England739O turn away those cruel eyes406O waly, waly, up the bank398O were my Love yon lilac fair516O what a plague is love!402O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms640O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being617O world, be nobler, for her sake!916O world invisible, we view thee873O would I were where I would be!403O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she15Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw508Of all the flowers rising now766Of all the girls that are so smart455Of all the torments, all the cares440Of Nelson and the North591Of Neptune’s empire let us sing183Of on that is so fayr and bright9Oft have I seen at some cathedral door697Oft, in the stilly night593Often I think of the beautiful town694Often rebuked, yet always back returning744Oh how comely it is and how reviving332Oh some are fond of red wine, and some are fond of white939On a day—alack the day!134On a starr’d night Prince Lucifer uprose786On a time the amorous Silvy81On either side the river lie708On parent knees, a naked new-born child492On the deck of Patrick Lynch’s boat I sat in woful plight743On the wide level of a mountain’s head566On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble878Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee536One more Unfortunate662One word is too often profaned622Only a man harrowing clods822O’re the smooth enameld green320Orpheus with his lute made trees153Others abide our question. Thou art free762Out of the earth to rest or range940Out of the night that covers me853Out upon it, I have loved335Over hill, over dale137Over the mountains401Over the sea our galleys went726Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day!214Passions are liken’d best to floods and streams84Past ruin’d Ilion Helen lives575Peace, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on?865Perhaps, long hence, when I have pass’d away819Phœbus, arise!232Piping down the valleys wild500Poet, let passion sleep946(ii)Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth174Praise is devotion fit for mighty minds311Pray but one prayer for me’ twixt thy closed lips806Proud Maisie is in the wood556Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak576Pure stream, in whose transparent wave478Put out to sea, if wine thou wouldest make923Queen and huntress, chaste and fair194Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose457Quhen Flora had o’erfret the firth58Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir938Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife665Red o’er the forest peers the setting sun626Released from the noise of the Butcher and Baker438Remember me when I am gone away794Rest! This little Fountain runs604Riches I hold in light esteem746Robin sat on gude green hill20Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river674Rorate coeli desuper!23Rose-cheek’d Laura, come179Roses, their sharp spines being gone151Round the cape of a sudden came the sea734Royal Charlie’s now awa’463Sabrina fair323Say, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil187Say not the struggle naught availeth750Says Tweed to Till393Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frown’d548Seamen three! What men be ye?603Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!634See how the flowers, as at parade365See the Chariot at hand here of Love199See what a mass of gems the city wears919See where she sits upon the grassie greene89See with what simplicity368Sense with keenest edge unusàd844Seven weeks of sea, and twice seven days of storm825Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?155Shall I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel814Shall I thus eve-long, and be no whit the neare?62Shall I, wasting in despair245She beat the happy pavàment354She comes not when Noon is on the roses906She dwelt among the untrodden ways530She fell away in her first ages spring93She is not fair to outward view652She pass’d away like morning dew653She said, ‘They gave me of their best852She stood breast-high amid the corn660She walks in beauty, like the night607She walks—the lady of my delight851She was a phantom of delight543She who to Heaven more heaven doth annex342She’s somewhere in the sunlight strong908Should auld acquaintance be forgot509Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night269Since first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye78Since I noo mwore do zee your feëace668Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part127Sing his praises that doth keep217Sing lullaby, as women do55Sister, awake! close not your eyes!76Sleep, our lord, and for thy peace956Sleep, sleep, beauty bright504So shuts the marigold her leaves252So, we’ll go no more a- roving606Softly, O midnight Hours!742Sombre and rich, the skies909Some vex their souls with jealous pain429Some years ago, ere time and taste670Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife476Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king176Stand close around, ye Stygian set580Stay, O sweet, and do not rise!205Steer, hither steer your wingàd pines249Stern Daughter of the voice of God!545Still do the stars impart their light340Still let my tyrants know, I am not doom’d to wear745Still to be neat, still to be drest196Strange fits of passion have I known529Strew on her roses,
By PanEris using Melati.
