and slumber446Hyd, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere16I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows?627I arise from dreams of thee618I ask no kind return of love489I came into the City and none knew me896I cannot change as others do426I cannot eat but little meat57I dare not ask a kiss258I did but look and love awhile430I do confess thou’rt smooth and fair192I do not love thee!—no! I do not love thee!699I dream’d that, as I wander’d by the way623I feed a flame within, which so torments me414I got me flowers to straw Thy way290I hate that drum’s discordant sound477I have a mistress, for perfections rare307I have been profligate of happiness920I have desired to go834I have had playmates, I have had companions587I heard a bird at dawn953I heard a linnet courting847I intended an Ode828I know a green grass path that leaves the field921I know a little garden-close809I know a thing that’s most uncommon451I know my soul hath power to know all things189I know not that the men of old706I leant upon a coppice gate818I like the hunting of the hare826I love, and He loves me again198I loved a lass, a fair one244I loved him not; and yet now he is gone571I loved thee once; I’ll love no more193I made another garden, yea833I must not grieve my Love, whose eyes would read123 (VI)I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong850I, my dear, was born to-day435I need not go820I play’d with you’ mid cowslips blowing602I pray thee, leave, love me no more126I said—Then, dearest, since’ tis so736I saw fair Chloris walk alone404I saw my Lady weep75I saw old Autumn in the misty morn655I saw where in the shroud did lurk589I sing of a maiden26I strove with none, for none was worth my strife584I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless686I that in heill was and gladnàss24I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide552I thought once how Theocritus had sung688I took my heart in my hand792I travell’d among unknown men531I wander’d lonely as a cloud544I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree903I will make you brooches and toys for your delight858I wish I were where Helen lies397I, with whose colours Myra dress’d her head106Ich am of Irlaunde2Ichot a burde in boure bryht5I’d a dream to-night667I’d wed you without herds, without money or rich array720I’m wearin’ awa’, John526I’ve heard them lilting at our ewe-milking480Iesu, swete sone dere!8If all the world and love were young132If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song471If doughty deeds my lady please483If I had thought thou couldst have died611If I should die, think only this of me960If rightly tuneful bards decide473If the quick spirits in your eye298If the red slayer think he slays680If there were dreams to sell676If thou hast squander’d years to grave a gem907If thou must love me, let it be for naught691If thou wilt ease thine heart675If to be absent were to be353In a drear-nighted December639In a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay53In a quiet water’d land, a land of roses866In a valley of this restles mind29In a after days when grasses high830In Clementina’s artless mien578In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept54In me, past, present, future meet958In ruling well what guerdon? Life runs low811In Scarlet town, where I was born399In somer when the shawes be sheyne25In the highlands, in the country places860In the hour of death, after this life’s whim967In the hour of my distress283In the merry month of May82In the morning light my damson showed941In Xanadu did Kubla Khan563Into the silver night856Into the skies, one summer’s day765Is it so small a thing763‘Is my team ploughing’879‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller934It fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day387It is a beauteous evening, calm and free535It is an ancient Mariner562It is not, Celia, in our power417It is not death, that sometime in a sigh657It is not growing like a tree204It is not to be thought of that the flood540It is the miller’s daughter709It was a dismal and a fearful night361It was a lover and his lass147It was a’ for our rightfu’ King519It was the Rainbow gave thee birth926It was not in the Winter659It was not like your great and gracious ways!770It was the Winter wilde315Its edges foam’d with amethyst and rose911Jenny kiss’d me when we met600John Anderson, my jo, John511Kindly watcher by my bed, lift no voice in prayer805Know, Celia, since thou art so proud301Last night, ah, yesternight betwixt her lips and mine913Last night, among his fellow roughs722Late at een, drinkin’ the wine382Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son328Lay a garland on my herse216Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust105Lenten ys come with love to toune4Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge10Let me go forth, and share871Let me not to the marriage of true minds172Let not Death boast his conquering power395Let others sing of Knights and Paladines123 (VII)Let the bird of loudest lay154Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice344Life! I know not what thou art488Life (priest and poet say) is but a dream582Like the Idalian queen233Like thee I once have stemm’d the sea of
By PanEris using Melati.
