Index Of First Lines

	NO.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough	705
A celuy que pluys eyme en mounde	6 (i)
A child’s plaything for an hour	525
A! Fredome is a noble thing!	, "FTN13A">13
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!	800
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies	854
A plenteous place is Ireland for hospitable cheer	721
A rose, as fair as ever saw the North	250
A rose for a young head	952
A slumber did my spirit seal	533
A soun tres chere et special	6 (ii)
A star is gone! a star is gone!	651
A street there is in Paris famous	723
A sudden wakin’, a sudden weepin’	892
A sunny shaft did I behold	568
A sweet disorder in the dress	266
A weary lot is thine, fair maid	559
A wind sways the pines	787
Abou ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)	598
About the little chambers of my heart	886
Above yon sombre swell of land	681
Absent from thee, I languish still	424
Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint	288
Adieu, farewell earth’s bliss!	177
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever	513
Ah, Chloris! that I now could sit	421
Ah! were she pitiful as she is fair	115
Ah, what avails the sceptred race	572
Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me	695
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon	748
Alexis, here she stay’d; among these pines	236
All holy influences dwell within	609
All in the April evening	893
All is best, though we oft doubt	333
All my past life is mine no more	425
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair	567
All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter	735
All that is moulded of iron	948
All the flowers of the spring	227
All the words that I utter	901
All thoughts, all passions, all delights	564
All under the leaves and the leaves of life	392
Allas! my worthi maister honorable	17
Amarantha sweet and fair	355
An ancient chestnut’s blossoms threw	579
And did those feet in ancient time	499
An old man in a lodge within a park	696
And Ishmael crouched beside a crackling briar	947
And, like a dying lady lean and pale	616
And wilt thou leave me thus!	43
And yet I cannot reprehend the flight	123 (III)
Angel, king of streaming morn	521
Angel spirits of sleep	841
April, April	870
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?	213
As doctors give physic by way of prevention	439
As I in hoary winter’s night	119
As I was walking all alane	390
As it fell upon a day	212
As one that for a weary space has lain	839
As ships, becalm’d at eve, that lay	749
As those we love decay, we die in part	458
As we rush, as we rush in the Train	802
As ye came from the holy land	34
As yonder lamp in my vacated room	682
Ask me no more where Jove bestows	297
Ask me why I send you here	262
Ask not the cause why sullen Spring	415
Assemble, all ye maidens, at the door	849
At her fair hands how have I grace entreated	73
At the last, tenderly	751
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly	594
Awake, Æolian lyre, awake	467
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!	848
Away! Away!	474
Away, delights! go seek some other dwelling	218
Away; let nought to Love displeasing	454
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon	624
Bacchus must now his power resign	456
Balow, my babe, lie still and sleep!	35
Bards of Passion and of Mirth	637
Be it right or wrong, these men among	32
Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come	842
Beauty clear and fair	222
Beauty sat bathing by a spring	97
Beauty, sweet Love, is like the morning dew	123 (V)
Before the beginning of years	813
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode	930
Behold her, single in the field	542
Being your slave, what should I do but tend	161
Best and brightest, come away	613
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu	951
Bid me to live, and I will live	274
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav’ns joy	317
Blow, blow, thou winter wind	146
Blown in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon	338
Blue is Our Lady’s colour	882
Bonnie Kilmeny gaed up the glen	528
Brave flowers—that I could gallant it like you	286
Brave lads in olden musical centuries	859
Breathes there the man with soul so dead	560
Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art	644
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew	679
Busy, curious, thirsty fly!	449
By feathers green, across Casbeen	894
By saynt Mary, my lady	38
Bytuene Mershe and Averil	3
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes	487, 520
Call not thy wanderer home as yet	912
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren	225
Calm on the bosom of thy God!	628
Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre	91
Charm me asleep, and melt me so	271
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry	264
Chloe’s a Nymph in flowery groves	407
Clerk Saunders and may Margaret	383
Come away, come away, death	144
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height	714
Come into the garden, Maud	715
Come, let us now resolve at last	428
Come little babe, come silly soul	83
Come live with me and be my Love	131
Come, O Thou Traveller unknown	459
Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace	104
Come, spur away	308
Come then, as ever, like the wind at morning!	915
Come thou, who art the wine and wit	282
Come unto these yellow sands	139
Come, worthy Greek! Ulysses, come	122
Condemn’d to Hope’s delusive mine	461
Consider, O my soul, what morn is this!	857
Corydon, arise, my Corydon!	65
Crabbàd Age and Youth	64
Cupid and my Campaspe play’d	95
Cynthia, to thy power and thee	215
Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the