As it befell As it fell upon a day Ask ye me why I send you here? A slumber did my spirit seal As Memnon's marble harp, renowned of old As ships becalmed at eve As unto blowing roses summer dews As vonce I valked by a dismal svamp A sweet, attractive kind of grace. A sweet disorder in the dress At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay At summer eve, when Heaven's aerial bow At the approach of extreme peril. At the King's gate the subtle noon SCOTT TENNYSON COLERIDGE HERRICK. W. ALLINGHAM PAGE WORDSWORTH 326 158 274 122 270 442 198 W. BLAKE 29 BROWNING 282 CHARLES SPRAGUE 225 WORDSWORTH 221 73 237 198 158 502 224 LONGFELLOW ROBERT SOUTHWELL Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints whose bones MILTON Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter A wet sheet and a flowing sea Bankrupt, our pockets inside out Beaver roars hoarse with melting snows Being asked by an intimate party Below the bottom of the great abyss. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy father Between the dark and the daylight Blackened and bleeding, helpless, panting, prone Blue crystal vault and elemental fires Brave Schill, by death delivered Break, Fantasy, from thy cave of cloud Bury the Great Duke Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride But all our praises, why should lords engross But are ye sure the news is true? But fare you weel, auld Nickie-Ben. But for ye speken of such gentilesse But I wol turn againe to Ariadne But souls that of his own good life partake Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin Calm and still light on yon great plain' Come on, come on, and where you go Come on, sir, here's the place: stand still Come seeling night. Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged Come to Licöo! the sun is riding Come to the river's reedy shore Dark fell the night, the watch was set Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die Dear my friend and fellow-student Dinas Emlinn, lament, for the moment is nigh Each care-worn face is but a book Faintly as tolls the evening chime Faire Daffodills, we weep to see Fare thee well! and if forever Farewell, ye lofty spires Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn Give place, ye ladies, and begone. God moves in a mysterious way. God of science and of light Goe, happy rose, and interwove Go, soul, the body's guest Grandmother's mother; her age I guess Great Ocean! strongest of Creation's sons Hail to the chief who in triumph advances Happy those early days when I . Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings Hath this world without me wrought? Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss-shay? He clasps the crag with hooked hands He is gone is dust He is gone on the mountains He leaves the earth, and says enough Hence, all you vain delights! Hence, loathed melancholy! Hence, vain deluding joys! Here is the place; right over the hill Here let us live, and spend away our lives Her fingers shame the ivory keys Her finger was so small the ring Her house is all of echo made He's a rare man He's gane! he's gane! he's frae us torn He that loves a rosy cheek He works in rings, in magic rings of chance Hope smiled when your nativity was cast How changed is here each place man makes or fills! How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean! How many a time have I WOTTON How many thousand of my poorest subjects How oft when thou my music, music play'st How soon hath time, the subtle thief of youth. How they go by, those strange and dreamlike men! How young and fresh am I to-night! I am holy while I stand I called on dreams and visions to disclose I came to a laund of white and green. |