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INDEX OF FIRST LINES

[Including the first lines of independent songs contained in the longer poems and dramas.]

A CAT in distress, 547.

A gentle story of two lovers young, 485.
A glorious people vibrated again, 382.
A golden-winged Angel stood, 486.
A Hater he came and sat by a ditch, 486.
A man who was about to hang himself, 519.
A mighty Phantasm, half concealed, 439.
A pale dream came to a Lady fair, 350.
A portal as of shadowy adamant, 399.
A scene, which wildered fancy viewed, 566.
A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew, 372.
A shovel of his ashes took, 480.

A woodman, whose rough heart was out of tune,
430.

Ah! faint are her limbs, and her footstep is
weary, 554.

Alas! good friend, what profit can you see, 400.
Alas! this is not what I thought life was, 490.
Ambition, power, and avarice now have hurled,
555.

Amid the desolation of a city, 399.

And canst thou mock mine agony, thus calm,
558.

And earnest to explore within-around, 523.
And ever as he went he swept a lyre, 439.
And like a dying lady, lean and pale, 485.
And many there were hurt by that strong boy,
444.

And Peter Bell, when he had been, 260.

And that I walked thus proudly crowned withal,
490.

And the green Paradise which western waves,
439.

And then came one of sweet and earnest looks,
439.

And where is truth? On tombs ? for such to
thee, 489.

And who feels discord now or sorrow? 487.

An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king,
365.

Arethusa arose, 387.

Ariel to Miranda :- Take, 414.
Arise, arise, arise! 369.

Art thou indeed forever gone, 560.

Art thou pale for weariness, 485.
As a violet's gentle eye, 435.
As from an ancestral oak, 365.
As I lay asleep in Italy, 253.
As the sunrise to the night, 484.
At the creation of the Earth, 44.

Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon, 341.

Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured isle,
565.

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Calm art thou as yon sunset! swift and strong,
88.
Chameleons feed on light and air, 367.
Come, be happy!-sit near me, 362.
Come hither, my sweet Rosalind, 137.
Come, thou awakener of the spirit's ocean, 484.
Corpses are cold in the tomb, 364.

Dares the lama, most fleet of the sons of the
wind, 561.

Dark flood of time! 608.

Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude, 549.
Daughters of Jove, whose voice is melody, 505.
Dear home, thou scene of earliest hopes and
joys, 480.

Dearest, best and brightest, 440.
Death is here, and death is there, 398.
Death! where is thy victory? 549.

'Do you not hear the Aziola cry? 408.

Eagle! why soarest thou above that tomb? 519.
Earth, Ocean, Air, beloved brotherhood! 33.
Echoes we listen! 181.

Ever as now with Love and Virtue's glow,
568.

Faint with love, the Lady of the South, 485.
Fairest of the Destinies, 439.

False friend, wilt thou smile or weep, 249.
Far, far away, 0 ye, 405.

Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters glow,
485.

Follow to the deep wood's weeds, 484.

For me, my friend, if not that tears did trem-
ble, 483.

For my dagger is bathed in the blood of the
brave, 548.

From the forests and highlands, 389.

Gather, oh, gather, 436.

Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your
yelling, 551.

God prosper, speed, and save, 365.
Good-night? ah, no! the hour is ill, 401.

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Guido, I would that Lappo, thou, and I, 522.

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! 381.

Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind,
572.

Hark! the owlet flaps his wings, 547.

Hast thou not seen, officious with delight, 537.
He came like a dream in the dawn of life, 467.
He fell, thou sayest, beneath his conqueror's
frown, 190.

Heigho! the lark and the owl! 466.

'Here lieth One whose name was writ on
water!' 482.

Here, my dear friend, is a new book for you,
436.

Here, oh, here! 197.

Her voice did quiver as we parted, 355.

He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, 489.
Hic sinu fessum caput hospitali, 547.

His face was like a snake's-wrinkled and
loose, 486.

Honey from silkworms who can gather, 356.
Hopes, that swell in youthful breasts, 550.
How eloquent are eyes! 550.

