Her face was very fair to see...... 375 Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with purple were dark 3117 Her lips were so near.. 717 Her mother died when she was young. 2537 Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere. Here, in this sequestered close. Here in this wild, primeval dell. Here is the place; right over the hill. Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde. 1582 293 1439 444 2454 1401 1262 1081 1849 3035 "Here we stan' on the Constitution, by thunder' High grace, the dower of queens, and therewithal. Hills o' my heart. 2620 1221 2195 Index of First Lines 3669 His golden locks Time hath to silver turned. Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin.. "Ho, sailor of the sea". "Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake". Home comes a lad with the bonnie hair.. Home, home from the horizon far and clear PAGE 379 816 1566 1928 2235 652 Home they brought her sailor son.. 1867 Home they brought her warrior dead. . 1063 How blest the maid whose heart-yet free.. 320 How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood. 450 How delicious is the winning. 474 How do I love thee? let me count the ways. 1244 "How does the water".. 1376 How doth the little busy bee.. 98 How falls it, oriole, thou hast come to fly.. How many a thing which we cast to the ground. How much the heart may bear, and yet not break. 3176 How often in the summer-tide... 773 How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits.. How shall I tell the measure of my love... 2750 1238 How sleep the brave, who sink to rest. 2122 How slowly creeps the hand of Time. 3223 How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of Youth. How the blithe lark runs up the golden stair. I am but clay in thy hands; but thou art the all-loving artist 2834 I am content, I do not care. 2847 I am dying, Egypt, dying 2274 I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary often whiles. I am just two and two, am warm, I am cold 659 I am monarch of all I survey 2890 I am the key that parts the gates of Fame 3218 I am the reality of things that seem.. 2005 I am the torch, she saith, and what to me I beg you come to-night and dine. . I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers "I burn my soul away". I came into the city and none knew me . I came to the door of the House of Love I cannot change as others do. I cannot eat but little meat. I cannot make him dead I care not for these ladies I cast these lyric offerings at your feet I change, and so do women too... I come from haunts of coot and hern I dare but sing of you in such a strain I dare not ask a kiss I did but look and love awhile. I do be thinking, lassie, of the old days now I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair. I do not count the hours I spend I do not love thee!-no- I do not love thee I do not own an inch of land I don't go much on religion.. I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way PAGE 1918 1392 2009 3502 406 589 1922 304 506 1234 1851 1372 1233 658 591 429 780 1354 042 1001 3141 847 1744 drink of the ale of Chepe 1947 845 650 I fled Him, down the nights and down the days 3018 I found in dreams a place of wind and flowers. 620 I gaed to spend a week in Fife! I gazed upon the glorious sky I give my soldier boy a blade. I give thee treasures hour by hour.. I got me flowers to straw thy way I had a dove, and the sweet dove died. I had a little Doggy that used to sit and beg I had a little husband. I hae seen great anes and sat in great ha's. 3040 "I hardly ever ope my lips," one cries 1847 I have a little kinsman.. 284 I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me 150 I have a mistress, for perfections rare 513 I have a name, a little name 439 have got a new-born sister I have had playmates, I have had companions. I have lived and I have loved. "I have no name' I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses I heard a soldier sing some trifle 3201 907 I heard a thousand blended notes. I heard men saying, Leave hope and praying I heard the bells on Christmas Day I heard the trailing garments of the night I held her hand, the pledge of bliss I hid my heart in a nest of roses I idle stand that I may find employ I in these flowery meads would be 1202 2800 205 1286 809 483 2830 1616 I lay me down to sleep.. 3249 I leaned out of window, I smelt the white clover 410 I left thee last, a child at heart 1055 I like a church; I like a cowl... 2826 I like her gentle hand that sometimes strays 1228 I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls 3227 I like the hunting of the hare 1592 971 3489 I looked and saw your eyes in the shadow of your hair 618 I little know or care I live for those who love me, whose hearts are kind and true. I love little pussy I love old women best, I think I love sixpence, pretty little sixpence . I love the old melodious lays. I love thee when thy swelling buds appear.. I love to hear thine earnest voice. I loved a lass, a fair one, I loved him not; and yet now he is gone I loved thee long and dearly I loved thee once; I'll love no more I made a posy, while the day ran by. I made another garden, yea I made the cross myself whose weight. I marvelled why a simple child. I met a child upon the moor I met a traveler from an antique land. I met her on the Umbrian Hills I move amid your throng, I watch you hold 1234 I must not grieve my Love, whose eyes would read 1205 I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong I passed by a garden, a little Dutch garden. 776 762 I pray thee, leave, love me no more 564 I prithee send me back my heart 735 I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James PAGE 2449 1678 425 2102 I rose up when the battle was dead. I said-Then, dearest, since 'tis so I said to Lettice, our sister Lettice 2864 857 1174 505 I saw her in childhood-a bright, gentle thing 329 sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life I sleep and rest, my heart makes moan I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty. I slept in an old homestead by the sea I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he. stand upon the summit of my years I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs 832 1162 1692 558 3367 1842 768 1165 3260 2743 2791 2921 2803 412 2832 1529 2642 3279 2514 3158 3271 3473 I stood on the bridge at midnight.. I strove with none; for none was worth my strife I struck the board, and cried "No more' I studied my tables over and over, and backward and forward, too 158 I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.. I that tremble at your feet 3155 644 I think he had not heard of the far towns I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the while, I was thy neighbor once, thou rugged Pile . I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city |