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Collected English Verse — Index Of First Lines (Part 7 of 8)

464
To these whom death again did wed 351
To-day’s house makes to-morrow’s road 966
To-night retired, the queen of heaven 475
Too late for love, too late for joy 789
Too solemn for day, too sweet for night 647
Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles 817
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank 379
Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet? 753
Tune thy music to thy heart 68
’Twas on a lofty vase’s side 468
’Twas the dream of a God 864
’Twould ring the bells of Heaven 932
Under the arch of Life, where love and death 781
Under the greenwood tree 145
Under the wide and starry sky 862
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward 783
Underneath this myrtle shade 359
Underneath this sable herse 254
Unhappy Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state 90
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! 689
Up the airy mountain 776
Upon my lap my sovereign sits 175
Urns and odours bring away! 152
Veil not thy mirror, sweet Amine 673
Venus, take my votive glass 436
Verse, a breeze ’mid blossoms straying 565
Vital spark of heav’nly flame! 453
Waes-hael for knight and dame! 683
Wales England wed; so I was bred. 874
We are the music makers 832
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee 949
We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest 349
We swing ungirded hips 964
We, that did nothing study but the way 287
We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night 661
We were playing on the green together 887
We were young, we were merry, we were very very wise 885
We’ve trod the maze of error round 495
Weave the warp, and weave the woof 466
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan 224
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee 116
Weep with me, all you that read 203
Weep you no more, sad fountains 74
Welcome, maids of honour! 259
Welcome, welcome! do I sing 248
Well then! I now do plainly see 362
Were I as base as is the lowly plain 125
Western wind, when will thou blow 31
What beck’ning ghost, along the moonlight shade 452
What bird so sings, yet so does wail? 96
What conscience, say, is it in thee 273
What have I done for you 855
What is this life if, full of care 928
What is your substance, whereof are you made 159
What needs complaints 277
What nymph should I admire or trust 432
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? 963
What should I say? 44
What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see 50
What was he doing, the great god Pan 687
When as the chill Charokko blows 400 (II)
When by thy scorn, O murd’ress, I am dead 207
When by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked 784
When, Cœlia, must my old day set 408
When daisies pied and violets blue 135
When, dearest, I but think of thee 337
When Death to either shall come 846
When fishes flew and forests walked 931
When God at first made Man 293
When I am dead, my dearest 791
When I consider how my light is spent 327
When I had money, money, O! 927
When I have borne in memory what has tamed 541
When I have fears that I may cease to be 642
When I lie where shades of darkness 935
When I some antique Jar behold 450
When I survey the bright 306
When icicles hang by the wall 136
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes 156
When in the chronicle of wasted time 170
When Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year 700
When like the rising day 671
When Love with unconfinàd wings 357
When lovely woman stoops to folly 481
When maidens such as Hester die 588
When men shall find thy flow’r, thy glory, pass 123 (IV)
When our two souls stand up erect and strong 692
When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies 910
When the fierce North-wind with his airy forces 445
When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces 812
When the lamp is shatter’d 621
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom 869
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame 491
When the world is burning 754
When thou must home to shades of underground 182
When thou, poor Excommunicate 299
When thy beauty appears 447
When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought 157
When we two parted 605
When we were idlers with the loitering rills 654
When whispering strains doe softly steal 405
When you and I have play’d the little hour 888
When you destroy a blade of grass 936
When you are old and gray and full of sleep 902
When youthful faith hath fled 629
Whenas in silks my Julia goes 267
Whenas the rye reach to the chin 112
Where, like a pillow on a bed 208
Where the bee sucks, there suck I 140
Where the pools are bright and deep 527
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles 737
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown 872
Where the remote Bermudas ride 370
Wherefore, unlaurell’d Boy 649
Whether on Ida’s shady brow 497
While that the sun with his beams hot 63
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding 843
Who hath his fancy pleasàd 99
Who is it that, this dark night 100
Who is Silvia? What is she? 133
Whoe’er she be 345
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm 210
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant 555
Why do you hide, O dryads! when we seek 943
Why does your brand sae drop wi’ blude 384
Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why 427
Why, having won her, do I woo? 769
Why I tie about thy wrist 268
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?

