As I stood by yon roofless tower As it befell As it fell upon a day Ask ye me why I send you here? A slumber did my spirit seal As Memnon's marble harp, renowned of old As ships becalmed at eve As unto blowing roses summer dews As vonce I valked by a dismal svamp A sweet, attractive kind of grace. A sweet disorder in the dress At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay At summer eve, when Heaven's aerial bow WORDSWORTH HERRICK. WORDSWORTH AKENSIDE A. H. CLOUGH Н. Н. Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints whose bones MILTON A voice by the cedar-tree A weary lot is thine, fair maid TENNYSON COWLEY 17 32 471 99 82 202 195 72 129 A wet sheet and a flowing sea Bankrupt, our pockets inside out Beaver roars hoarse with melting snows Being asked by an intimate party' Beneath an Indian palm, a girl Below the bottom of the great abyss. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy father Better trust all, and be deceived Between the dark and the daylight Birdie, birdie, will you, pet Blackened and bleeding, helpless, panting, prone. Blow, blow, thou winter wind Blue crystal vault and elemental fires Brave Schill, by death delivered Break, Fantasy, from the cave of clond Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride But all our praises, why should lords engross But are ye sure the news is true? But fare you well, auld Nickie-Ben But I wol turn againe to Ariadne But souls that of his own good life partake Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin Calm and still light on yon great plain' Come on, come on, and where you go Come on, sir, here's the place: stand still Come Seeling night. Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged Come to Licöo! the sun is riding Come to the river's reedy shore T. MOORE 150 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Far have I clambered in my mind Fear no more the heat o' the sun Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears Full knee-deep lies the winter snow. Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn Give me my scallop's shell of quiet Give place, ye ladies, and begone God moves in a mysterious way. God of science and of light Goe, happy rose, and interwove Go, soul, the body's guest Grandmother's mother; her age I guess Great Ocean! strongest of Creation's sons Her finger was so small, the ring Her house is all of echo made He's a rare man He's game! he's gane! he's frae us torn He that loves a rosy cheek He works in rings, in magic rings of chance Hope smiled when your nativity was cast How changed is here each place man makes or fills!' How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean! How many a time have I How many thousand of my poorest subjects How oft when thou my music, music play'st How they go by, those strange and dreamlike men! How young and fresh am I to-night! I am holy while I stand I called on dreams and visions to disclose I came to a laund of white and green. SPENSER HERRICK. F. H. HEDGE TENNYSON TENNYSON 24 267 6 10 G. CHAPMAN 198 BEN JONSON 269 SIR W. RALEIGH. 160 HEYWOOD 65 COWPER 182 CHAUCER. 96 HERRICK 443 JEAN INGELOW 443 WALLER 443 SIR W. RALEIGH 139 O. W. HOLMES 498 YOUNG 180 POLLOK 38 SCOTT 350 |