Heap on more wood! the wind is chill....... Heaven, what an age is this............. He is the freeman whom the truth makes free...... 600 I arise from dreams of thee... 698 714 | I am a friar of orders gray. 964 734 I am by promise tied.... 655 483 766 86 283 188 I was a stricken deer, that left the herd.......... 790 .... 966 731 In the low-raftered garret..... ... In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes...... 461 | I will go back to the great sweet mother... In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter...1010 In s'umbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay. In summer, when the days were long.. In the ancient town of Bruges.. In the barn, the tenant cock... In the days that tried our fathers. In the hollow tree in the old gray tower. In the merry month of May In their ragged regimentals. In the region of clouds... In the still air the music lies unheard.. In the valley of the Pegnitz.. Into a ward of the whitewashed walls. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan..... In vain the cords and axes were prepared. 611 820 I will not have the mad Clytie.... 460 I will not let you say a woman's part. 143 86 I will paint her as I see her 652 I wish my hair cut.. 97 ...1011 923 I only knew she came and went.. Iphigeneia, when she heard her doom. 612 Just in the dubious point, where with the pool..... 669 ..1012 Just in thy mould and beauteous in thy form....... 626 873 1 praised the speech, but cannot now abide it....... 503 King Francis was a hearty king... 652 Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle... 451 | Merrily swinging on brier and weed....... Lady Clara Vere de Vere.. Lars Porsena of Clusium.. Last night, among his fellow roughs. Lay him beneath his snows............ Merry Margaret.... 267 Methinks it were no pain to die. 565 | Mica, mica, parva stella........ 476 122 295 993 Little Gretchen, little Gretchen wanders.. 127 Music, when soft voices die.. Linger not long. Home is not home without thee.. 244 | My boat is on the shore........... Listen, my children, and you shall hear. Lithe and long as the serpent train........ Little Ellie sits alone.. Little I ask; my wants are few. Little inmate, full of mirth Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown... 405 776 301 My beautiful, my beautiful!. 664 573 Long pored St. Austin o'er the sacred page............ 362 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains...... 316 75 My heart leaps up when I behold. 432 Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been..... 744 My heart's in the Highlands.. Love scorns degrees; the low he lifteth high...................... 136 | My voice is still for war......... 1 Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note Not only we, the latest seed of Time.. Now westward Sol had spent the richest beam...... 774 O, a dainty plant is the ivy green... 702 O Mistress mine, where are you roaming ?.. 122 831 358 413 O mother of a mighty race.... 587 186 O, my love's like the steadfast sun. 219 234 124 ... Once more unto the breach, dear friends 503 ... 563 476 Of all men, saving Sylla the man-slayer. O first of human blessings, and supreme!.......... Oft have I seen, at some cathedral door........ O gentle, gentle summer rain..... O God, methinks, it were a happy life O God! though sorrow be my fate... O go not yet, my love.... O, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun. O happiness! our being's end and aim!.. O hearts that never cease to yearn.... O how the thought of God attracts. O Italy, how beautiful thou art !... O, it is hard to work for God..... 926 On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore.... 128 462 On Linden, when the sun was low.. 198 Only waiting till the shadows 970 | On, on, my brown Arab 762 | O no, no,-let me lie... 147 On Richmond Hill there lives a lass 242 On the cross-beam under the Old South bell... 380 On the eighth day of March it was, some people ... O reader, hast thou ever stood to see 736 ... 513 368 ..1010 534 149 472 say.. ... ...1004 318 O perfect Light, which shaid away... O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonnie blue een.. 149 ... 592 |