A Chieftain to the Highlands bound —Page 211
A child’s a plaything for an hour —Page 270
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by —Page 305
A slumber did my spirit seal —Page 210
A sweet disorder in the dress —Page 95
A weary lot is thine, fair maid —Page 225
A wet sheet and a flowing sea —Page 235
Absence, hear thou this protestation —Page 8
Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit —Page 86
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh —Page 217
All in the Downs the fleet was moor’d —Page 149
All thoughts, all passions, all delights —Page 199
And are ye sure the news is true —Page 181
And is this—Yarrow?—This the Stream —Page 297
And thou art dead, as young and fair —Page 231
And wilt thou leave me thus —Page 26
Ariel to Miranda:—Take —Page 288
Art thou pale for weariness —Page 305
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers —Page 50
As it fell upon a day —Page 27
As I was walking all alane —Page 107
As slow our ship her foamy track —Page 251
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears —Page 288
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly —Page 230
Avenge, O Lord! Thy slaughter’d saints, whose bones —Page 64
Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake —Page 157
Awake, awake, my Lyre —Page 101
Bards of Passion and of Mirth —Page 197
Beauty sat bathing by a spring —Page 13
Behold her, single in the field —Page 287
Being your slave, what should I do but tend —Page 9
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed —Page 277
Best and brightest, come away —Page 299
Bid me to live, and I will live —Page 97
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven’s joy —Page 125
Blow, blow, thou winter wind —Page 34
Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art —Page 228
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren —Page 41
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air —Page 45
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms —Page 75
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the Sable Night —Page 28
Come away, come away, Death —Page 38
Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me —Page 51
Come little babe, come silly soul —Page 35
Come live with me and be my Love —Page 5
Come, Sleep: O Sleep! the certain knot of peace —Page 24
Come unto these yellow sands —Page 2
Crabbed Age and Youth —Page 6
Cupid and my Campaspe play’d —Page 44
Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench —Page 80
Daughter of Jove, relentless power —Page 188
Daughter to that good Earl, once President —Page 89
Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy lord —Page 283
Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move —Page 54
Down in yon garden sweet and gay —Page 147
Drink to me only with thine eyes —Page 92
Duncan Gray cam here to woo —Page 180
Earl March look’d on his dying child —Page 228
Earth has not anything to show more fair —Page 281
E’en like two little bank-dividing brooks —Page 96
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind —Page 240
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky —Page 273
Ever let the Fancy roam —Page 310
Fain would I change that note —Page 6
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see —Page 111
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree —Page 110
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing —Page 25
Fear no more the heat o’ the sun —Page 40
Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new —Page 22
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow —Page 30
For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove —Page 155
Forget not yet the tried intent —Page 18
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year —Page 339
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony —Page 63
From Stirling Castle we had seen —Page 295
Full fathom five thy father lies —Page 40
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may —Page 87
Gem of the crimson-colour’d Even —Page 218
Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn —Page 93
Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine —Page 152
Go, lovely Rose —Page 91
Hail thou most sacred venerable thing —Page 128
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit —Page 274
Happy the man, whose wish and care —Page 136
Happy those early days, when I —Page 78
Happy were he could finish forth his fate —Page 55
He that loves a rosy cheek —Page 90
He is gone on the mountain —Page 264
Hence, all you vain delights —Page 103
Hence, loathéd Melancholy —Page 116
Hence, vain deluding Joys —Page 120
He sang of God, the mighty source —Page 164
High-way, since you my chief Parnassus be —Page 9
How happy is he born and taught —Page 76
How like a winter hath my absence been —Page 10
How sleep the brave who sink to rest —Page 144
How sweet the answer Echo makes —Page 217
How vainly men themselves amaze —Page 113
I am monarch of all I survey —Page 190
I arise from dreams of Thee —Page 205
I cannot change, as others do —Page 87
I dream’d that as I wander’d by the way —Page 307
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden —Page 208
I have had playmates, I have had companions —Page 250
I have no name —Page 165
I heard a thousand blended notes —Page 312
I meet thy pensive, moonlight face —Page 211
I met a traveller from an antique land —Page 282
I remember, I remember —Page 254
I saw Eternity the other night —Page 129
I saw her in childhood —Page 265
I saw my lady weep —Page 19
I saw where in the shroud did lurk —Page 268
