INDEX TO FIRST LINES (The first line is given of every Poem, and of each Canto of the longer Poems: that of the Plays A noble Lady of the Italian shore (Poems 1816- A spirit passed before me: I beheld (Hebrew A year ago you swore, fond she! (Jeux d'Esprit, Absent or present, still to thee (Poems 1809- Adieu, adieu! my native shore (Childe Harold, Adieu, to sweet Mary for ever (Hours of Idleness), 71 Adieu, ye joys of La Valette! (Poems 1809-1813), Egle, beauty and poet, has two little crimes Ah! gentle. fleeting, wav'ring Sprite (Hours of Ah, heedless girl! why thus disclose (Hours of Ah! Love was never yet without (Poems 1800- Ah, Memory torture me no more (Hours of Ah! What should follow slips from my reflec- And, dost thou ask the reason of my sadness? And thou art dead, as young and fair (Poems And thou wert sad yet I was not with thee 1800-1813), 309 And wilt thou weep when I am low? (Hours of Anne's Eye is liken'd to the Sun (Hours of Idle- As by the fix'd decrees of Heaven (Hours of As o'er the cold sepulchral stone (Poems 1809- As the Liberty lads o'er the sea (Jeux d'Esprit, Away, away, ye notes of Woe! (Poems 1809- - your flattering arts (Hours of Away with your fictions of flimsy romance Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses! Behold the blessings of a lucky lot! (Jeux Belshazzar! from the banquet turn (Poems 1814- Beneath Blessington's eyes (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), Beside the confines of the Ægean main (Poems Bob Southey! You're a poet- Poet-Laureate Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred (Poems of Breeze of the night, in gentler sighs (Hours of Bright be the place of thy soul! (Poems 1814- But once I dared to lift my eyes (Poems 1816- Candour compels me, Becher! to commend Chill and mirk is the mighty blast (Poems 1809- Come, blue-eyed Maid of Heaven!-- but Thou, Could I remount the river of my years (Poems of Could Love for ever (Poems 1816-1823), 659 Dear are the days of youth! (Hours of Idleness), 1309 Do you know Dr Nott? (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), Doubtless, sweet girl! the hissing lead (Hours of Eliza ! What fools are the Mussulman sect Equal to Jove that youth must be (Hours of Ere the daughter of Brunswick is cold in her Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! (The Fame, Wisdom, Love, and Power were mine Famed for the contemptuous breach of sacred Famed for their civil and domestic quarrels Fare thee well! and if for ever (Poems of the Farewell! if ever fondest prayer (Poems 1814- Farewell to the Land, where the gloom of my Father of Light, great God of Heaven! (Hours Few years have pass'd since thou and I (Hours of Fill the goblet again! for I never before (Hours For Orford and for Waldegrave (Jeux d'Esprit, Friend of my youth! when young we rov'd From out the mass of never-dying ill (Prophecy of From the last hill that looks on thy once holy From this emblem what variance your motto God maddens him whom 'tis his will to lose Good plays are scarce (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), 1281 Hail, Muse! et cetera. - We left Juan sleeping Harriet, to see such Circumspection (Hours of He, unto whom thou art so partial (Jeux He who, sublime, in epic numbers roll'd (Hours Here once engaged the stranger's view (Hours of Here's a happy New Year! but with reason High in the midst, surrounded by his peers Hills of Annesley, Bleak and Barren (Hours of His father's sense, his mother's grace (Jeux How came you in Hob's pound to cool (Jeux I saw thee weep the big bright tear (B I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy nam I stood beside the grave of him who blaze I stood in Venice, on the "Bridge of Sighs" I want a hero: an uncommon want (Des Jun I watched thee when the foe was at our sit I wish to tune my quivering lyre (Hours of ida I would were a careless child (Hours of Iow I would to Heaven that I were so much da If Fate should seal my Death to-morrow (Har If for silver, or for gold (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), 1200 If, in the month of dark December (Poems 180 If sometimes in the haunts of men (Poems 1800 If that high world, which lies beyond (Hebere Ill-fated Heart! and can it be (Poems 1809-18:3) In Coron's bay floats many a galley light (Corsair In digging up your bones, Tom Paine (J In hearts like thine ne'er may I hold a place In law an infant, and in years a boy (Hearst In moments to delight