INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A blessing on thy head, thou child of many hopes and fears, 502
A child beside a hamlet’s fount at play, 604
A child midst ancient mountains I have stood, 601
A deep-toned lyre hung murmuring, 478
A dim and mighty minster of old time, 574
A fearless journeyer o’er the mountain-snow, 603
A glorious voice hath ceased, 585
A lyre its plaintive sweetness pour’d, 559
A mighty and a mingled throng, 493
A monarch on his deathbed lay, 423
A mournful gift is mine, my friends, 483
A requiem, and for whom, 435
A song for Israel’s God! Spear, crest, and helm, 598
A song for the death-day of the brave, 425
A song was heard of old, a low sweet song, 535
A sound comes on the rising breeze, 561
A sound of music from amidst the hills, 415
A sound of woe in Salem! mournful cries, 98
A sounding step was heard by night, 476
A trumpet’s note is in the sky, in the glorious Roman sky, 479
A voice from Scio’s isle, 243
A voice from times departed yet floats thy hills among, 148
A voice of woe, a murmur of lament, 255
A wail was heard around the bed, the deathbed of the young, 350
A youth rode forth from his childhood’s home, 477
A youth went forth to exile, from a home, 351
Again, oh send that anthem-peal again, 557
Ah cease! these fruitless tears restrain, 49
All night the booming minute-gun, 373
AU the bright hues from Eastern garlands glowing, 601
Alone through gloomy forest-shades, 537
Along the star-lit Seine went music swelling, 404
Amidst the bitter tears that fall, 46
Amidst the peopled and the regal isle, 141
Amidst the thrilling leaves, thy voice, 495
Amidst those scenes, O pilgrim I seek’st thou Rome, 50
And come, ye faithful! round Messiah seen, 597
And is there glory from the heaven departed, 375
And is there sadness in thy dreams, my boy, 458
And shrink ye from the way, 430
And there they sleep, the men who stood, 251
And was thy home, pale wither’d thing, 245
And ye are strong to shelter: all meek things, 619
Another warning sound! The funeral bell, 187
Answer me, burning stars of night, 424
Answer, ye chiming waves, 511
Apropos of your illness, pray give, if you please, 139
Are ye for ever to your skies departed, 354
Arise! old Norway sends the word, 567
Art thou come from the far-off land at last, 501
As the tired voyager on stormy seas, 597
Ask’st thou my home? my pathway wouldst thou know, 364
Ave! now let prayer and music, 540
Away! though still thy sword is red, 293
Ay, warrior, arm! and wear thy plume, 490
Back then, once more to breast the waves of life, 629
Banners hung drooping from on high, 604
Bear them not from grassy dells, 556
Before the fiery sun, 242
Beings of brighter worlds, that rise at times, 114
Beside the streams of Babylon, in tears, 46
Bird of the greenwood, 556
Bird, that art singing on Ebro’s side, 540
Birds, joyous birds of the wandering wing, 434
Blessing and love be round thee still, fair boy, 520
Blessings be round it still, that gleaming fane, 603
Blessings, O Father! shower, 596
Brave spirit! mourn’d with fond regret, 55
Bride! upon thy marriage-day, 466
Brightly, brightly hast thou fled, 562
Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board, 362
Bring music! stir the brooding air, 554
Broods there some spirit here, 577
By a mountain-stream at rest, 566
By the blue waters, the restless ocean-waters, 627
By the dark stillness brooding in the sky, 607
By the dread and viewless powers, 145
By the mighty minster’s bell, 372
By the soft green light in the woody glade, 433
Call back your odours, lovely flowers, 551
Call it not loneliness to dwell, 210
Calm on the bosom of thy God, 357
Calm scenes of patriarch life! how long a power, 620
Chains on the cities, gloom in the air, 540
Chieftains, lead on! our hearts beat high, 58
Child! amidst the flowers at play, 377
Children of night, unfolding meekly, slowly, 551
Clad in all their brightest green, 1
Come away, elves! while the dew is sweet, 565
Come away! the child, where flowers are springing, 560
Come away! the sunny hours, 543
Come forth, and let us through our hearts receive, 621
Come from the woods with the citron flowers, 388
Come home! there is a sorrowing breath, 465
Come, let me make a sunny realm around thee, 504