I travell’d among unknown men —Page 208
I wander’d lonely as a cloud —Page 291
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile —Page 327
I wish I were where Helen lies —Page 106
If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song —Page 170
If doughty deeds my lady please —Page 153
If I had thought thou couldst have died —Page 263
If Thou survive my well-contented day —Page 41
If to be absent were to be —Page 100
I’m wearing awa’, Jean —Page 184
In a drear-nighted December —Page 222
In the downhill of life, when I find I’m declining —Page 195
In the sweet shire of Cardigan —Page 248
In this still place, remote from men —Page 329
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan —Page 308
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free —Page 303
It is not growing like a tree —Page 77
It was a dismal and a fearful night —Page 108
It was a lover and his lass —Page 8
It was a summer evening —Page 244
I’ve heard them lilting at our ewe-milking —Page 145
Jack and Joan, they think no ill —Page 115
John Anderson my jo, John —Page 185
Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting —Page 43
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son —Page 79
Let me not to the marriage of true minds —Page 20
Life! I know not what thou art —Page 196
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore —Page 25
Like to the clear in highest sphere —Page 12
Love in my bosom, like a bee —Page 43
Love in thy youth, fair Maid, be wise —Page 90
Love not me for comely grace —Page 98
Lo! where the rosy-bosom’d Hours —Page 166
Many a green isle needs must be —Page 320
Mary! I want a lyre with other strings —Page 191
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour —Page 242
Mine be a cot beside the hill —Page 169
Mortality, behold and fear —Page 73
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes —Page 309
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold —Page 199
Music, when soft voices die —Page 346
My days among the Dead are past —Page 257
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains —Page 279
My heart leaps up when I behold —Page 341
My Love in her attire doth shew her wit —Page 96
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow —Page 39
My thoughts hold mortal strife —Page 38
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his —Page 20
Never love unless you can —Page 16
Never seek to tell thy love —Page 156
No longer mourn for me when I am dead —Page 42
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note —Page 247
Not, Celia, that I juster am —Page 98
Now the golden Morn aloft —Page 133
Now the last day of many days —Page 301
O blithe new-comer! I have heard —Page 278
O Brignall banks are wild and fair —Page 203
O Friend! I know not which way I must look —Page 242
O happy shades! to me unblest —Page 188
O if thou knew’st how thou thyself dost harm —Page 18
O leave this barren spot to me —Page 283
O listen, listen, ladies gay —Page 266
O lovers’ eyes are sharp to see —Page 227
O Mary, at thy window be —Page 175
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head —Page 31
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming —Page 22
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose —Page 177
O never say that I was false of heart —Page 11
O saw ye bonnie Lesley —Page 176
O say what is that thing call’d Light —Page 136
O talk not to me of a name great in story —Page 202
O Thou, by Nature taught —Page 134
O waly waly up the bank —Page 104
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms —Page 224
O wild West Wind, thou breath Of Autumn’s being —Page 325
O World! O Life! O Time —Page 340
Obscurest night involved the sky —Page 193
Of all the girls that are so smart —Page 151
Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw —Page 183
Of Nelson and the North —Page 237
Of Neptune’s empire let us sing —Page 80
Of this fair volume which we World do name —Page 53
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray —Page 213
Oft in the stilly night —Page 255
Oh snatch’d away in beauty’s bloom —Page 262
On a day, alack the day —Page 17
On a Poet’s lips I slept —Page 329
Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee —Page 241
One more Unfortunate —Page 259
One word is too often profaned —Page 233
On Linden, when the sun was low —Page 243
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower’d —Page 306
Over the mountains —Page 84
Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day —Page 45
Phoebus, arise —Page 2
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu —Page 233
Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth —Page 52
Proud Maisie is in the wood —Page 258
Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair —Page 81
Rough Wind, that moanest loud —Page 339
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King —Page 140
Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness —Page 293
See with what simplicity —Page 85
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day —Page 15
Shall I, wasting in despair —Page 102
She dwelt among the untrodden ways —Page 208
She is not fair to outward view —Page 207
She walks in beauty, like the night —Page 206
She was a Phantom of delight —Page 206
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea —Page 4
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part —Page 30
Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me —Page 31
Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile —Page 154
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright —Page 165
Souls of Poets dead and gone —Page 257
