Index Of First Lines

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough705
A celuy que pluys eyme en mounde6 (i)
A child’s plaything for an hour525
A! Fredome is a noble thing!, "FTN13A">13
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!800
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies854
A plenteous place is Ireland for hospitable cheer721
A rose, as fair as ever saw the North250
A rose for a young head952
A slumber did my spirit seal533
A soun tres chere et special6 (ii)
A star is gone! a star is gone!651
A street there is in Paris famous723
A sudden wakin’, a sudden weepin’892
A sunny shaft did I behold568
A sweet disorder in the dress266
A weary lot is thine, fair maid559
A wind sways the pines787
Abou ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)598
About the little chambers of my heart886
Above yon sombre swell of land681
Absent from thee, I languish still424
Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint288
Adieu, farewell earth’s bliss!177
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever513
Ah, Chloris! that I now could sit421
Ah! were she pitiful as she is fair115
Ah, what avails the sceptred race572
Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me695
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon748
Alexis, here she stay’d; among these pines236
All holy influences dwell within 609
All in the April evening893
All is best, though we oft doubt333
All my past life is mine no more425
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair567
All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter735
All that is moulded of iron948
All the flowers of the spring227
All the words that I utter901
All thoughts, all passions, all delights564
All under the leaves and the leaves of life392
Allas! my worthi maister honorable17
Amarantha sweet and fair355
An ancient chestnut’s blossoms threw579
And did those feet in ancient time499
An old man in a lodge within a park696
And Ishmael crouched beside a crackling briar947
And, like a dying lady lean and pale616
And wilt thou leave me thus!43
And yet I cannot reprehend the flight123 (III)
Angel, king of streaming morn521
Angel spirits of sleep841
April, April870
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?213
As doctors give physic by way of prevention439
As I in hoary winter’s night119
As I was walking all alane390
As it fell upon a day212
As one that for a weary space has lain839
As ships, becalm’d at eve, that lay749
As those we love decay, we die in part458
As we rush, as we rush in the Train802
As ye came from the holy land34
As yonder lamp in my vacated room682
Ask me no more where Jove bestows297
Ask me why I send you here262
Ask not the cause why sullen Spring415
Assemble, all ye maidens, at the door849
At her fair hands how have I grace entreated73
At the last, tenderly751
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly594
Awake, Æolian lyre, awake467
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!848
Away! Away!474
Away, delights! go seek some other dwelling218
Away; let nought to Love displeasing454
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon624
Bacchus must now his power resign456
Balow, my babe, lie still and sleep!35
Bards of Passion and of Mirth637
Be it right or wrong, these men among32
Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come842
Beauty clear and fair222
Beauty sat bathing by a spring97
Beauty, sweet Love, is like the morning dew123 (V)
Before the beginning of years813
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode930
Behold her, single in the field542
Being your slave, what should I do but tend161
Best and brightest, come away613
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu951
Bid me to live, and I will live274
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav’ns joy317
Blow, blow, thou winter wind146
Blown in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon338
Blue is Our Lady’s colour882
Bonnie Kilmeny gaed up the glen528
Brave flowers—that I could gallant it like you286
Brave lads in olden musical centuries859
Breathes there the man with soul so dead560
Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art644
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew679
Busy, curious, thirsty fly!449
By feathers green, across Casbeen894
By saynt Mary, my lady38
Bytuene Mershe and Averil3
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes487, 520
Call not thy wanderer home as yet912
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren225
Calm on the bosom of thy God!628
Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre91
Charm me asleep, and melt me so271
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry264
Chloe’s a Nymph in flowery groves407
Clerk Saunders and may Margaret383
Come away, come away, death144
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height714
Come into the garden, Maud715
Come, let us now resolve at last428
Come little babe, come silly soul83
Come live with me and be my Love131
Come, O Thou Traveller unknown459
Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace104
Come, spur away308
Come then, as ever, like the wind at morning!915
Come thou, who art the wine and wit282
Come unto these yellow sands139
Come, worthy Greek! Ulysses, come122
Condemn’d to Hope’s delusive mine461
Consider, O my soul, what morn is this!857
Corydon, arise, my Corydon!65
Crabbàd Age and Youth64
Cupid and my Campaspe play’d95
Cynthia, to thy power and thee215
Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the

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