Come near, ere yet the dust, 353
Come to me, dreams of heaven, 564
Come to me, gentle sleep, 567
Come to me, when my soul, 519
Come to me with your triumphs and your woes, 477
Come to the land of peace, 499
Come to the sunset tree, 494
Come to the woods, my boy, 592
Come, while in freshness and dew it lies, 367
Creature of air and light, 491
Crowning a flowery slope, it stood alone, 603
Dark chieftain of the heath and height, 506
Darkly the cloud of night comes rolling on, 558
Darkly thou glidest onward, 492
Daughter of the Italian heaven, 469
Day is past, 564
Deep, fiery clouds o’ercast the sky, 531
Divine Eliza! since the sapphire sky, 296
Doth thy heart stir within thee at the sight, 619
Down a broad river of the Western wilds, 402
Dreamer! and wouldst thou know, 498
Dream’st thou of heaven? What dreams are thine, 518
Droop not, my brothers! I hear a glad strain, 546
Eagle! this is not thy sphere, 480
Earth! guard what here we lay in holy trust, 356
Enjoy the sweets of life’s luxuriant May, 52
Exempt from every grief, ’twas mine to live, 47
Fair gratitude in strain sublime, 14
Fair images of sleep, 497
Fair Tajo, thou whose calmly-flowing tide, 44
Fair vision! thou’rt from sunny skies, 517
Fair wert thou in the dreams, 249
Fallen was the house of Giafar; and its name, 417
Far are the wings of intellect astray, 621
Far away! my home is far away, 558
Far from the rustlings of the poplar bough, 617
Far through the Delphian shades, 241
Farewell, beloved and mourn’d! we miss awhile, 520
Father! guide me; day declines, 579
Father in heaven, from whom the simplest flower, 621
Father of heaven and earth, 592
Father! that in the olive shade, 487
Faunus! who lov’st the flying nymphs to chase, 299
Fear was within the tossing bark, 355
Fearfully and mournfully, 382
Fill high the blue hirlas that shines like the wave, 146
Firm be thy soul, serene in power, 299
Fling forth the proud banner of Leon again, 539
Flow on! rejoice, make music, 543
Flow, Rio Verde, 539
Flower of starry clearness bright, 610
Flowers! when the Saviour’s calm benignant eye, 601
For the strength of the hills we bless thee, 588
For thou, a holy shepherdess and kind, 603
Forget them not, though now their name, 494
Fortune! why thus, where’er my footsteps tread, 48
Fount of the woods! thou art hid no more, 365
From a ruin thou art singing, 559
From the bright stars, or from the viewless air, 449
From the deep chambers of a mine, 485
From the glowing southern regions, 150
Gentle and lovely form, 462
Gloom is upon thy lonely hearth, 463
Go forth! for she is gone, 338
Go in thy glory o’er the ancient sea, 473
Go to the forest glade, 438
Go! trace th’ unnumber’d streams o’er earth, 529
Green spot of holy ground, 606
Green wave the oak for ever o’er thy rest, 424
Hail! morning sun, thus early bright, 52
Happy soon we’ll meet again, 2
Happy thou art, the child of one, 485
Happy were they, the mothers, in whose sight, 601
Hark! from the dim church-tower, 553
Hark! from the right bursts forth a trumpet’s sound, 128
Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again, 145
Hast thou been in the woods with the honey-bee, 506
Hast thou come with the heart of thy childhood back, 453
Haste with your torches, baste! make firelight round, 357
Hath the summer’s breath on the south wind borne, 484
Have ye left the greenwood lone, 562
He passed from earth, 609
He sat in silence on the ground, 414
He shall not dread misfortune’s angry mien, 48
He that in venturous barks hath been, 530
He that was dead rose up and spoke! He spoke, 602
He walk’d with God in holy joy, 495
He who proclaims that love is light and vain, 47
Heard ye the Gothic trumpet’s blast, 95
Heart! that didst press forward still, 476
Her hands were clasp’d, her dark brows raised, 394
Her home is far, oh! far away, 564
Here in the dust, its strange adventures o’er, 21
High in the glowing heavens, with cloudless beams, 43
Hold me upon thy faithful heart, 561
Home of the gifted, fare thee well, 508
How can that eye, with inspiration beaming, 505
How can that love, so deep, so lone, 565
How flows thy being now? like some glad hymn, 622
How is it that before mine eyes, 487
How many a day, in various hues array’d, 12
