A boy skips flat stones out to sea – each does fine 1053
A city plum is not a plum 776
A constant keeping-past of shaken trees 795
A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket 1009
A horn hung on an oak 1042
A lake 719
A lamb could not get born. Ice wind 1066
A misremembered lyric: a soft catch of its song 1098
A mountain’s giddy height I sought 800
A picture has no grammar. It has neither evil nor good. It has only colour, say orange or mauve 1016
A silent conquering army 1026
A slumber did my spirit seal 566
A square, squat room (a cellar on promotion) 802
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still 885
A sweet disorder in the dresse 294
A thousand martyrs I have made 356
A touch of cold in the Autumn night 832
A way feare with thy projectes, noe false fyre 151
A worm fed on the heart of Corinth 853
A wreathed garland of deserved praise 249
A year ago I fell in love with the functional ward 981
About suffering they were never wrong 936
About ten days or so 1100
Above her face 1062
Absence, the noble truce 169
Absent from thee I languish still 393
Accept thou Shrine of my Dead Saint 267
Adam lay y-bownden bownden in a bond 46
Adieu, farewell earths blisse 176
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever 534
Ae weet forenicht i’ the yow-trummle 889
After dark vapours have oppress’d our plains 609
Aftir that hervest inned had hise sheves 41
Against an elm a sheep was ty’d 442
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men 1008
Aged man, that mowes these fields 313
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain 725
Ah friend, ’tis true – this truth you lovers know – 429
‘Ah, he was a grand man’ 1071
Ah! no, not these! 812
Ah! sad wer we as we did peäce 750
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time 540
Al night by the rosë, rosë 4
Alas! for Peter not an helping Hand 602
Alas my love, ye do me wrong 103
Alas, so all thinges nowe doe holde their peace 90
All day and night, save winter, every weather 844
All hushed and still within the house 706
All is lithogenesis – or lochia 910
All my past life is mine noe more 355
All the night sleep came not upon my eyelids 760
Always the same hills 1007
Amazing monster! that, for aught I know 691
An Age in her Embraces past 394
An affable Irregular 893
An incident here and there 953
Ancient Person, for whom I 392
And as in well-growne woods, on trees, cold spinie Grashoppers 205
And as in winter time when Jove his cold-sharpe javelines throwes 205
And at the upper end of that faire rowme 117
And call yee this to utter what is just 154
And did those feet in ancient time 584
‘And first the walles and dark entrie I sought’ 90
And here the precious dust is layd 271
And now behold your tender Nurse the Ayre 148
And the deepened stillness as a calm, cast over us 922
And thou wert sad – yet I was not with thee 680
And what’s your tune? 716
Another and another and another 721
Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees 865
April is the cruellest month, breeding 876
As a child, they could not keep me from wells 1008
As bryght Phebus, scheyn soverane hevynnys e 67
As he came near death things grew shallower for us 1012
As I drive to the junction of lane and highway 836
As I in hoarie Winters night stoode shivering in the snow 141
As I lay asleep in Italy 615
As I was walking all alane 580
As I was walking in the Mall of late 374
As in that trance of wondrous thought I lay 656
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame 790
As some brave Admiral, in former War 363
As some fond virgin, whom her mother’s care 424
As virtuous men passe mildly away 227
As when it hapneth that some lovely Towne 236
As you came from the holy land 109
Ash on an old man’s sleeve 941
Aske me no more whither doe stray 272
At dawn she unmasked 812
At dinner she is hostess, I am host 746
At half-past eight o’clock, booms, hencoops, spars 619
At night, sometimes, when I cannot sleep 1009
At noon, in the dead centre of a faith 1079
At Polwart on the Green 428
At Timon’s Villa let us pass a day 446
At the large foot of a fair hollow tree 330
At the round earths imagin’d corners, blow 231
Autumn resumes the land, ruffles the woods 1056
Avenge O Lord thy slaughter’d Saints, whose bones 352
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night 732
Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair 674
Ay me, alas, heigh ho, heigh ho! 191
Barely a twelvemonth after 975
Basho, coming 1044
Batter my heart, three person’d God, for, you 232
Be plain in Dress and sober in your Diet 450
Be this was said a grondyn dart leit he glide 66
Because I liked you better 920
Before the Moone should circlewise close both hir homes in one 98
Before we shall again behold 350
Behind her big fan 812
Behind his wife stood, ever fixed alone 320
Beholde this fle- 94
Below the surface-stream, shallow and light 767
Best and brightest, come away 651
Between the brown hands of a server-lad 859
Bitwenë March and Avëril 5
Blows the wind today, and the sun and the rain are flying 811
Borgia, thou once wert almost too august 680
Bothered by his wife 1063
’Bout th’ Husband Oke, the Vine 275
Brag, sweet tenor bull 1003
Brick dust in sunlight 982
Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art 640
Brisk chaunticleer his mattins had begun 481
— Brook and road 699
… but chief of all 342
But for lust we could be friends 962
but now lead on 339
But sweet sister death has gone debauched today 923
But there are 609
‘But why do you go?’ said the lady, while both sat under the yew 741
Butt stay my thoughts, make end, geve fortune way 221
By our first strange and fatall interview 161
By Saynt Mary, my lady 75
By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand 840
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin’ lazy at the sea 806
By the waters of Babylon 79