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464
To these whom death again did wed	351
To-day’s house makes to-morrow’s road	966
To-night retired, the queen of heaven	475
Too late for love, too late for joy	789
Too solemn for day, too sweet for night	647
Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles	817
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank	379
Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?	753
Tune thy music to thy heart	68
’Twas on a lofty vase’s side	468
’Twas the dream of a God	864
’Twould ring the bells of Heaven	932

Under the arch of Life, where love and death	781
Under the greenwood tree	145
Under the wide and starry sky	862
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward	783
Underneath this myrtle shade	359
Underneath this sable herse	254
Unhappy Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state	90
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!	689
Up the airy mountain	776
Upon my lap my sovereign sits	175
Urns and odours bring away!	152

Veil not thy mirror, sweet Amine	673
Venus, take my votive glass	436
Verse, a breeze ’mid blossoms straying	565
Vital spark of heav’nly flame!	453

Waes-hael for knight and dame!	683
Wales England wed; so I was bred.	874
We are the music makers	832
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee	949
We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest	349
We swing ungirded hips	964
We, that did nothing study but the way	287
We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night	661
We were playing on the green together	887
We were young, we were merry, we were very very wise	885
We’ve trod the maze of error round	495
Weave the warp, and weave the woof	466
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan	224
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee	116
Weep with me, all you that read	203
Weep you no more, sad fountains	74
Welcome, maids of honour!	259
Welcome, welcome! do I sing	248
Well then! I now do plainly see	362
Were I as base as is the lowly plain	125
Western wind, when will thou blow	31
What beck’ning ghost, along the moonlight shade	452
What bird so sings, yet so does wail?	96
What conscience, say, is it in thee	273
What have I done for you	855
What is this life if, full of care	928
What is your substance, whereof are you made	159
What needs complaints	277
What nymph should I admire or trust	432
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?	963
What should I say?	44
What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see	50
What was he doing, the great god Pan	687
When as the chill Charokko blows	400 (II)
When by thy scorn, O murd’ress, I am dead	207
When by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked	784
When, Cœlia, must my old day set	408
When daisies pied and violets blue	135
When, dearest, I but think of thee	337
When Death to either shall come	846
When fishes flew and forests walked	931
When God at first made Man	293
When I am dead, my dearest	791
When I consider how my light is spent	327
When I had money, money, O!	927
When I have borne in memory what has tamed	541
When I have fears that I may cease to be	642
When I lie where shades of darkness	935
When I some antique Jar behold	450
When I survey the bright	306
When icicles hang by the wall	136
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes	156
When in the chronicle of wasted time	170
When Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year	700
When like the rising day	671
When Love with unconfinàd wings	357
When lovely woman stoops to folly	481
When maidens such as Hester die	588
When men shall find thy flow’r, thy glory, pass	123 (IV)
When our two souls stand up erect and strong	692
When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies	910
When the fierce North-wind with his airy forces	445
When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces	812
When the lamp is shatter’d	621
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom	869
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame	491
When the world is burning	754
When thou must home to shades of underground	182
When thou, poor Excommunicate	299
When thy beauty appears	447
When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought	157
When we two parted	605
When we were idlers with the loitering rills	654
When whispering strains doe softly steal	405
When you and I have play’d the little hour	888
When you destroy a blade of grass	936
When you are old and gray and full of sleep	902
When youthful faith hath fled	629
Whenas in silks my Julia goes	267
Whenas the rye reach to the chin	112
Where, like a pillow on a bed	208
Where the bee sucks, there suck I	140
Where the pools are bright and deep	527
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles	737
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown	872
Where the remote Bermudas ride	370
Wherefore, unlaurell’d Boy	649
Whether on Ida’s shady brow	497
While that the sun with his beams hot	63
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding	843
Who hath his fancy pleasàd	99
Who is it that, this dark night	100
Who is Silvia? What is she?	133
Whoe’er she be	345
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm	210
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant	555
Why do you hide, O dryads! when we seek	943
Why does your brand sae drop wi’ blude	384
Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why	427
Why, having won her, do I woo?	769
Why I tie about thy wrist	268
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?