How many blessed groups this hour are bending, 629
How many hopes were borne upon thy bier, 457
How many thousands are wakening now, 378
How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom, 518
How shall the harp of poesy regain, 600
How strange a fate in love is mine, 45
Hush! lightly tread! still tranquilly she sleeps, 572
Hush!’tis a holy hour. The quiet room, 374
Hush’d is the world in night and sleep, 55
I am free! I have burst through my galling chain, 491
I call thee bless’d, though now the voice be fled, 461
I come down from the hills alone, 523
I come, I come! ye have call’d me long, 247
I come to thee, O earth, 471
I cry aloud, and ye shall hear my call, 138
I dream of all things free, 546
I go, I go! and must mine image fade, 382
I go, sweet friends! yet think of me, 354
I go, sweet sister! yet my heart would linger with thee fain, 548
I hate the Persian’s costly pride, 298
I hear thee speak of the better land, 479
I heard a song upon the wandering wind, 554
I lay on that rock where the storms have their dwelling, 152
I lay upon the solemn plain, 295
I look’d on the field where the battle was spread, 605
I love to hear the mild and balmy hour, 3
I love to rove o’er history’s page, 2
I made a mountain-brook my guide, 418
I met that image on a mirthful day, 601
I saw him at his sport erewhile, 583
I stood upon the threshold-stone, 626
I stood beside thy lonely grave, 411
I stood where the lip of song lay low, 519
I would we had not met again, 565
If e’er again my spirit be allow’d, 623
If e’er from human bliss or woe, 11
If, in thy glorious home above, 44
If it be sad to speak of treasures gone, 423
If thus thy fallen grandeur I behold, 49
If thou hast crush’d a flower, 562
If to the sighing breeze of summer hours, 51
In Genoa, when the sunset gave, 99
In sunset’s light o’er Afric thrown, 368
In tears, the heart oppress’d with grief, 47
In the deep hour of dreams, 449
In the deep wilderness unseen she pray’d, 586
In the full tide of melody and mirth, 360
In the proud old fanes of England, 545
In the shadow of the Pyramid, 516
In the silence and grandeur of midnight I tread, 294
In the silence of the midnight, 450
In thy cavern-hall, 551
Io! they come, they come, 536
Is not thy heart far off amidst the woods, 359
Is there some spirit sighing, 566
It is the Rhine! our mountain-vineyards laving, 534
It is thy pity makes me weep, 563
It is written on the rose, 489
It stands where Northern willows weep, 409
It was an hour of fear and grief, 238
It was the time when children bound to meet, 391
It waved not through an Eastern sky, 430
Italia! O Italia! thou so graced, 49
Italia! oh! no more Italia now, 138
Joy is upon the lonely seas, 378
Joy! the lost one is restored, 594
Know ye not when our dead, 349
Know’st thou the land where bloom the citron bowers, 547
Land of departed fame, whose classic plains, 22
Leave me not yet, though rosy skies afar, 543
Leave me, oh! leave me! unto all below, 459
Leaves have their time to fall, 375
Let the vain courtier waste his days, 49
Let the yellow mead shine for the sons of the brave, 148
Life’s parting beams were in his eye, 59
Light the hills, till heaven is glowing, 150
Like thee to die, thou Sun! my boyhood’s dream, 461
Like those pale stars of tempest hours, whose gleam, 599
Listen, fair maid! my song shall tell, 52
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls, 67
Look from the ancient mountains down, 609
Look on me with thy cloudless eyes, 561
Look on the white Alps round, 342
Lowliest of women and most glorified, 598
Lowly and solemn be, 585
Lowly upon his bier, 537
Majestic plant! such fairy dreams as lie, 623
Mark’d ye the mingling of the city’s throng, 59
Midnight! and silence deep, 471
Midst the long reeds that o’er a Grecian stream, 552
Midst Tivoli’s luxuriant glades, 85
Mighty ones, Love and Death, 510
Minstrel, whose gifted hand can bring, 19
Morn once again! morn in the lone dim cell, 568
Mother and child, whose blending tears, 410
Mother! oh sing me to rest, 541
Mountain-winds! oh whither do ye call me, 514
Mournfully, sing mournfully, 481
My battle-vow! no minster walls, 454
My child, my child, thou leav’st me! I shall hear, 408
My earliest memories to thy shores are bound, 618