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes 746
Call for the Robin-Red-brest and the wren 209
Calm is the morn without a sound 714
Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre 143
Camden, most reverend head, to whom I owe 215
Can death be faithfull or the grave be just 362
Care-charmer sleepe, sonne of the Sable night 125
Careful Observers may fortel the Hour 415
Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings 1064
Children, if you dare to think 900
Children of wealth in your warm nursery 927
Chloe, in Verse by your commande I write 356
Christ was the word that spake it 100
Christ, whose Glory fills the Skies 468
Christ’s teeth ascended with him into heaven 1068
Chronos, Chronos, mend thy Pace 405
Clay is the word and clay is the flesh 946
Close and slow, summer is ending in Hampshire 932
Cold in the earth – and the deep snow piled above thee 706
‘Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height’ 709
Come live with mee, and be my love 174
Come my CELIA, let us prove 190
Come unto these yellow sands 208
Comes to mind as another small upheaval 1078
Condemn’d to hope’s delusive mine 519
Constant Penelope, sends to thee carelesse Ulisses 107
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane 452
Cosmus hath more discoursing in his head 148
Cou’d our First Father, at his toilsome Plough 412
Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown 328
Creation’s mildest charms are there combin’d 494
Crossing alone the nighted ferry 919
Crowding this beach 1028
Cyriack, this three years day these eys though clear 353
Dark house, by which once more I stand 713
Dazel’d thus, with height of place 311
Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush 775
Dear Cloe, how blubber’d is that pretty Face? 426
Dear little Bog-Face 945
Dearest, it was a night 825
Death be not proud, though some have called thee 231
Deere to my soule, then leave me not forsaken 126
Descended of an ancient Line 381
Design, or chance, makes others wive 279
Do not go gentle into that good night 968
Doing, a filthy pleasure is, and short 265
Done is a battell on the dragon blak 63
Doris, I that could repell 310
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet 804
Down the close darkening lanes they sang their way 858
Down to me quickly, down! I am such dust 826
Downe in the depth of mine iniquity 171
Draw me nere, draw me nere 72
Dulled by the slow glare of the yellow bulb 951
Each inmost peece in me is thine 155
Early, each morning, Martha Blake 991
Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, vaulty, voluminous,… stupendous 794
Earth has not any thing to shew more fair 590
Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound 111
Erthë tok of erthe 6
Even in the bluest noonday of July 799
Even now there are places where a thought might grow 1045
Even suche is tyme that takes in trust 223
Every day I see from my window 1015
Everyone suddenly burst out singing 860
Everything passes and vanishes 792
Evil, if rightly understood 508
Fair Amoret is gone astray 410
Faire Friend, ’tis true, your beauties move 265
Fall leaves fall die flowers away 706
Far in a western brookland 816
Farewel, too little and too lately known 380
Farewell, Life! My senses swim 700
Farewell sweet Boy, complaine not of my truth 170
Farewell, this world! I take my leve for evere 70
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy 215
Father of lights! what Sunnie seed 316
Fayre Summer droops, droope men and beasts therefore 176
Feare no more the heate o’ th’ Sun 200
Fifteen men on the Dead Man’s Chest 791
Fine knacks for ladies, cheape choise brave and new 178
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June 841
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length 554
Followe thy faire sunne unhappy shaddowe 183
Fond Painter, why woulds’t thou my picture draw? 237
For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love 224
For maple and for pine 1055
For now, and since first break of dawne the Fiend 336
For shame, thou everlasting Woer 307
For the doubling of flowers is the improvement of the gardners talent 488
Forbear bold Youth, all’s Heaven here 340
Forget not yet the tryde entent 82
Forsaken woods, trees with sharpe storms opprest 151
Fra banc to banc fra wod to wod I rin 110
From a friend’s friend I taste friendship 945
From Frozen Climes, and Endless Tracks of Snow 413
From my father my strong heart 1007
From the hagg and hungrie goblin 212
Full fadom five thy Father lies 209
Gasholders, russet among fields 1025
Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may 294
George the Third 898
‘Get up!’ the caller calls, ‘Get up!’ 789
Give me my Scallop shell of quiet 186
Gloria mundi est 7
Glory be to God for dappled things 778
Go forth myn hert wyth my lady 46
Go, litel boke, go, litel myn tragedye 12
Go lovely Rose 278
God give me strength to lead a double life 1100
God hath the whole world perfect made, and free 210
God moves in a mysterious way 511
God of our fathers, known of old 818
Goe hurtles soules, whom mischiefe hath opprest 103
Goe soule the bodies guest 126
Gold and al this worldës wyn 7
Gone, gone again 855
Good, and great GOD, can I not thinke of thee 217
‘Good-morning; good-morning!’ the General said 860
Good-night to the Season! ’tis over! 663
Grass of levity 201
Grasshopper thrice-happy! who 310
Great Folks are of a finer Mold 449
Gut eates all day, and lechers all the night 217
Had we but World enough, and Time 368
Happy Insect, what can be 319
Happy those early dayes! when I 303
Hard by the lilied Nile I saw 719
Hark, all ye lovely saints above 159
Harke, al you ladies that do sleep 121
Harke how my Celia, with the choyce 270
Harmonious powers with nature work 670
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion 512
Having been tenant long to a rich Lord 243
He could raise Scruples dark and nice 326
