Beneath the loveliest dream there coils a fear Best and brightest, come away Blossom on the plum Blow, blow, thou winter wind Break, break, break Brood not on things gone by But oh! what human tongue can speak Can I not come to Thee, my God Close thine eyes and sleep secure Come, live with me Come sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace Crown Winter with green Cuckoo calls in the heavenly weather Day! Faster and more fast Day moves to eve Dead lonely night, and all streets quiet now Deep on the convent roof the snows Die down, O dismal day Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Down with the rosemary and bays Drop, drop, slow tears Early in the springtime Earth has not anything to show more fair Fain would I wish what my heart cannot will Fair now is the springtide Fair Quiet, have I found thee here Father of spirits! Thine all secrets be Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat Fear no more the heat o' the sun March 31 Fine knacks for ladies! cheap, choice, brave and new Sept. First came the primrose For deeds doe die Forget not yet the tried intent 28 21 May April 23 - Aug. 22 For I have learned to look on Nature Frail life! in which through mists of human breath - Feb. Get up, get up for shame! - Nov. July 20 June 4 29 2 May I 28 Feb. ΙΟ - July - June . Feb. 16 5 7 Give me your hand. The glimmering star we sought - Oct. God who created me Go, lovely rose ! Gone were but the winter cold Hail, blithe September! Heard melodies are sweet He making speedy way through the 'spersed air Hence, all you vain delights He nothing common did nor mean Here let me rest amid the bearded grass He that is down needs fear no fall He there does now enjoy eternal rest He who bends to himself a joy He who for love has undergone Holly stand in the hall How beautiful is the rain! How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean How sweet I roamed How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! I am fevered with the sunset If e'er my son follow the war If music be the food of love, play on If then those days were sweet If there were dreams to sell If thou wilt ease thine heart If to be absent were to be If you go over desert and mountain I go my way, thou goest thine I have seen a curious child, who dwelt upon a tract I hear along our street I heard a voice that cried Dec. 26 - Sept. April 21 I I held it truth with him who sings I made another garden I marked all kindred powers I mourn no more my vanished years In calm and cool and silence, once again In somer when the shawes be sheyne In the hour of my distress Into my heart an air that kills I remember, I remember I saw no mortal beauty with these eyes I stand amid the roar I stay my haste, I make delays It is not growing, like a tree I walked to-day where Past and Present meet I wandered lonely as a cloud I will arise and go now I will go back to the great sweet mother I wonder do you feel to-day I wonder if the sap is stirring yet Jerusalem, my happy home Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows Joy of my life while left me here Keen fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there La vie est vaine Life and thought have gone away Life, we've been long together Look how the flower that lingeringly doth fade Lord, Thou hast given me a cell Lord, with what courage and delight Much have I travelled in the realms of gold 13 My days among the Dead are past My eyes are dim with childish tears My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My life is like a stroll upon the beach My Lord, my Love was crucified My love he built me a bonny bower My soul is an enchanted boat My soul, sit thou a patient looker-on My soul, there is a country Dec. 29 Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore - Sept. 30 No nightingale did ever chant Noon-and the north-west sweeps the empty road Nothing is left or lost Now Autumn's fire burns slow along the woods Now came still evening on, and twilight grey Now the hungry lion roars Now the joys of the road are chiefly these O blithe new-comer! I have heard O bold majestic downs, smooth, fair and lonely Holy Land, to which I longed to go O Lord, my God, do Thou Thy holy will O merry rang the hymn my garden, full of roses my vague desires ! Once in the wind of morning One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee Only to gods in heaven On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble O see ye na that braid, braid road - June June 22 Aug. 19 19 12 O to sail in a ship! O wild West Wind O Winter, wilt thou never, never go? O Wisdom, Sovereign Master of man's soul Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day Perplext in faith; but pure in deeds Proud Maisie is in the wood Pure souls that watch above me Put by the wheel, the summer's done Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Say not the struggle nought availeth See, yonder kneels the Magdalene in tears - She stood breast-high amid the corn Sometimes in the evening So shuts the marigold her leaves Spring speaks again, and all our woods are stirred Strong Son of God, immortal Love Strew on her roses, roses Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Surely one star above all stars shall brighten Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright Sweeter 'tis to hearken Sweet soul, do with me as thou wilt Swiftly walk o'er the western wave Take them, O Death! and bear away Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind Tell them that walk upon the floor of peace That each who seems a separate whole That time of year thou may'st in me behold The clouds have left the sky |