My father’s house once more! 605
My soul was mantled with dark shadows, born, 624
Near thee! still near thee! o’er thy pathway gliding, 538
Night, holy night! the time, 577
Night hung on Salem’s towers, 606
Night sinks on the wave, 597
Night veil’d the mountain of the vine, 194
No bitter tears for thee be shed, 54
No cloud obscures the summer sky, 530
No cloud to dim the splendours of the day, 103
No dower of storied song is thine, 469
No more! a harp-string’s deep and breaking tone, 488
No searching eye can pierce the veil, 47
No tears for thee! though light be from us gone, 482
Nobly thy song, O minstrel! rush’d to meet, 624
Not for the myrtle and not for the vine, 361
Not long thy voice among us may be heard, 620
O Cambrian river, with slow music gliding, 618
O dim forsaken mirror, 484
O ever joyous band, 493
O festal spring, midst thy victorious glow, 617
O gentle story of the Indian isle, 620
O God, my Father and my Friend, 1
O joy of the peasant, O stately lime, 555
O lonely voices of the sky, 437
O Nature, thou didst rear me for thine own, 628
O soft star of the west, 560
O Son of Man, 574
O spirit-land, thou land of dreams, 462
O sunshine and fair earth, 509
O thou breeze of spring, 563
O thou whose pure exalted mind, 12
O Thought! O Memory! gems for ever heaping, 627
O vale and Lake! within your mountain-urn, 619
O wanderer! would thy heart forget, 54
O ye hours, ye sunny hours, 520
O ye voices gone, 566
O ye voices round my own hearth singing, 545
O’er the far blue mountains, 563
Oft have I sung and mourn’d the bitter woes, 45
Oft in still night-dreams a departed face, 624
Oh! art thou still on earth, my love, 546
Oh! ask not, hope thou not too much, 367
Oh! beautiful thou art, 608
Oh! bless’d beyond all daughters of the earth, 599
Oh! blest art thou whose steps may rove, 528
Oh! bring me one sweet orange bough, 543
Oh! call my brother back to me, 502
Oh! droop thou not, mine early gentle love, 538
Oh! enter not yon shadowy cave, 341
Oh! for thy wings, thou dove, 381
Oh! forget not the hour when through forest and vale, 56
Oh! how could fancy crown with thee, 354, 557
Oh! if thou wilt not give thine heart, 490
Oh! judge in thoughtful tenderness of those, 617
Oh! leave thine own loved isle, 298
Oh! lightly, lightly tread, 484
Oh! lightly tread through these deep chestnut bowers, 510
Oh! many a voice is thine, thou wind! full many a voice, 475
Oh! may I ever pass my happy hours, 3
Oh! ne’er be Clanronald the valiant forgot, 58
Oh! pure and blessed soul, 296
Oh! skylark, for thy wing, 544
Oh! tell me not the woods are fair, 566
Oh! those alone whose severed hearts, 48
Oh! wear it on thy heart, my love, 565
Oh! what a joy to feel that, in my heart, 621
Oh! when wilt thou return, 377
Oh! who hath trod thy consecrated clime, 28
Oh! worthy fragrant gifts of flowers and wine, 299
On Judah’s hills a weight of darkness hung, 602
Once more the eternal melodies from far, 622
One draught, kind fairy! from that fountain deep, 465
One dream of passion and of beauty more, 392
One grief, one faith, O sisters of the dead, 599
One hour for distant homes to weep, 545
Pause not with lingering feet, O pilgrim! here, 49
Peace to thy dreams! thou art slumbering now, 380
Pilgrim! oh say, hath thy cheek been fann’d, 361
Pilgrim! whose steps these desert sands explore, 138
Poor insect, rash as rare! thy sovereign, sure, 523
Praise ye the Lord! on every height, 533
Press on, my steed! I hear the swell, 150
Propitious winds our daring bark impelled, 297
Raise ye the sword! let the death-stroke be given, 151
Rest on your battle-fields, ye brave, 245
Rest, pilgrim, rest! Thou’rt from the Syrian land, 363
Return my thoughts! come home, 607
Return, return, my bird, 521
Ring, joyous chords! ring out again, 364
Rise like an altar-fire, 575
Rocks of my country! let the cloud, 376
Rome! Rome! thou art no more, 433
Rose! what dost thou here, 550
Royal in splendour went down the day, 398
Saved from the perils of the stormy wave, 46
Saviour! that of woman born, 596
Saw ye the blazing star, 149
Say not ’tis fruitless—nature’s holy tear, 296
Seek by the silvery Darro, 540
See’st thou my home? ’Tis where yon woods are waving, 460
See’st thou yon gray gleaming hall, 511
She came forth in her bridal robes array’d, 502
