, and ye, Persians and Tartars, hear! 162.

Figure to yourself a cataract, 22.

For even then, Sir, even before, 112.

Fresh as the flower, whose modest worth, 153.


Gloriously, Max! gloriously! 28.

Great have thy sufferings been, 166.

Gusty and raw was the morning, 193.


Half a league, half a league, 236.

Haste thee, nymph, 48, 239.

Hear the sledges with the bells, 98.

Hector, thou almost ever chidest me, 164.

Here are old trees, 239.

He spoke, and Sohrab kindled, 202.

He spoke; but Rustum gazed, 162.

Him the Almighty power, 242.

Ho! gallant nobles of the League, 112.

However as the sun baked, 151.

How lovely are thy dwellings fair! 23.

How now, Tubal! 205.

How the robin feeds her young, 176.


I can not tell what you and other men, 180.

I come, I come ye have called, 239.

If there be three in all your company, 207.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now, 162.

I had a dream, 47.

I know that virtue to be in you, 217.

In 1815 M. Charles Myriel, 58.

In his early manhood, 153.

In the furrowed land, 134.

I sprang to the stirrup, 232.

It is but a legend, I know, 47.

It is but change, Titinius, 144.

It is my purpose, therefore, 155.


Lars Porsena of Clusium, 266.

Lead out the pageant; sad and slow, 30.

Let me play the fool, 97.

Look! look! that livid flash! 240.


Meanwhile King Robert yielded to his fate, 44.

Messer Bernado del Nero was as inexorable, 37.

Most of all, fellow citizens, 85.

Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, 179.

Mr. Speaker: The mingled tones of sorrow, 21.

My good blade carves the casques of men, 210.


Nay, curs’d be thou, 35.

Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic Sea, 94.

Next morning, waking with the day’s first beam, 219.

No one venerates the Peerage more than I do, 153.


Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit, 32.

Often have I swept backward, in imagination, 21.

Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, 254.

O, my offense is rank, 95.

Once more into the breach, dear friends, 50.

On Linden, when the sun was low, 170.

On the Mountains of the Prairie, 257.

O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, 216.

O, sing unto the Lord a new song, 112.

Over his keys the musing organist, 46.

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I, 53.


Reputation, reputation, reputation! 181.


Sea-kings’ daughter from over the sea, 51.

Search creation round, 21.

See what a grace was seated, 86.

Sheltered by the verdant shores, 207.

She mounts her chariot with a trice, 97.

Sir, the gentleman inquires, 160.

Some of the softening effects, 37.

Soon after William H. Harrison’s nomination, 31.

Speak the speech, I pray you, 91.

Sweet and low, 200.


That you do love me, I am nothing jealous, 146.

That you have wronged me, 284.

The armaments which thunderstrike, 108.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, 189, 231.

The empire of Blefuscu, 134.

The father came on deck, 175.

The Lord reigneth, 111.

The name and memory of Washington, 28.

Then he departed with them o’er the sea, 210.

Then it was that Jo, 151.

Then methought I heard a mellow sound, 25.

Then sing, ye birds, 241.

There’s a rogue at play in my sunlit room, 123.

The trumpet, the gallop, the charge, 164.

This too, thou know’st, 163.

Three quarters round your partners swing, 157.

Thou kingly Spirit, 111.

Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State, 86.

To be, or not to be, 52.

To whom replied King Arthur, 243.


Up from the meadows rich with corn, 71.


Venerable men! you have come down to us, 89.

Vengeance! plague! death! confusion! 161.


Whatever Lionel had said to his wife, 37.

What lesson shall those lips teach us, 89.

When a wind from the lands, 222.

Wherefore rejoice? What conquest, 26, 213.

Where sweeps round the mountains, 49.

While the Union lasts, 78.

Wrapped in a maze of thought, 22.


Yet his means are in supposition, 30.

Ye, who sometimes, in your rambles, 132.

You Heavens, give me patience, 96.

You think me a fanatic to-night, 22.