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 woodman, whose rough heart was out of tune, Ah! faint are her limbs, and her footstep is Alas! good friend, what profit can you see, 400. Amid the desolation of a city, 399. And canst thou mock mine agony, thus calm, And earnest to explore within-around, 523. And Peter Bell, when he had been, 260. And that I walked thus proudly crowned withal, And the green Paradise which western waves, And then came one of sweet and earnest looks, And where is truth? On tombs ? for such to And who feels discord now or sorrow? 487. An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king, Arethusa arose, 387. Ariel to Miranda :- Take, 414. Art thou indeed forever gone, 560. Art thou pale for weariness, 485. Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon, 341. Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured isle, Calm art thou as yon sunset! swift and strong, Dares the lama, most fleet of the sons of the Dark flood of time! 608. Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude, 549. Dearest, best and brightest, 440. 'Do you not hear the Aziola cry? 408. Eagle! why soarest thou above that tomb? 519. Ever as now with Love and Virtue's glow, Faint with love, the Lady of the South, 485. False friend, wilt thou smile or weep, 249. Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters glow, Follow to the deep wood's weeds, 484. For me, my friend, if not that tears did trem- For my dagger is bathed in the blood of the From the forests and highlands, 389. Gather, oh, gather, 436. Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your God prosper, speed, and save, 365. Guido, I would that Lappo, thou, and I, 522. Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! 381. Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind, Hark! the owlet flaps his wings, 547. Hast thou not seen, officious with delight, 537. Heigho! the lark and the owl! 466. 'Here lieth One whose name was writ on Here, my dear friend, is a new book for you, Here, oh, here! 197. Her voice did quiver as we parted, 355. He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, 489. His face was like a snake's-wrinkled and Honey from silkworms who can gather, 356. How, my dear Mary, are you critic-bitten, 272. How sweet it is to sit and read the tales, 485. How wonderful is Death, 3, 417. I am as a spirit who has dwelt, 487. I arise from dreams of thee, 370. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, 389. I faint, I perish with my love! I grow, 489. I had once a lovely dream, 545. I hated thee, fallen tyrant! I did groan, 344. 340. I loved-alas! our life is love, 432. I met a traveller from an antique land, 356. I stood within the city disinterred, 395. I went into the deserts of dim sleep, 489. I would not be a king- enough, 487. Inter marmoreas Leonora pendula colles, 548. peer, 487. It is not blasphemy to hope that Heaven, 568. Let those who pine in pride or in revenge, 432. Lift not the painted veil which those who live, 363. Like the ghost of a dear friend dead, 400. Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me, 482. Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed, 342. Month after month the gathered rains descend, Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale, 549. My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone, My faint spirit was sitting in the light, 403. My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but few, 298. Night, with all thine eyes look down! 407. No Music, thou art not the 'food of Love,' No trump tells thy virtues - the grave where Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, 406. 441. Now had the loophole of that dungeon, still, 524. Oh, follow, follow, 181. Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly Oh, that a chariot of cloud were mine! 489. Once, early in the morning, 570. Once more descend, 483. One sung of thee who left the tale untold, 485. Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream, 449. Palace-roof of cloudless nights, 366. Pan loved his neighbor Echo, but that child, 484. People of England, ye who toil and Rarely, rarely, comest thou, 403. Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, 388. She was an aged woman; and the years, 564. Silver key of the fountain of tears, 488. Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove, 491. Sweet Spirit! sister of that orphan one, 298. Swift as a spirit hastening to his task, 471. Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light, 400. The awful shadow of some unseen Power, 346. The brilliant orb of parting day, 576. The cold earth slept below, 345. The colour from the flower is gone, 640. The death-bell beats! 552. The everlasting universe of things, 347. The fierce beasts of the woods and wildernesses, The fiery mountains answer each other, 398. The odor from the flower is gone, 358. The pale, the cold, and the moony smile, 343. The season was the childhood of sweet June, 443. The serpent is shut out from paradise, 409. The spider spreads her webs whether she be, The sun is set; the swallows are asleep, 407. The viewless and invisible Consequence, 486. The waters are flashing, 405. The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere, The world is dreary, 480. The world is now our dwelling-place, 481. There was a little lawny islet, 415. There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel, These are two friends whose lives were undi- They die—the dead return not. Misery, 355. Thou art fair, and few are fairer, 371. Thou supreme goddess! by whose power divine, Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be, Thou wert the morning star among the living, Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die, 352. Thy dewy looks sink in my breast, 340. When winds that move not its calm surface Where art thou, beloved To-morrow? 410. Whose is the love that, gleaming through the Why is it said thou canst not live, 562. Wilt thou forget the happy hours, 358. Ye Dorian woods and waves lament aloud, 520. Ye who intelligent the Third Heaven move, 522. Yes! all is past-swift time has filed away, 559. ADONAIS, 307. INDEX OF TITLES [The titles of major works and of general divisions are set in SMALL CAPITALS.] Crowned, 490. Cyclops, The: A Satyric Drama, 506. Dæmon of the World, The, 416. Dante Alighieri to Guido Cavalcanti, 522. Death (Death is here, and death is there"), Death (They die-the dead return not. Death, On (The pale, the cold and the moony Death, To (Death! where is thy victory '), 549. Despair, 558. Devil's Walk, The, 570. Dialogue, A. 548. Dirge, A (Rough wind, that moanest loud"), |