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king —Page 1
Star that bringest home the bee —Page 304
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God —Page 239
Surprized by joy—impatient as the wind —Page 230
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes —Page 90
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower —Page 285
Sweet Love, if thou wilt gain a monarch’s glory —Page 14
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade —Page 154
Swiftly walk over the western wave —Page 219
Take, O take those lips away —Page 29
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense —Page 331
Tell me not, Sweet, I an unkind —Page 88
Tell me where is Fancy bred —Page 42
That time of year thou may’st in me behold —Page 23
That which her slender waist confined —Page 96
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day —Page 172
The forward youth that would appear —Page 65
The fountains mingle with the river —Page 216
The glories of our blood and state —Page 74
The last and greatest Herald of Heaven’s King —Page 55
The lovely lass o’ Inverness —Page 144
The man of life upright —Page 52
The merchant, to secure his treasure —Page 155
The more we live, more brief appear —Page 338
The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth —Page 28
The poplars are fell’d; farewell to the shade —Page 167
There be none of Beauty’s daughters —Page 204
There is a flower, the lesser Celandine —Page 253
There is a garden in her face —Page 92
There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away —Page 252
There’s not a nook within this solemn Pass —Page 340
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream —Page 341
The sea hath many thousand sands —Page 33
The sun is warm, the sky is clear —Page 256
The sun upon the lake is low —Page 304
The twentieth year is well-nigh past —Page 192
The world is too much with us; late and soon —Page 330
They are all gone into the world of light —Page 109
They that have power to hurt, and will do none —Page 26
This is the month, and this the happy morn —Page 56
This Life, which seems so fair —Page 51
Though others may her brow adore —Page 21
Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white —Page 34
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness —Page 331
Three years she grew in sun and shower —Page 209
Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream —Page 146
Timely blossom, Infant fair —Page 138
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry —Page 54
Toll for the Brave —Page 148
To me, fair Friend, you never can be old —Page 11
To one who has been long in city pent —Page 282
Turn back, you wanton flyer —Page 16
‘Twas at the royal feast for Persia won —Page 129
‘Twas on a lofty vase’s side —Page 137
Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea —Page 241
Under the greenwood tree —Page 7
Upon my lap my sovereign sits —Page 105
Verse, a breeze ‘mid blossoms straying —Page 333
Victorious men of earth, no more —Page 74
Waken, lords and ladies gay —Page 272
Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie —Page 168
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee —Page 37
Weep you no more, sad fountains —Page 14
Were I as base as is the lowly plain —Page 21
We talk’d with open heart, and tongue —Page 336
We walk’d along, while bright and red —Page 334
We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night —Page 265
Whenas in silks my Julia goes —Page 95
When Britain first at Heaven’s command —Page 139
When first the fiery-mantled Sun —Page 294
When God at first made Man —Page 78
When he who adores thee has left but the name —Page 246
When icicles hang by the wall —Page 23
When I consider how my light is spent —Page 76
When I have borne in memory what has tamed —Page 243
When I have fears that I may cease to be —Page 229
When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced —Page 4
When I survey the bright —Page 126
When I think on the happy days —Page 182
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes —Page 10
When in the chronicle of wasted time —Page 15
When lovely woman stoops to folly —Page 156
When Love with unconfinéd wings —Page 99
When maidens such as Hester die —Page 262
When Music, heavenly maid, was young —Page 161
When Ruth was left half desolate —Page 313
When the lamp is shatter’d —Page 226
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame —Page 178
When thou must home to shades of underground —Page 37
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought —Page 24
When we two parted —Page 221
Where art thou, my beloved Son —Page 270
Where shall the lover rest —Page 222
Where the bee sucks, there suck I —Page 2
Where the remote Bermudas ride —Page 124
Whether on Ida’s shady brow —Page 197
While that the sun with his beams hot —Page 32
Whoe’er she be —Page 82
Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant —Page 220
Why so pale and wan, fond lover —Page 100
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie —Page 215
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb’st the skies —Page 36
With little here to do or see —Page 291
With sweetest milk and sugar first —Page 112
Ye banks and braes and streams around —Page 177
Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon —Page 157
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers —Page 185
Ye Mariners of England —Page 235
Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye —Page 284
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more —Page 68
You meaner beauties of the night —Page 88