He did not wear his scarlet coat 819
He disappeared in the dead of winter 929
He first deceas’d: She for a little tri’d 276
He gazed and gazed and gazed and gazed 776
He is gone on the mountain 603
He sees the gentle stir of birth 711
He sipped at a weak hock and seltzer 921
He that but once too nearly hears 727
He was lodging above in Coom 830
He was the first always: Fortune 739
Hear the voice of the Bard! 538
Hearke, now everything is still 212
Heere uninterr’d suspendes (though not to save 242
Hence to deep Acheron they take their way 403
Her Chariot ready straight is made 240
Here are two pictures from my father’s head 1037
Here I am, an old man in a dry month 871
Here, in this little Bay 777
Here Johnson lies; what human can deny 513
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can 513
Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such 513
Here lies the best and worst of Fate 291
Here lies Wise and Valiant Dust 292
Here lies wrapt up in forty thousand towels 467
Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind 514
Here should my wonder dwell, and here my praise 276
Here’s to the maiden of Bashful fifteen 516
Hereto I come to view a voiceless ghost 835
Heroes, and Kings! your distance keep 463
He’s gone, and all our plans 860
High diddle diddle 495
His bodie was as straight as Circes wand 156
His Golden lockes, Time hath to Silver turn’d 110
His Grace! impossible! what dead! 430
His hand came from the east 987
Horse Boyle was called Horse Boyle because of his brother Mule 1087
Hot sunne, coole fire, temperd with sweet aire 167
Hours before dawn we were woken by the quake 938
How comes it, Flora, that, whenever we 761
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean 247
How Life and Death in Thee 285
How like an Angel came I down! 345
How many times Nights silent Queene her Face 218
How often have I carried our family word 1078
How sleep the Brave, who sink to Rest 477
How small, of all that human hearts endure 495
How vainly men themselves amaze 372
Hurry me Nymphs! O, hurry me 687
I always remember your beautiful flowers 966
I am a man now 982
I am in love, meantime, you think; no doubt you would think so 731
‘I am just going outside and may be some time’ 1083
I am the ancient Apple-Queen 804
I am – yet what I am, none cares or knows 710
I cannot tell you how it was 739
I caught a little ladybird 776
I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- 778
I could not look on Death, which being known 862
I couldn’t touch a stop and turn a screw 808
I did not live until this time 340
‘I fear thee, ancient Mariner! 607
I finde hou whilom ther was on 37
I found a ball of grass among the hay 688
I gave to Hope a watch of mine: but he 246
I had come to the edge of the water 1080
I have been here before 751
I have been noting events forty years 904
I have been young, and now am not too old 899
I have got into the slow train 1051
I have laborede sore and suffered deyyth 49
I have lived in important places, times 980
I have met them at close of day 869
I have put on a grotesque mask 1101
I imagine this midnight moment’s forest 976
I leant upon a coppice gate 824
I love my work and my children. God 1011
I love you, rotten 879
I met a traveller from an antique land 611
I met ayont the cairney 890
I might, unhappie word, ô me, I might 120
I now thinke, Love is rather deafe, then blind 238
I only knew one poet in my life 722
I ordered this, this clean wood box 1001
I place my hope on the water 1096
I play a spade: – Such strange new faces 676
I pray thee Nymph Penaeis stay, I chase not as a fo 95
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo 653
I saw Eternity the other night 305
I saw faire Cloris walke alone 321
I say although the fire were wondrous hot 122
I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure 227
I see as through a skylight in my brain 1014
I sing of Brooks, of Blossomes, Birds, and Bowers 293
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife 711
I struck the board, and cry’d, No more 246
I syng of a mayden that is makëles 47
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I 740
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless 698
I that in heill wes and gladnes 59
I’ the how-dumb-deid o’ the cauld hairst nicht 889
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day 794
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning 894
I wander thro’ each charter’d street 541
I was angry with my friend 542
I was going up to say something 1037
I was not borne to Helicon, nor dare 257
I was of delicate mind. I went aside for my needs 862
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! 591
I watch the happier people of the house 802
I went to the Garden of Love 541
‘I wille you allë swalewë withouten any bot 8
I wonder do you feel today 726
I wrote: in the dark cavern of our birth 987
Ich am of Irlande 3
If a pig wore a wig 776
If all the world and love were young 175
If any question why we died 862
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath 859
If ought of Oaten Stop, or Pastoral Song 477
If there were, oh! an Hellespont of cream 201
If you complain your Flames are hot 388
I’m going out to dine at Gray’s 884
I’m wearin’ awa’, John 661
I’me made in sport by Nature, when 395
Imprimis – My departed Shade I trust 480
In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland 781
In a herber green asleep whereas I lay 93
In a solitude of the sea 831
In a somur sesoun whan softe was the sonne 15
In all the space of space 1094
In my childhood trees were green 940
In Night when colours all to blacke are cast 172
In our town, people live in rows 844
In pious times, e’r Priest-craft did begin 376
In Saturn’s Reign, at Nature’s Early Birth 396
In Siberia’s wastes 707
In such a Night, when every louder Wind 417
In summers heate and mid-time of the day 159