She dwelt in proud Venetian halls, 515
She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fell, 407
She sat, where on each wind that sigh’d, 420
She sleeps, but not the free and sunny sleep, 507
She stood upon the loftiest peak, 352
She that cast down the empires of the world, 138
Should love, the tyrant of my suffering heart, 45
Silent and mournful sat an Indian chief, 371
Sing, sing in memory of the brave departed, 358
Sing them upon the sunny hills, 366
Sing to me, Gondolier, 563
Singing of the free blue sky, 512
Sister! since I met thee last, 559
Sister, sweet sister! let me weep awhile, 455
Sleep midst thy banners furl’d, 365
Sleep, O beloved companion of my woes, 119
Sleep!—we give thee to the wave, 559
Soft falls the mild reviving shower, 529
Soft skies of Italy! how richly drest, 57
Soldier, awake! the night is past, 562
Son of the mighty and the free, 57
Son of the ocean isle, 246
Son of the stranger! wouldst thou take, 344
Sons of the fair isle! forget not the time, 152
Sooth’d by the strain, the wasp thus made reply, 523
Sound on! thou dark, unslumbering sea, 549
Speak low!—the place is holy to the breath, 470
Spirit beloved! whose wing so soon hath flown, 45
Spirit! so oft in radiant freedom soaring, 623
Spirit! whose life-sustaining presence fills, 602
Still are the cowslips from thy bosom springing, 619
Still green along our sunny shore, 244
Still is the Syren warbling on thy shore, 536
Still that last look is solemn! though thy rays, 620
Stop, passenger! a wondrous tale to list, 20
Surely ’tis all a dream, a fever-dream, 579
Sweet rose! whose tender foliage to expand, 48
Sweets of the wild, that breathe and bloom, 13
Sylph of the breeze, whose dewy pinions light, 51
That was a joyous day in Rheims of old, 403
The Alpine horn, the Alpine horn, 545
The bark that held a prince went down, 346
The blue, deep, glorious heavens! I lift mine eye, 583
The boy stood on the burning deck, 369
The breaking waves dash’d high, 429
The bright hours return, the blue sky is ringing, 147
The champions had come from their fields of war, 412
The chord, the harp’s full chord is hush’d, 379
The citron groves their fruits and flowers were strewing, 338
The corn in golden light, 348
The dead! the glorious dead! and shall they rise, 468
The fever’s hue hath left thy cheek, beloved, 595
The fires grew pale on Rome’s deserted shrines, 221
The gloomiest day hath gleams of light, 501
The hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, 147
The hall of harps is lone to-night, 152
The hearth, the hearth is desolate, the fire is quench’d, 380
The hills all glow’d with a festive light, 432
The hollow dash of waves, the ceaseless roar, 427
The infant muse, Jehovah! would aspire, 1
The Kaiser feasted in his hall, 419
The kings of old have shrine and tomb, 376
The moonbeam quivering o’er the wave, 213
The Moor had beleaguer’d Valencia’s walls, 239
The morn rose bright on scenes renown’d, 63
The Moslem spears were gleaming, 521
The muffled drum was heard, 552
The night-wind shook the tapestry round an ancient, 405
The palm, the vine, the cedar, each hath power, 602
The plume-like swaying of the auburn corn, 598
The power that dwelleth in sweet sounds to waken, 429
The rose was in rich bloom on Sharon’s plain, 372
The sainted spirit which from bliss on high, 50
The sea bird’s wing o’er ocean’s breast, 434
The sea-king woke from the troubled sleep, 340
The skylark, when the dews of morn, 532
The sleep of storms is dark upon the skies, 508
The sound of thy streams in my spirit I hear, 499
The spirit of my land, 379
The stately homes of England, 412
The stranger’s heart! oh! wound it not, 464
The summer leaves were sighing, 539
The sun comes forth: each mountain height, 529
The sun sets brightly: but a ruddier glow, 97
The torrent-wave, that breaks with force, 48
The troubadour o’er many a plain, 101
The trumpet of the battle, 567
The trumpet’s voice hath roused the land, 374
The vesper-bell from church and tower, 547
The voices of my home! I hear them still, 316
The voices of two forest boys, 437
The war-note of the Saracen, 446
The warrior bow’d his crested head, and tamed his heart, 456
The warrior cross’d the ocean’s foam, 361
