PAGE Then Jerome did call 974 There are, I am told, who sharply criticise 816 There are two births, the one when Light 362 973 965 391 176 There in some darksome shade Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn This be the meed, that thy song creates a thousand-fold echo This is the time, when most divine to hear This yearning heart (Love! witness what I say) 22 108 381 362 72 47 349 967 37 9 Thus far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme To know, to esteem, to love,-and then to part To praise men as good, and to take them for such 215 413 410 486 To tempt the dangerous deep, too venturous youth. Truth I pursued, as Fancy sketch'd the way Unchanged within, to see all changed without Utter the song, O my soul! the flight and return of Mohammed 329 Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying 439 Verse, pictures, music, thoughts both grave and gay 482 Verse, that Breeze mid blossoms straying 1041 1072 Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green. INDEX OF FIRST LINES Virtues and Woes alike too great for man PAGE 37 56 964 391 Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made What a spring-tide of Love to dear friends in a shoal 362, 1032 178 965 966 What never is, but only is to be What now, O Man! thou dost or mean'st to do What pleasures shall he ever find Whate'er thou giv'st, it still is sweet to me When British Freedom for an happier land 954 414 4 What though the chilly wide-mouth'd quacking chorus 476 1010 79 Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt God and thee 432 Whom should I choose for my Judge? Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame 236 69 955 Whom the untaught Shepherds call 40 252 William, my teacher, my friend 304 Yes, noble old Warrior! this heart has beat high 317 |