In that instant 1029
In that same Gardin all the goodly flowres 114
In the first taxi he was alone tra-la 991
In the forest of Noyous Hevynes 44
In the third decade of March 1069
In the way that the most of the wind 1038
In the wrackes of Walsingham 177
In this cold Monument lies one 390
In this little Urne is laid 296
In this small fort, besieged with snow 478
In this strang labourinth how shall I turne? 234
In this world (the Isle of Dreames) 296
In to thir dirk and drublie dayis 64
In unexperienc’d Infancy 347
In what torne ship soever I embarke 232
‘In winter, when the fields are white 773
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 604
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors 977
Into my heart an air that kills 816
Is she mine, – and for life 813
Is there a solitary wretch who hies 546
Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime 334
It fell upon a holly eve 100
It had been badly shot 1080
It is a fearful thing to be 876
It is an ancyent Marinere 547
It is December in Wicklow 1043
It is early morning within this room: without 956
It is most curious to see what a power a few calm words (in 731
It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down 1073
It is summer, and we are in a house 1032
It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange 963
It little profits that an idle king 696
It once might have been, once only 752
It was my thirtieth year to heaven 960
It was the first gift he ever gave her 1096
It was the Winter wilde 280
It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined 1099
‘Ithin the woodlands, flow’ry gleäded 734
It’s Lamkin was a mason good 587
James Cagney was the one up both our streets 1076
Jean-Baptiste Chardin 1091
Just like unto a Nest of Boxes round 314
Just when our drawing-rooms begin to blaze 521
Kilbarchan now may say alas! 252
King of the perennial holly-graus 1023
Last night we had a thunderstorm in style 791
Late in the Forest I did Cupid see 235
Lawne as white as driven Snow 207
Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom 687
Leave me ô Love, which reachest but to dust 153
Leaving the white glow of filling stations 1067
Let Earth and Heaven combine 476
Let me not to the marriage of true mindes 197
Let the bird of lowdest lay 181
Let the day perish, wherein I was borne, and the night in which it was said, There is a man-childe conceived 203
Let them bestow on ev’ry Airth a Limb 301
Let us go then, you and I 847
Life is a jest; and all things show it 429
Like as the waves make towards the pibled shore 194
Like to the Artick needle, that doth guide 250
Living in a wide landscape are the flowers 952
London Bridge is broken down 474
Long time a child, and still a child, when years 682
Long time hath Christ, long time I must confess 150
Long time he lay upon the sunny hill 888
Long-expected one and twenty 518
‘Look not thou on Beauty’s charming 612
Look there! What a wheaten 999
Lord Thomas and Fair Annet 498
Lord when the wise men came from Farr 266
Lost to the world; lost to my selfe; alone 296
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back 249
Love in Fantastique Triumph satt 355
Love is the Peace, whereto all thoughts doe strive 171
Love me broughte 8
Love seeketh not Itself to please 539
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher 886
Loving in truth, and faine in verse my love to show 119
Lully, lulley; lully, lulley 70
Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use 370
Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace 138
Lyke as the armed knyght 87
Madam Life’s a piece in bloom 822
Madam would speak with me. So, now it comes 747
Maiden in the morë lay 3
Maides to bed, and cover coale 207
Make the greate God thy Fort, and dwell 273
Man is a Glas: Life is 201
Man’s and woman’s bodies lay without souls 1023
Man’s Life 201
Me not no Oxford don 1084
Methought I saw my late espoused Saint 351
Miles of pram in the wind and Pam in the gorse track 936
Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt 851
Mobile, immaculate and austere 978
Mock on Mock on Voltaire Rousseau 584
Most glorious Lord of lyfe that on this day 139
Move him into the sun 857
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold 606
Muses helpe me, sorrow swarmeth 129
My comforts drop and melt away like snow 248
My Dear One is mine as mirrors are lonely 962
My dearest dust could not thy hasty day 234
‘My deere doghter Venus,’ quod Saturne 24
My fourthe housbonde was a revelour 26
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 635
My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves 799
My Love is of a birth as rare 371
My lute, awake! Perfourme the last 81
My luve is like a red, red rose 544
My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined 542
My prime of youth is but a froste of cares 106
My Son, these maxims make a rule 525
My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew 862
My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love 183
My true love hath my hart, and I have his 108
Myne owne John Poyntz, sins ye delight to know 83
Nature, and Nature’s Laws lay hid in Night 459
Nature selects the longest way 817
Naughty Paughty Jack-a-Dandy 435
Nay, Ivy, nay, hyt shal not be, iwys 49
‘Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going? 545
Ne’er fash your thumb what gods decree 518
Nell 899
Never seek to tell thy love 537
Never weather-beaten Saile more willing bent to shore 211
Nightmare of beasthood, snorting, how to wake 1024
No, no; for my Virginity 427
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist 639
No, no, no, I know I was not important as I moved 981
Nobody heard him, the dead man 977
Not a line of her writing have I 823
Not every man has gentians in his house 907
Not marble, nor the guilded monuments 194
Not mine owne feares, nor the prophetick soule 196