The wind, the wandering wind, 542
The wine-month shone in its golden prime, 253
The woods! oh, solemn are the boundless woods, 396
Theirs was no dream, O monarch hill, 151
Then was a task of glory all thine own, 600
There are bright scenes beneath Italian skies, 191
There are sounds in the dark Roncesvalles, 541
There are the aspens with their silvery hair, 576
There are who climb the mountain’s heathery side, 622
There blooms a plant, whose gaze from hour to hour, 46
There have been bright and glorious pageants here, 251
There is a wakening on the mighty hills, 581
There was a mournfulness in angel eyes, 599
There was heard a song on the chiming sea, 451
There was heard the sound of a coming foe, 345
There was music on the midnight, 448
There went a dirge through the forest’s gloom, 457
There went a warrior’s funeral through the night, 401
There were faint sounds of weeping; fear and gloom, 467
There were sights and sounds of revelry, 452
There were thick leaves above me and around, 427
There were trampling sounds of many feet, 515
There’s beauty all around our paths, if but our watchful eyes, 370
These marble domes, by wealth and genius graced, 50
They float before my soul, the fair designs, 623
They grew in beauty, side by side, 435
They haunt me still, these calm, pure, holy eyes, 464
They have wander’d in their glee, 541
They rear’d no trophy o’er his grave, 609
They sought for treasures in the tomb, 244
Thine eyes are charm’d, thine earnest eyes, 458
Thine is a strain to read among the hills, 422
This green recess, where through the bowery gloom, 51
This mountain scene with sylvan grandeur crown’d, 44
Those eyes whence love diffused her purest light, 44
Thou art a thing on our dreams to rise, 357
Thou art bearing hence thy roses, 366
Thou art come from the spirit’s land, thou bird, 343
Thou art gone, thou art slumbering low, 421
Thou art like night, O sickness! deeply stilling, 628
Thou art no lingerer in monarchs’ hall, 431
Thou art passing hence, my brother, 459
Thou art sounding on, thou mighty sea, 356
Thou art welcome, O thou warning voice, 509
Thou didst fall on the field with thy silver hair, 555
Thou grot, whence flows this limpid spring, 52
Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame, 497
Thou hast been rear’d too tenderly, 486
Thou hast been where the rocks of coral grow, 481
Thou hast loved and thou hast suffered, 501
Thou hast thy record in the monarch’s hall, 599
Thou hast watch’d beside the bed of death, 507
Thou in thy morn wert like a glowing rose, 50
Thou mov’st in visions, Love! around thy way, 503
Thou see’st her pictured with her sinning hair, 416
Thou shouldst be look’d on when the starlight falls, 250
Thou shouldst have slept beneath the stately pines, 490
Thou sleepest, but when wilt thou wake, fair child, 431
Thou that canst gaze upon thine own fair boy, 356
Thou that hast loved so long and well, 489
Thou that with pallid cheek, 496
Thou that wouldst mark in form of human birth, 51
Thou the stern monarch of dismay, 51
Thou thing of years departed, 436
Thou to whose power my hopes, my joys, I gave, 45
Thou wak’st from rosy sleep to play, 355
Thou who hast fled from life’s enchanted bowers, 50
Though dark are the prospects and heavy the hours, 11
Though youth may boast the curls that flow, 10
Throne of expression, whence the spirit’s ray, 59
Through evening’s bright repose, 589
Thy foes had girt thee with their dread array, 93
Thy heart is in the upper world, where fleet the chamois, 450
Thy rest was deep at the slumberer’s hour, 348
Thy voice is in mine ear, beloved, 453
Thy voice prevails! Dear friend, my gentle friend, 442
Thy voice was in my soul, it call’d me on, 455
’Tis lone on the waters, 486
’Tis sweet to think the spirits of the blest, 3
To thee, maternal guardian of my youth, 2
To-night, kind friends, at your tribunal here, 21
Too long apart, a bright but sever’d band, 520
Too long have tyranny and power combined, 4
Torches were blazing clear, 346
Trees, gracious trees, how rich a gift ye are, 619
Tribes of the air, whose favour’d race, 531
’Twas a bright moment of my life, when first, 623
’Twas a dream of olden days, 491
’Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours, 369
