Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled ... Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the north-west died away No wrath of man, or rage of seas Noon descends around me now... Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame... ... Now Nature hangs her mantle green Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are! O blest of heaven, whom not the languid songs O blithe new-comer! I have heard O for the coming of that glorious time O! I would walk O Ignorant poor man! what dost thou bear O Life, O Death, O World, O Time O list the mystic lore sublime O Lord divine! that stoop'd to share ... ... O love of loves! to thy white hand is given O lull me, lull me, charming air... O Moon! old boughs lisp forth a holier din O that we now had here O that we now had here ... O thou bright thing, fresh from the hand of God O weary heart, oppress'd with care O what a glory doth this world put on O what an hour was that! when from the main O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O wild West Wind, tnou breath of Autumn's being 208 309 92 328 Oh, never rudely will I blaine this faith 123 178 ... Oh that those lips had language! life has pass'd 221 Oh, Thou! who dry'st the mourner's tear 316 Oh, to be in England 56 Oh, wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the north 254 Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more Once upon a midnight dreary, while I ponder'd, weak and weary 111 372 250 Oh, brother man! fold to thy heart thy brother Oh! lone is the spirit on life's troubled ocean On past the village, with its humble spire ... O'er a low couch the setting sun had thrown its latest ray Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies Poet of Paradise, whose glory illumed Revolution sweeps o'er earth ... Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-rolli Saint Augustine! well hast thou said She died in beauty, like a rose blown from its parent stem She was a phantom of delight Shed no tear! O shed no tear! Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough Some humble heart is sore and sick with grief ... ... Spake full well, in language quaint and olden Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet ... ... ... ... ... 121 342 127 24 325 170 24 208 82 272 159 ... 160 4 174 317 176 70 145 58 162 The blessings which the weak and poor can scatter ... The breeze had sunk to rest, the noonday sun was high The dew is on the summer's greenest grass... The lopped tree in time may grow again ... The mid day hour of twelve the clock counts o'er The mysteries of the Angel-world The milk-white blossoms of the thorn ... The Minster is a marble psalm ... The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone ... ... ... The sky is changed-and such a change! Oh, night 176 400 397 84 ... 185 202 322 126 297 ... ... These are thy glorious works, Parent of good Thou blossom bright with autumn dew Tis midnight: on the mountain's brown "Tis liberty alone that gives the flower ... To Thee, our Creator, our homage we bring Trees, gracious trees!-how rich a gift ye are Unless Thou show to us Thine own true way We love the king who loves the law There is in souls a sympathy with sounds The sweetest voice that warbles in the grove The world is too much with us The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing ... Then came fair May, the fairest maid on ground PAGE 89 118 50 44 177 180 326 310 320 54 35 33 8 71 190 What saith the river to the rushes grey What soul was his, when from the naked top When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave ... When to the sessions of sweet silent thought... When urged by strong temptation to the brink 320 260 163 Where will they stop, those breathing Powers 311 Who feels that God and Heaven's great deeps are nearer 345 Would that I were a river ... 181 Wish'd Morning's come; and now, upon the plains 75 With little here to do or see... 116 With other ministrations thou, O Nature 3 With some good ten of his chosen men, Bernardo hath appear' You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear 195 Your voiceless lips, O flowers! are living preachers 255 167 7 999 338 246 7 |