Not only how far away, but the way that you say it 949
Nothing but No and I, and I and No 163
Nothing so true as what you once let fall 454
Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye 838
Now bygynneth Glotoun for to go to shryfte 17
Now fades the last long streak of snow 716
Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour 841
Now, I gain the Mountain’s Brow 436
Now is Jonas the Jwe jugged to drowne 31
Now is the time for the burning of the leaves 957
Now Israel 301
Now mirk December’s dowie face 509
Now rides this renk thurgh the ryalme of Logres 33
‘Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white 709
Now the leaves are falling fast 917
Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne softe 11
Now Westward Sol had spent the richest Beames 285
‘Now when King Offa was alive and dead’ 1026
Now winter nights enlarge 220
Nowe, Parott, my swete byrde, speke owte yet ons agayn 76
O DAVID, highest in the list 491
O happy dames, that may embrace 89
‘O ladyis fair of Troy and Grece, attend’ 54
O Love, be fed with apples while you may 899
O luely, luely cam she in 914
O perfite light, quhilk schaid away 163
O ragyng Seas 93
O Rose thou art sick 539
O roving Muse, recal that wond’rous Year 423
O sweet incendiary! shew here thy art 312
O tender time that love thinks long to see 783
O wha’s the bride that cairries the bunch 890
O what a strange parcel of creatures are we 528
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms 640
O where ha’ you been, Lord Randal my son? 578
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being 642
O zummer clote! when the brook’s a-glidèn 698
Oblique light on the trite, on brick and tile 1077
Obscurest night involved the sky 582
Odysseus rested on his oar and saw 1033
O’er me alas! thou dost too much prevail 407
OF Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit 333
Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers 599
Oh that my Lungs could bleat like butter’d pease 322
Oh thou that swing’st upon the waving haire 299
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast 567
Oh what a pity, Oh! don’t you agree 897
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? 920
Old and abandon’d by each venal friend 504
Old Fitz, who from your suburb grange 792
Old houses were scaffolding once 833
Old Man, or Lad’s-love, – in the name there’s nothing 854
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones 713
On a holy day when sails were blowing southward 925
On a squeaking cart, they push the usual stuff 1015
On Sundays I watch the hermits coming out of their holes 1102
On the day of the explosion 1041
One by one they appear in 986
Only think, dearest Louisa, what fearful scenes we have witnessed! 730
Orphan in my first years, I early learnt 671
Our God, our Help in Ages past 427
Our youth was happy: why repine 720
Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night 843
Out of their slumber Europeans spun 950
Out on the lawn I lie in bed 914
Out upon it, I have lov’d 323
Over Sir John’s hill 966
Pan’s Syrinx was a Girle indeed 125
Past ruin’d Ilion Helen lives 680
Perhaps you may of Priam’s Fate enquire 400
Phillips! whose touch harmonious could remove 468
Phillis, let’s shun the common Fate 407
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead 878
Pike, three inches long, perfect 979
Pious Celinda goes to Pray’rs 409
Pity the poor weightlifter 1065
Pleasure it is 78
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know 606
Poor little diary, with its simple thoughts 767
Poor Paddy Maguire, a fourteen-hour day 946
Poore bird, I doe not envie thee 323
Praisd be Dianas faire and harmles light 129
Pray how did she look? Was she pale, was she wan? 515
Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age 243
Pressed by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides 527
Promise me no promises 814
‘Proud Maisie is in the wood 611
Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me 1039
Quhy dois your brand sae drop wi’ bluid 497
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain 856
Reader 252
Remember, imbeciles and wits 887
Remember now thy Creatour in the days of thy youth, while the evil daies come not, nor the yeeres drawe nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them 204
Remember thee, remember thee! 650
Riverbank, the long rigs 1032
Room after room 722
Rose-cheekt Lawra come 185
Sad is the burying in the sunshine 663
Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate 646
Sand, caravans, and teetering sea-edge graves 1075
Sand has the ants, clay ferny weeds for play 879
Says Tweed to Till 662
Sche broghte him to his chambre tho 39
Seal up the book, all vision’s at an end 472
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness 638
See the Chariot at hand here of Love 264
See the smoking bowl before us 565
See, they return; ah, see the tentative 833
Seeing thou art faire, I barre not thy false playing 160
Sees not my love how Time resumes 279
Seventeen years ago you said 845
Seventy feet down 1040
Shaking the black earth 1063
Shall I compare thee to a Summers day? 193
She dwelt among th’ untrodden ways 566
She looked over his shoulder 970
She sat on a willow-trunk 1010
She was skilled in music and the dance 965
Sheepheard, what’s Love, I pray thee tell? 173
Shelley and jazz and lieder and love and hymn-tunes 934
Shephard loveth thow me vell? 300
Ship-broken men whom stormy seas sore toss 211
Silence, and stealth of dayes! ’tis now 304
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep 712
Since Bonny-boots was dead, that so divinely 150
Since that this thing we call the world 290
Since ther’s no helpe, Come let us kisse and part 223
Sir Drake whom well the world’s end knew 276
Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills 937
Smile, smile 445
‘So careful of the type?’ but no 715