devoted (Poems 1800- In Nottingham county there lives at Swan Green In one dread night our city saw, and sighed In one who felt as once he felt (Hours of Ide In the beginning was the Word next God (Mar- the dome of my Sires as the clear moonbeam the valley of waters we wept on the day the year since Jesus died for men (Siege of thee, I fondly hop'd to clasp (Hours of Idle- this beloved marble view (Poems 1816-1823), thy face like thy mother's, my fair child? is the hour when from the boughs (Parisina), seems that the Braziers propose soon to pass hn Adams lies here, of the parish of Southwell ind Reader! take your choice to cry or laugh now ye the land where the cypress and myrtle ady, accept the box a hero wore (Jeux d'Esprit, ady! if for the cold and cloudy clime (Prophecy ady! in whose heroic port (Poems 1816-1823), esbia! since far from you I've rang'd (Hours et Folly smile to view the names (Hours of ong years! - it tries the thrilling frame to bear Maid of Athens, ere we part (Poems 1809-1813), Many are Poets who have never penned (Proph- Marion! why that pensive brow? (Hours of Mingle with the genial bowl (Hours of Idleness), Montgomery! true, the common lot (Hours of Mrs Wilmot sate scribbling a play (Jeux d'Esprit, Muse of the many-twinkling feet! whose charms Must thou go, my glorious Chief (Poems 1814- My boat is on the Shore (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), 1203 My dear Mr Murray (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), 1295 My Sister! my sweet Sister! if a name (Poems My soul is dark- - Oh! quickly string (Hebrew Nay, smile not at my sullen brow (Childe Harold, Newstead! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome! Night wanes the vapours round the mountains Nisus, the guardian of the portal, stood (Hours No breath of air to break the wave (Giaour), 313 No specious splendour of this stone (Hours of Nose and Chin that make a knocker (Poems Not in those climes where I have late been O Love! O Glory! what are ye who fly (Don O Thou! who rollest in yon azure field (Jeux O thou yclep'd by vulgar sons of Men (Jeux O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea (Corsair, Of all the barbarous middle ages, that (Don Juan, Of all the twice ten thousand bards (Jeux Of rhymes I printed seven volumes (Jeux Of two fair Virgins, modest, though admired Oh, Anne, your offences to me have been grievous "Oh! banish care such ever be (Poems Oh, blood and thunder! and oh, blood and Oh, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now (Jeux Oh! could Le Sage's demon's gift (Hours of Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire (Hours of Oh, factious viper! whose envenom'd tooth Oh, Friend! for ever lov'd, for ever dear (Hours Oh! had my Fate been join'd with thine (Hours Oh how I wish that an embargo (Jeux d'Esprit, Oh Lady! when I left the shore (Poems 1809- Oh! little lock of golden hue (Hours of Idle- Oh, Mariamne! now for thee (Hebrew Melodies), Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire (Hours of Oh my lonely lonely lonely Pillow! Oh never talk again to me (Poems 1809-1813), Oh say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have Oh! snatched away in Beauty's bloom (Hebrew Oh talk not to me of a name great in story Oh, thou! in Hellas deemed of heavenly birth Oh! thou that roll'st above thy glorious Fire Oh Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls (Ode on Venice), 523 Oh well done, Lord E- -n! and better done, Oh! well I know your subtle Sex (Hours of Oh, Wellington! (or "Villainton” —- for Fame Oh! when shall the grave hide for ever my Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations Oh yes, I will own we were dear to each other Oh you, who in all names can tickle the town On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray Once fairly set out on his party of pleasure Once more in Man's frail world! which I had Our life is twofold: Sleep hath its own world Parent of golden dreams, Romance! (Hours of Posterity will ne'er survey (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), Still must I hear?