mooch of a daäy, 86o.
Elaine the fair, Elaine the lovable, 388.
Eyes not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed, 6.
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies, 783.
Fair is her cottage in its place, 230.
Fair things are slow to fade away, 783.
Farewell, Macready, since to-night we part,

565.
Farewell, whose like on earth I shall not find,

813
Fifty times the rose has flower'd and faded, 782.
First pledge our Queen this solemn night, 562.
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, 116.
Flower in the crannied wall, 235.
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done, 410
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, 60.

read, 514.
Clear-headed friend, whose joyful scorn, 8.
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing, 3.

(490.
Golden-haired Ally whose name is one with mine,

Had the fierce ashes of some fiery peak, 853.
Half a league, half a league, 217.
Hallowed be Thy name

Halleluiah! 522.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands, 116.
• He is fled - I wish him dead, 797.
Helen's Tower, here I stand, 561.
Her arms across her breast she laid, 116.
Her, that yer Honour was spakin' to? Whin,

yer Honour? last year, 543.
Here, by this brook, we parted; I to the East, 136.
Here far away, seen from the topmost cliff, 467.
Here, it is here, the close of the year, 232.
He rose at dawn and, fired with hope, 230.
He that only rules by terror, 112.
He thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak, 25.
Hide me, Mother! my Fathers belong'd to the

church of old, 530.
How long, O God, shall men be ridden dowi., 25.

I BUILT my soul a lordly pleasure-house, 43.
If I were loved, as I desire to be, 26.
I had a vision when the night was late, 117.
I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood,

281.
I keep no more a lone distress, 876.
I knew an old wife lean and poor, 65.
Illyrian woodlands, echoing falls, 121.
I, loving Freedom for herself, 873.
I'm glad I walk'd. How fresh the meadows

look, 79.
In her ear he whispers gaily, 113.
I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade, 55.
I see the wealthy miller yet, 36.
I send you here a sort of allegory, 43.
Is it you, that preach'd in the chapel there look.

ing over the sand? 533.
It little profits that an idle king, 93.
It was the time when lilies blow, 111.
I waited for the train at Coventry, 101.
I was the chief of the race --- he had stricken my

father dead, 518.
I wish I were as in the years of old, 527.
KING ARTHur made new knights to fill the gap,

425.
King, that hast reign'd six hundred years, and

thou, 526.
Not this way will you set your name, 557.
Now first we stand and understand, 865.
Now is done thy long day's work, 16.

grown, 526.

O BLACKBIRD! sing me something well, 60
O bridesmaid, ere the happy knot was tied, 26.
Enone sat within the cave from out, 351.
Of love that never found his earthly close, o
Of old sat Freedom on the heights, 63.
O God! my God! have mercy now, 3.
O Lady Flora, let me speak, 102.
Old Fitz, who from your suburb grange, 5.
Old poets foster'd under friendlier skies, sós,
O Love, Love, Love! () withering might: zó.
O love, what hours were thine and minc, 227.
O loyal to the royal in thyself, 466.
O me, my pleasant rambles by the lake, &r.
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of barmonies, 23.
On a midnight in midwinter when all but the

winds were dead, 865.

LADY Clara Vere de Vere, 48.
Late, my grandson! half the morning have I

paced these sandy tracts, 548.
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, 303.
Life and thought have gone away, 15.
Lise of the Life within my blood, 873.
Light of the nations' ask'd his Chronicler, 855.

That is his portrait painted by himself, 876.
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, 458.
The bee buzz'd up in the heat, 867.
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, 335.
The bridal garland falls upon the bier, 868.
"The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd and not a

room, 78.
The charge of the gallant three hundred, the

Heavy Brigade! 556.
The form, the form alone is eloquent! 25.
The gleain of household sunshine ends, 867.
The groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould,

804.
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, 311.
The lights and shadows fly! 239.
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a

man, 810.
The North wind fall’n in the new-starred night,

873.
The plain was grassy, wild and bare, 15.
The poet in a golden clime was born, 13.
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, 121.
There is a sound of thunder afar, 866.
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier, 39.
There on the top of the down, 851.
These lame hexameters the strong-wing'd music

of Homer! 237.
These roses for my Lady Marian, 814.
These to His Memory — since he held them dear,
302.

(219.
The Son of him with whom we strove for power,
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills

and the plains, 234.
The voice and the Peak, 234.
The winds, as at their hour of birth, 6.
The wind, that beats the mountain, blows, 61.
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, 94.
They have left the doors ajar; and by their clash,

499.
They rose to where their sovran eagle sails, 523.
They say some foreign powers have laid their

heads together, 877.
They wrought a work which Time reveres, 875.
This morning is the morning of the day, 71.
This thing, that thing is the rage, 867.
Those that of late had fleeted far and fast, 522.
Thou art not steep'd in golden languors, 8.
Thou may'st remember what I said, 873.
Tho' Sin too oft, when smitten by Thy rod, 867.
Thou third great Canning, stand among our best,

562.
Thou who stealest fire, 11.
Thy dark eyes open'd not, 22.
Thy prayer was 'Light – more Light - while

Time shall last!' 562.
Thy tuwhits are lull'd, I wot, 9.
Two children in two neighbour villages, 18.
Two Suns of Love make day of human life, 563.

803.
Stand back, keep a clear lane! 566.
Still on the tower stood the vane, 117.
Strong Son of God, immortal Love, 241.
• Summer is coming, summer is coming, 812.
Sunset and evening star, 869.
Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town, 108.

sights to tell, 494.
Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land

and sea, 492.
Wait a little,' you say, you are sure it'll all

come right,' 490.
Wan Sculptor, weepest thou to take the cast, 26.
Warrior of God, man's friend and tyrant's foe, 562.
Warrior of God, whose strong right arm debased,

24.
We left behind the painted buoy, 114.
Welcome, welcome, with one voice! 564.
Well, you shall have that song which Leonard

wrote, 91.
We move, the wheel must always move, 8u.
We were two daughters of one race, 43.
What am I doing, you say to me, 'wasting the

sweet summer hours'? 862.
What be those crown'd forms high over the sacred

fountain ? 810.
What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew,

811.
What time the mighty moon was gathering light,

17.
Wheer asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'cre

aloän? 223.