So Good-luck came, and on my roofe did light 295
So, I have seen a man killed! An experience, that, among others! 729
So much for Julia. Now we’ll turn to Juan 617
So smooth, so sweet, so silv’ry is thy voice 293
So, we’ll go no more a roving 679
Soe well I love thee, as without thee I 241
Softly the civilized 944
Sol thro’ white Curtains shot a tim’rous Ray 419
Some day I will go to Aarhus 1030
Sometimes in the over-heated house, but not for long 838
Spies, you are lights in state, but of base stuffe 216
Sprawled on the crates and sacks in the rear of the truck 944
St. Agnes’ Eve – Ah, bitter chill it was! 624
Stand close around, ye Stygian set 680
Standing under the greengrocer’s awning 1085
Still to be neat, still to be drest 191
Stond who so list upon the Slipper toppe 88
Strange the Formation of the Eely Race 431
Straws like tame lightnings lie about the grass 974
Stroke the small silk with your whispering hands 1057
Suddenly as the riot squad moved in, it was raining exclamation marks 1095
Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven 837
Summer is fading 999
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow 758
Sweet Suffolk owl, so trimly dight 224
Sweet was the sound when oft at evening’s close 504
Sweete Soule of goodnesse, in whose Saintlike brest 255
Swept into limbo is the host 803
Swerving east, from rich industrial shadows 997
Take, take this cosse, atonys, atonys, my hert! 45
Take telegraph wires, a lonely moor 1094
Tall nettles cover up, as they have done 855
Taller to-day, we remember similar evenings 896
Television aerials, Chinese characters 1015
Tell me no more of minds embracing minds 306
Tell me not here, it needs not saying 875
Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkinde 297
That civilisation may not sink 928
That is no country for old men. The young 892
That time of yeeare thou maist in me behold 195
That was the top of the walk, when he said 839
That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall 692
The accursèd power which stands on Privilege 884
The age demanded an image 867
The annals say: when the monks of Clonmacnoise 1097
The apparition of these faces in the crowd 833
The autumn leaves that strew the brooks 1047
The beauty of Israel is slaine upon thy high places: how are the mightie fallen! 202
The bees build in the crevices 894
The bicycles go by in twos and threes 919
The black flies kept nagging in the heat 1057
The bloudy trunck of him who did possesse 292
The blue jay with a crest on his head 883
The boy stood on the burning deck 668
The cards are shuffled and the deck 947
The child not yet is lulled to rest 811
The cold transparent ham is on my fork 691
The Corn was Orient and Immortal Wheat 344
The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day 484
The daw 438
The darkness crumbles away 852
The Day’s grown old, the fainting Sun 389
The dead on all sides 1062
The evening oer the meadow seems to stoop 680
The eye can hardly pick them out 973
The eyes that mock me sign the way 891
The feelings I don’t have I don’t have 897
The feverish room and that white bed 818
The fields were bleached white 948
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower 909
The forward Youth that would appear 364
The fountain plays 1013
The Frost performs its secret ministry 558
The Garden called Gethsemane 862
The gaunt brown walls 803
The glories of our blood and state 291
The Gods, by right of Nature, must possess 395
The Gods of old are silent on their shore 649
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen 971
The Helmett now an hive for Bees becomes 349
The high hills have a bitterness 879
The hills step off into whiteness 1000
The hop-poles stand in cones 886
The huge wound in my head began to heal 973
The idea of trust, or 1049
The king sits in Dumferling toune 495
The Lady Mary Villers lyes 271
The laird o’Cockpen, he’s proud and he’s great 660
The languid lady next appears in state 434
The last and greatest Herauld of Heavens King 235
The laws of God, the laws of man 873
The light of evening, Lissadell 908
The little hedge-row birds 553
The longe love that in my thought doeth harbar 79
The LORD will happiness divine 517
The loud Report through Lybian Cities goes 402
The lowest trees have tops, the Ant her gall 184
The Maiden caught me in the Wild 585
The Merchant, to secure his Treasure 412
The merthe of alle this londe 48
The mosquito knows full well, small as he is 897
The mother of the Muses, we are taught 751
The mountain sheep are sweeter 675
The night is darkening round me 705
The noon heat in the yard 1034
The old pond full of flags and fenced around 689
The One remains, the many change and pass 645
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea 772
The Pansie, Thistle, all with prickles set 218
The piers are pummelled by the waves 969
The pounded spice both tast and sent doth please 139
The princes of Mercia were badger and raven 1025
The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves 807
The Robin and the Wren 662
The rolls and harrows lie at rest beside 685
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was 913
The sea is calm to-night 762
The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke 757
The Snows are thaw’d, now grass new cloaths the earth 312
The són’s a poor, wrétched, unfórtunate creáture 721
The Spacious Firmament on high 416
The Star that bids the Shepherd fold 255
The sunlight on the garden 927
The Time is not remote, when I 463
The thirsty Earth soaks up the Rain 319
The thunder mutters louder and more loud 754
The tortured mullet served the Roman’s pride 765
The trees are in their autumn beauty 864
The Vietnam war drags on 1022
The wind flapped loose, the wind was still 771
The wind suffers of blowing 918
The window is nailed and boarded 955
The woman is perfected 1002
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall 735