-shall hoarse Fitzgerald be Stranger! behold, interred together (1 Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! (Her Sweet girl, though only once we met (How: ef Tambourgi! Tambourgi! thy 'larum adar The antique Persians taught three useful things The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the The chain I gave was fair to view (Poems 1800- The dead have been awakened - shall I sleep The Devil returned to Hell by two (Jer The fight was o'er; the flashing through the The Gods of old are silent on their shore (Fuem The "good old times". - all times when old are The Harp the Monarch Minstrel swept (Hebreu The Isles of Greece, The Isles of Greece (Dem The King was on his throne (Hebrew Melodia). The kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left (Poema The Land where I was born sits by the seas The man of firm and noble soul (Hours of lão The modest bard, like many a bard unknown The Moorish King rides up and down (Prems The Moralists tell us that Loving is Sinning The morning watch was come; the vessel lay The Night came on the Waters -all was rest The "Origin of Love!"- Ah, why (Poems The roses of Love glad the garden of life (Hours The sacred song that on mine ear (Jeux d'Esprit, The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain The Son of Love and Lord of War I sing (Jess The spell is broke, the charm is flown (Poems The Spirit of the fervent days of Old (Prophecy The wild gazelle on Judah's hills (Hebrew The winds are high on Helle's wave (Bride of The world is a bundle of hay (Jeux d'Esprit, The world is full of orphans: firstly, those (Don There be none of Beauty's daughters (Poems There is a mystic thread of life (Hours of Idle- There is a tear for all that die (Poems 1814-1816), 424 "There is a tide in the affairs of men" (Don Juan, There is no more for me to hope (Jeux d'Esprit, There was a time, I need not name (Hours of There's not a joy the world can give There's something in a stupid ass (Jeux d'Esprit, These locks, which fondly thus entwine (Hours They say that Hope is happiness (Poems 1814- Thine eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes (Hours This Band, which bound thy yellow hair (Hours This day, of all our days, has done (Jeux This faint resemblance of thy charms (Hours of This votive pledge of fond esteem (Hours of Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue (Hours of Thou art not false, but thou art fickle (Poems Thou lay thy branch of laurel down (Jeux Thou Power! who hast ruled me through In- Thou whose spell can raise the dead (Hebrew Though the day of my Destiny's over (Poems of Through cloudless skies, in silvery sheen (Poems Through Life's dull road, so dim and dirty (Jeux Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe Thy days are done, thy fame begun (Hebrew Thy verse is "sad" enough, no doubt (Hours of Time on whose arbitrary wing (Poems 1809- 'Tis done and shivering in the gale (Hours 'Tis done but yesterday a King! (Ode to 'Tis done! I saw it in my dreams (Hours of 'Tis fifty years, and yet their fray (Poems 1816- 'Tis known, at least it should be, that throughout "Tis midnight- but it is not dark (Poems 1816- 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved (Jeux Titan! to whose immortal eyes (Poems of July- To be the father of the fatherless (Poems 1816- To hook the Reader, you John Murray (Jeux 'Twas after dread Pultowa's day (Mazeppa), 'Twas now the hour, when Night had driven 'Twas now the noon of night, and all was still Unhappy Dives! in an evil hour (Jeux d'Esprit, Up to battle! Sons of Suli (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), 1305 Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the We do not curse thee, Waterloo! (Poems 1814- We sate down and wept by the waters (Hebrew Weep, daughter of a royal line (Poems 1809-1813), 302 Well! thou art happy, and I feel (Hours of Idle- Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be What are to me those honours or renown (Jeux What are you doing now (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), 1202 What matter the pangs of a husband and father 'What say I?" not a syllable further in When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home When all around grew drear and dark (Poems of When amatory poets sing their loves (Don Juan, When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no mat- When coldness wraps this suffering clay (Hebrew When Dryden's fool, "unknowing what he When energising objects men pursue " (Poems When fierce conflicting passions urge (Hours of When Friendship or Love (Hours of Idleness), 16 When I dream that you love me, you'll surely When I hear you express an affection so warm When I rov'd a young Highlander o'er the dark When Man, expell'd from Eden's bowers (Hours When Newton saw an apple fall. he found (Don |