’Twas but a dream! I saw the stag leap free, 385
’Twas early day, and sunlight stream’d, 437
’Twas morn upon the Grecian hills, 243
’Twas night in Babylon; yet many a beam, 219
Twas night upon the Alps, The Senn’s wild horn, 234
’Twas noon, and Afric’s dazzling sun on high, 212
’Twas the deep mid-watch of the silent night, 241
Two barks met on the deep mid-sea, 560
Two solemn voices in a funeral strain, 472
Unbending midst the watery skies, 48
Under a palm-tree, by the green old Nile, 600
Upward, and upward still! in pearly light, 618
Voice of the gifted elder time, 339
Warrior! whose image on thy tomb, 428
Warriors! my noon of life is past, 56
Was it the sigh of the southern gale, 495
Was that the light from some lone swift canoe, 590
Watch ye well! the moon is shrouded, 146
Waves of Mondego, brilliant and serene, 47
We come not, fair one! to thy hand of snow, 53
We have the myrtle’s breath around us here, 394
We heard thy name, O Mina, 541
We miss thy voice, while early flowers are blooming, 486
We return, we return, we return no more, 500
We saw thee, O stranger! and wept, 343
We see no more in thy pure skies, 588
Weep thou no more! O monarch! dry thy tears, 121
Weeper! to thee how bright a morn was given, 600
Weep’st thou for him whose doom was seal’d, 56
Welcome, O pure and lovely forms! again, 628
Well might thine awful image thus arise, 628
What are the lessons given, 252
What dost thou here, brave Swiss, 294
What first should consecrate as thine, 295
What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells, 361
What household thoughts around thee as their shrine, 600
What secret current of man’s nature turns, 620
What wak’st thou, spring? Sweet voices in the woods, 432
What was your doom, my father? In thine arms, 587
What wish can friendship form for thee, 295
What woke the buried sound that lay, 563
When from the mountain’s brow the gathering shade, 138
When the last blush of eve is dying, 148
When the soft breath of spring goes forth, 533
When the tide’s billowy swell, 492
When the young eagle with exulting eye, 106
When thy bounding step I hear, 524
When twilight’s gray and pensive hour, 532
When will ye think of me, my friends, 500
Whence are those tranquil joys in mercy given, 15
Whence art thou, flower? From holy ground, 244
Whence is the might of thy master-spell, 498
Where are the vintage-songs, 546
Where are they, those green fairy islands, reposing, 146
Where is the sea? I languish here, 487
Where is the summer with her golden sun, 349
Where is the tree the prophet threw, 496
Where met our bards of old? The glorious throng, 246
Where shall I find some desert scene so rude, 47
Where shall I find in all this fleeting earth, 489
Where shall the minstrel find a theme, 534
Where shall we make her grave, 549
Where sucks the bee now? Summer is flying, 355
Where the long reeds quiver, 581
Wherefore and whither bear’st thou up my spirit, 483
While the blue is richest, 565
Whisper, thou tree, thou lonely tree, 473
Whither, celestial maid, so fast away, 53
Whither, oh whither, wilt thou wing thy way, 628
Who watches on the mountains with the dead, 598
Why art thou thus in thy beauty cast, 524
Why lingers my gaze where the last hues of day, 149
Why wouldst thou leave me, O gentle child, 423
Wildly and mournfully the Indian drum, 406
Willow! in thy breezy moan, 542
With sixty knights in his gallant train, 238
With what young life and vigour in its breath, 256
Wouldst thou to love of danger speak, 48
Wouldst thou wear the gift of immortal bloom, 439
Wrapt in sad musings, by Euphrates’ stream, 43
Ye are not miss’d, fair flowers, that late were spreading, 542
Ye have been holy, O founts and floods, 474
Ye met at the stately feasts of old, 480
Ye tell me not of birds and bees, 499
Ye too, the free and fearless birds of air, 602
Yes! all things tell us of a birthright lost, 622
Yes! I came from the spirit’s land, 343
Yes! I have seen the ancient oak, 347
Yes! it is haunted, this quiet scene, 358
Yes! it is ours: the field is won, 245
Yes! rear thy guardian hero’s form, 485
Yes! thou hast met the sun’s last smile, 360
Yet as a sun-burst flushing mountain-snow, 599
Yet, rolling far up some green mountain-dale, 618
You ugliest of fabrics! you horrible eyesore, 382