Then blessing all, ‘Go Children of my care! 470
Then, first with lockes disheveled, and bare 132
Then grave Clarissa graceful wav’d her Fan 422
Then Oothoon waited silent all the day, and all the night 535
Then since within this wide great Universe 192
Then thick as Locusts black’ning all the ground 469
Ther is no rose of swych vertu 50
Ther was also a Nonne, a Prioresse 21
There – but for the clutch of luck – go I 1072
There Cintheus sat twynklyng upon his harpe stringis 74
There died a myriad 869
There is a Flower, the Lesser Celandine 593
There is a Garden in her face 220
There is a mountain and a wood between us 721
There is a Supreme God in the ethnological section 913
There is a wind where the rose was 825
‘There is no God,’ the wicked saith 757
There is one story and one story only 959
There lived a wife at Usher’s Well 573
There the ash-tree leaves do vall 749
There was a river overhung with trees 1060
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream 594
There was an Old Man of Whitehaven 705
There was an old man who screamed out 772
There was an Old Man with a beard 704
There was an Old Person of Basing 704
There was Dai Puw. He was no good 990
There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away 604
These fought in any case 868
These, in the day when heaven was falling 875
Th’expence of Spirit in a waste of shame 198
They are all gone into the world of light! 314
They are lang deid, folk that I used to ken 972
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter 815
They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden Rock 1092
They fie from me that sometyme did me seke 80
They fuck you up, your mum and dad 1039
They sing their dearest songs 853
They that have powre to hurt, and will doe none 196
‘They told me you had been to her 756
They’ve let me walk with you 1021
Think not this Paper comes with vain pretence 432
This ae nighte, this ae nighte 579
This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big 990
This carpenter hadde wedded newe a wyf 25
This darksome burn, horseback brown 790
This Earth our mighty Mother is, the Stones 397
This is the end of him, here he lies 792
This is the farmer sowing his corn 488
this is thi 1022
This last pain for the damned the Fathers found 911
This little Babe so few dayes olde 141
This little Grave embraces 242
This lunar beauty 902
This night presents a play, which publick rage 515
‘This night shall thy soul be required of thee’ 1027
‘This was Mr Bleaney’s room. He stayed 996
Thise riotoures thre of whiche I telle 28
Tho’ grief and fondness in my breast rebel 461
Thou cursed Cock, with thy perpetual Noise 396
Thou fair-hair’d angel of the evening 520
Thou hermit haunter of the lonely glen 686
Thou mastering me 779
Thou shalt have one God only; who 748
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness 637
Three thinges there bee that prosper up apace 221
Three weeks gone and the combatants gone 958
Three weeks had past, and Richard rambles now 612
Through that pure Virgin-shrine 317
Through the open French window the warm sun 918
Thule, the period of cosmography 179
Thus Bonny-boots the birthday celebrated 179
Thus piteously Love closed what he begat 747
Thus to Glaucus spake 341
Thy mind which Voluntary doubts molest 516
Time was away and somewhere else 939
Time was, when we were sow’d, and just began 403
’Tis April again in my garden, again the grey stone-wall 886
Tis now since I sate down before 289
’Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes 225
’Tis time this heart should be unmoved 649
’Tis true, our life is but a long disease 341
To all things there is an appointed time 92
To cure the mind’s wrong biass, spleen 460
To evoke posterity 926
To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall 581
To luve unluvit it is ane pane 99
To night, grave sir, both my poore house, and I 216
To see a World in a Grain of Sand 586
To see both blended in one flood 285
To survived the flood 1102
To the dim light and the large circle of shade 737
To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose 789
To whom thus Michael. Those whom last thou sawst 337
Tobroken been the statutz hye in hevene 36
Today the sunlight is the paint on lead soldiers 984
Today, Tuesday, I decided to move on 1017
Treason doth never prosper, what’s the reason? 212
Trim, thou are right! – ’Tis sure that I 666
Troop home to silent grots and caves! 688
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank 575
Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce 614
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean 527
’Twas on a summer noon, in Stainsford mead 459
Two loves I have of comfort and dispaire 199
Tyger Tyger, burning bright 539
Tyr’d with all these for restfull death I cry 195
Unchanged within, to see all changed without 668
Under the parabola of a ball 963
Under this stone, Reader, survey 436
Underneth this Marble Hearse 236
Undesirable you may have been, untouchable 1011
Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state 102
Up this green woodland ride lets softly rove 683
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! 701
Venus, take my Votive Glass 427
Vire will wind in other shadows 963
Virtue may chuse the high or low Degree 462
W. resteth here, that quick could never rest 85
Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land and sea 786
Waiting for when the sun an hour or less 985
Was it for this 560
We are not near enough to love 813
We are upon the Scheldt. We know we move 796
We could have crossed the road but hesitated 964
We know the Rocket’s upward whizz 907
We stood by a pond that winter day 823
We were together since the War began 862
Weare I a Kinge I coude commande content 138
Wearie thoughts doe waite upon me 188
Weary already, weary miles to-night 771
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie 523