How, my dear Mary, are you critic-bitten, 272.
How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner,
553.

How sweet it is to sit and read the tales, 485.
How swiftly through heaven's wide expanse,
553.

How wonderful is Death, 3, 417.

I am as a spirit who has dwelt, 487.
I am drunk with the honey wine, 485.

I arise from dreams of thee, 370.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
380.

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, 389.
I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and took,
483.

I faint, I perish with my love! I grow, 489.
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden, 387.

I had once a lovely dream, 545.

I hated thee, fallen tyrant! I did groan, 344.
I love thee, Baby! for thine own sweet sake,

340.

I loved-alas! our life is love, 432.

I met a traveller from an antique land, 356.
I mourn Adonis dead-loveliest Adonis, 520.
I pant for the music which is divine, 488.
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo, 152.
Ising the glorious Power with azure eyes, 504.

I stood within the city disinterred, 395.
I weep for Adonais - he is dead! 308.

I went into the deserts of dim sleep, 489.

I would not be a king- enough, 487.
If gibbets, axes, confiscations, chains, 445.
If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill, 482.
If I walk in Autumn's even, 410.

Inter marmoreas Leonora pendula colles, 548.
In the cave which wild weeds cover, 486.
In the sweet solitude of this calm place, 526.
Is it that in some brighter sphere, 487.
Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He, 573.
Is not to-day enough? Why do I

peer,

487.

It is not blasphemy to hope that Heaven, 568.
It is the day when all the sons of God, 320.
It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky, 369.
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon, 399.
Kissing Helena, together, 519.

Let those who pine in pride or in revenge, 432.
Life of Life, thy lips enkindle, 188.

Lift not the painted veil which those who live,

363.

Like the ghost of a dear friend dead, 400.
Listen, listen, Mary mine, 357.

Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me, 482.
Maiden, quench the glare of sorrow, 563.
Many a green isle needs must be, 358.
Melodious Arethusa, o'er my verse, 521.
Men of England, wherefore plough, 364.
Methought I was a billow in the crowd, 489.
Mighty eagle! thou that soarest, 483.

Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed, 342.
Monarch of Gods and Dæmons, and all Spirits,
165.

Month after month the gathered rains descend,
357.

Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale, 549.
Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite, 503.
Music, when soft voices die, 404.

My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone,
481.

My faint spirit was sitting in the light, 403.
My head is heavy, my limbs are weary, 487.
My head is wild with weeping for a grief, 482.
My lost William, thou in whom, 481.

My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but few, 298.
My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim, 488.
My thoughts arise and fade in solitude, 490.

Night, with all thine eyes look down! 407.
No access to the Duke! You have not said,
431.

No Music, thou art not the 'food of Love,'
488.

No trump tells thy virtues - the grave where
they rest, 566.

Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, 406.
Not far from hence. From yonder pointed hill,

441.

Now had the loophole of that dungeon, still, 524.
Now the last day of many days, 412.

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Oh, follow, follow, 181.

Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly
breezes, 562.

Oh, that a chariot of cloud were mine! 489.
Oh, there are spirits of the air, 340.
Old winter was gone, 448.

Once, early in the morning, 570.

Once more descend, 483.

One sung of thee who left the tale untold, 485.
One word is too often profaned, 408.
Orphan hours, the year is dead, 402.

Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream, 449.

Palace-roof of cloudless nights, 366.

Pan loved his neighbor Echo, but that child,
520.

484.

People of England, ye who toil and
groan,
Peter Bells, one, two and three, 260.
Place for the Marshal of the Masque ! 453.
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know, 344.

Rarely, rarely, comest thou, 403.
Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit, 525.
Rome has fallen; ye see it lying, 484.
Rough wind, that moanest loud, 415.

Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, 388.
She left me at the silent time, 416.

She was an aged woman; and the years, 564.
Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and
Thou, 489.

Silver key of the fountain of tears, 488.

Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove, 491.
'Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain, 411.
So now my summer-task is ended, Mary, 49.
Such hope, as is the sick despair of good, 489.
Summer was dead and Autumn was expiring,
450.

Sweet Spirit! sister of that orphan one, 298.
Sweet star, which gleaming o'er the darksome
scene, 563.

Swift as a spirit hastening to his task, 471.
Swifter far than summer's flight, 409.
Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, 403.

Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light, 400.
That matter of the murder is hushed up, 211.
That time is dead forever, child, 355.

The awful shadow of some unseen Power, 346.
The babe is at peace within the womb, 486.
The billows on the beach are leaping around it,
354.

The brilliant orb of parting day, 576.

The cold earth slept below, 345.

The colour from the flower is gone, 640.
The curtain of the Universe, 321.

The death-bell beats! 552.

The everlasting universe of things, 347.

The fierce beasts of the woods and wildernesses,
489.

The fiery mountains answer each other, 398.
The fitful alternations of the rain, 484.
The flower that smiles to-day, 404.
The fountains mingle with the river, 371.
The gentleness of rain was in the wind, 484.
The golden gates of sleep unbar, 406.
The keen stars were twinkling, 415.

The odor from the flower is gone, 358.

The pale, the cold, and the moony smile, 343.
The rose that drinks the fountain dew, 481.
The rude wind is singing, 486.

The season was the childhood of sweet June,

443.

The serpent is shut out from paradise, 409.
'The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
388.

The spider spreads her webs whether she be,
391.

The sun is set; the swallows are asleep, 407.
The sun is warm, the sky is clear, 363.
The sun makes music as of old, 538.

The viewless and invisible Consequence, 486.
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wail-
ing, 398.

The waters are flashing, 405.

The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere,
343.

The world is dreary, 480.

The world is now our dwelling-place, 481.
There is a voice, not understood by all, 435.
There is a warm and gentle atmosphere, 487.
There late was One within whose subtle being,
345.

There was a little lawny islet, 415.

There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel,
425.

These are two friends whose lives were undi-
vided, 415.

They die—the dead return not. Misery, 355.
Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor
toil, 483.

Thou art fair, and few are fairer, 371.

Thou supreme goddess! by whose power divine,
284.

Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be,
431.

Thou wert the morning star among the living,
519.

Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die, 352.
Thy country's curse is on thee, darkest crest,
353.

Thy dewy looks sink in my breast, 340.
Thy little footsteps on the sands, 481.
Thy look of love has power to calm, 342.
'Tis midnight now athwart the murky air,

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When winds that move not its calm surface
sweep, 520.

Where art thou, beloved To-morrow? 410.
Where man's profane and tainting hand, 572.
Whilst monarchs laughed upon their thrones,
595.

Whose is the love that, gleaming through the
world, 2.

Why is it said thou canst not live, 562.
Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one,
446.

Wilt thou forget the happy hours, 358.
Within a cavern of man's trackless spirit, 436.

Ye Dorian woods and waves lament aloud, 520.
Ye gentle visitations of calm thought, 490.
Ye hasten to the grave! What seek ye there,
400.

Ye who intelligent the Third Heaven move, 522.
Ye wild-eyed Muses, sing the Twins of Jove,
504.

Yes! all is past-swift time has filed away,

559.

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ADONAIS, 307.

INDEX OF TITLES

[The titles of major works and of general divisions are set in SMALL CAPITALS.]

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Crowned, 490.

Cyclops, The: A Satyric Drama, 506.

Dæmon of the World, The, 416.

Dante Alighieri to Guido Cavalcanti, 522.
Dante, Translations from, 522-525.

Death (Death is here, and death is there"),
398.

Death (They die-the dead return not.
Misery'), 355.

Death, On (The pale, the cold and the moony
smile'), 343.

Death, To (Death! where is thy victory '), 549.
Deserts of Sleep, The, 489.

Despair, 558.

Devil's Walk, The, 570.

Dialogue, A. 548.

Dirge, A (Rough wind, that moanest loud"),
415.

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