Weepe you no more sad fountaines 185
Well; if ever I saw such another Man since my Mother bound my Head 449
Well! if the Bard was weather-wise, who made 569
Well then; the promis’d hour is come at last 398
Were I laid on Greenland’s Coast 446
Were I (who to my cost already am 360
Westron wynde when wyll thow blow 74
Whan I remembre agayn 50
Whan I was come ayeyn into the place 9
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote 20
What are days for? 998
‘What are the bugles blowin’ for?’ said Files-on-Parade 805
What can I do in Poetry 296
What has this Bugbear death to frighten Man 384
What in our lives is burnt 852
What is it to grow old? 764
‘What is the world, O soldiers? 826
What is thought that is not free? 748
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? 857
What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands 902
What should one 988
What slender Youth bedew’d with liquid odours 353
What was he doing, the great god Pan 745
What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me thro’ 762
What young Raw Muisted Beau Bred at his Glass 438
What’s become of Waring 693
When Adam dalf and Eve span 15
When all this is over, said the swineherd 1033
When as the Nightingall chanted her Vesper 308
When as the Rie reach to the chin 142
When Cleomira disbelieves 418
When chapman billies leave the street 528
When Daffadils begin to peere 207
When Dasies pied, and Violets blew 137
When did you start your tricks 881
When first the College Rolls receive his Name 482
When he had made sure there were no survivors in his house 1098
When I am dead, my dearest 740
When I bethinke me on that speech whyleare 193
When I consider how my light is spent 352
‘When I last saw Waring…’ 695
When I reached his place 901
When I survay the bright 274
When I survey the wond’rous Cross 411
When I was once in Baltimore 830
When I watch the living meet 815
When I wer still a bwoy, an’ mother’s pride 735
When Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year 789
When Love its utmost vigour does imploy 385
When Love with unconfined wings 298
When lovely woman stoops to folly 503
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men 689
When my devotions could not pierce 245
When my love sweares that she is made of truth 198
When night stirred at sea 892
When that I was and a little tiny boy 180
When the eye of day is shut 874
When the fierce North Wind with his airy Forces 410
When the Master was calling the roll 1070
When thou must home to shades of under ground 184
When to my deadlie pleasure 152
When to my House you come dear Dean 442
When Venus first did see 107
When VENUS her ADONIS found 387
When we for Age could neither read nor write 386
When we were children old Nurse used to say 845
When Westwell Downes I gan to treade 321
When, when and whenever death closes our eyelids 866
When you see millions of the mouthless dead 843
When your lobster was lifted out of the tank 1086
Where do’st thou carelesse lie 238
Where is the grace of Sir Arthur O’Kellyn? 682
Where is this stupendous stranger 502
Where, like a pillow on a bed 229
Where London’s column, pointing at the skies 451
Where now the vital energy that moved 522
Where the remote Bermudas ride 367
Where, to me, is the loss 826
Where wil you have your vertuous names safe laid 168
Whether at Doomsday (tell, ye reverend wise) 452
Whether the Sensitive-plant, or that 644
Which I was given because 1054
While going the road to sweet Athy 797
While in this garden Proserpine was taking hir pastime 95
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead 839
While that my soul repairs to her devotion 244
Whil’st Alexis lay prest 354
Whilst in this cold and blust’ring Clime 391
Whirl up, sea 834
‘Who affirms that crystals are alive?’ 827
Who did kill Cock Robbin? 473
Who died on the wires, and hung there, one of two 861
Who so list to hount I knowe where is an hynde 80
Who would true Valour see 379
Why Brownlee left, and where he went 1069
Why does the sea moan evermore? 777
Why does the thin grey strand 842
Why sholde I noght as wel eek telle yow al 22
Why so pale and wan fond Lover? 258
Why will Delia thus retire 479
Wild raspberries gathered in a silent valley 1047
Will there be snowfall on lofty Soracte 766
Wilt thou forgive that sinne where I begunne 233
Wine, the red coals, the flaring gas 808
Wise Emblem of our Politick World 324
With a Whirl of Thought oppress’d 448
With how sad steps, ô Moone, thou climb’st the skies 120
With my forked branch of Lebanese cedar 1093
With my looks I am bound to look simple or fast I would rather look simple 978
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children 863
With the wasp at the innermost heart of a peach 765
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me 834
Women reminded him of lilies and roses 1048
Ye captive soules of blindefold Cyprians boate 103
Ye have been fresh and green 295
Ye jovial boys who love the joys 568
Ye living Lamps, by whose dear light 369
Years ago I was a gardener 1095
Yee Gote-heard Gods, that love the grassie mountaines 134
Yes! e’en in Sleep th’impressions all remain 600
Yes! in the sea of life enisled 720
Yes, we are fighting at last, it appears. This morning as usual 728
Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more 259
Yf my deare love were but the childe of state 197
‘You are old, Father William,’ the young man said 754
You could draw a straight line from the heels 1048
You did not walk with me 834
You meaner Beauties of the Night 237
You, Morningtide Star, now are steady-eyed, over the east 891
You stood with your back to me 1083
You strange, astonish’d-looking, angle-faced 690
You think this cruel? take it for a rule 456
You well compacted Groves, whose light and shade 333
Your Beauty, ripe, and calm, and fresh 351
You’ve plucked a curlew, drawn a hen 829