I climbed a hill as light fell short, 314
I come from haunts of coot and hern,

200

I edged back against the night, 360

I fled Him, down the nights and down
the days, 557

I gat your letter, winsome Willie, 521
I have a rendezvous with Death, 413
I have been so great a lover: filled my
days, 305

I have seen many things, 239

I hear it was charged against me that I
sought to destroy institutions, 565

I heard a thousand blended notes, 631
I lang hae thought, my youthful friend,
528

I like best those crotchety ones, 238
I like to see it lap the miles, 356

I met a traveller from an antique land,
408

I must down to the seas again, to the
lonely sea and the sky, 5

I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow,
328

I saw him once before, 179

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
564

I saw the spires of Oxford, 91

shall be loved as quiet things, 331
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and
he, 77

I stood in Venice on the "Bridge of
Sighs," 394

I strove with none; for none was worth
my strife, 566

I taste a liquor never brewed, 358

I think I could turn and live with ani-
mals, 355

I think that I shall never see, 57
I walk the old frequented ways, 485
I wander'd lonely as a cloud, 89

I weep for Adonais - he is dead, 608
I went to the dances at Chandlerville,
460

I will arise and go now, and go to

Innisfree, 489

I wrote some lines once on a time, 46
I'd watched the sorrow of the evening

sky, 247

If I should die, think only of this of me,
438

I'm a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog,
and lone, 239

I'm going to be a pirate with a bright
brass pivot-gun, 9

I'm wearing awa', Jean, 483

In Flanders fields the poppies blow, 439
In May, when sea-winds pierced our
solitudes, 237

In the darkness, who would answer for
the color of a rose, 238

In the deserted, moon-blanch'd street,
547

In the greenest of our valleys, 216
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, 578
Is it as plainly in our living shown, 362
Is there for honest poverty, 240
It is a beauteous evening, calm and
free, 627

It is an ancient Mariner, 117

It is good to be out on the road, and
going one knows not where, 10

It is not growing like a tree, 675
It is portentous, and a thing of state, 447
It keeps eternal whisperings around, 586
It little profits that an idle king, 462
It's hard to know if you're alive or dead,
420

It was a lover and his lass, 682
It was a summer evening, 193

It was a tall young oysterman lived
by the river-side, 47

It was many and many a year ago,
215

I've a humble little motto, 35

Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, 143
Know ye the land where the cypress
and myrtle, 391

Lars Porsena of Clusium, 94

Let me not to the marriage of true
minds, 686

Life has loveliness to sell, 333
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-
cloaked clown, 456

Long fed on boundless hopes, O race
of man, 550

Look out! Look out, boys! Clear the
track, 367

Maid of Athens, ere we part, 540
Maxwelton braes are bonnie, 69
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this
hour, 628

Mine be a cot beside the hill, 670
Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn, 362
Much have I travell'd in the realms of
gold, 584

Music, when soft voices die, 593
My aunt! my dear unmarried aunt, 177
My boat is on the shore, 195

My heart aches, and a drowsy numb-
ness pains, 586

My heart leaps up when I behold, 640
My lov'd, my honor'd, much respected
friend, 531

My mind lets go a thousand things, 489
My mind to me a kingdom is, 672

Nay, do not grieve tho' life be full of

sadness, 330

Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-
tree stands, 635

No-Man's Land is an eerie sight, 417
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral

note, 221

Not of the princes and prelates with

periwigged charioteers, 409

O beautiful for spacious skies, I

O blithe New-comer! I have heard, 639

O Friend! I know not which way I
must look, 627

O little city-gals, don't never go it,
171

O Mary, at thy window be, 508

"O Mary, go and call the cattle home,"
337

O mistress mine, where are you roam-
ing, 682

O my luve is like a red, red rose, 509
O ship incoming from the sea, 168
"O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,”
581

O wild West Wind, thou breath of
Autumn's being, 593

O World, I cannot hold thee close
enough, 305

Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, 506
Of this fair volume which we World do
name, 671

Oft in the stilly night, 539

Often I think of the beautiful town, 228
Oh England is a pleasant place for them
that's rich and high, 155

Oh fair enough are sky and plain, 324
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in
story, 542

Oh, to be in England, 572

Oh, whar will we go we'n de great day
comes, 30

Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the
West, 67

Old lame Bridget doesn't hear, 92
On either side the river lie, 202
On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen
hundred ninety-two, 146

Once did She hold the gorgeous East
in fee, 630

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I

pondered weak and weary, 209
Once when the snow of the year was
beginning to fall, 365

One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee,

550

One road leads to London, 12
One word is too often profaned, 601

Our bugles sang true, for the night-

cloud had lower'd, 220

Out beyond the sunset, could I but
find the way, 6

Out of me unworthy and unknown, 460
Out of the hills of Habersham, 90
Out of the night that covers me, 461
Out of the sparkling sea, 431
Out upon it! I have loved, 666
Over his keys the musing organist, 372

Partner, remember the hills, 232

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and
Waterloo, 440

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to
know, 626

Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant
Ophir, 327

Remember me when I am gone away, 504
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, 199
Rice, brothers, rise; the wakening skies
pray to the morning light, 2
Rough wind, that moanest loud, 600
Round the cape of a sudden came the
sun, 569

Season of mists and mellow fruitful-
ness, 583

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day,
684

Shall I, wasting in despair, 667

She dwelt among the untrodden ways,
346

She is not fair to outward view, 591
She walks in beauty, like the night, 390
She was a Phantom of delight, 345
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin
Hood awake, 20

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 70
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, 681
Silent are the woods, and the dim green

Sleep; and my song shall build about
your bed, 333

Slow breaks the hushed June dawn, 436
Soldiers are citizens of death's gray
land, 433

Solemnly, mournfully, 66

Something there is that doesn't love a
wall, 366

Sometimes when I am at tea with you,
334
Spanish waters, Spanish waters, you
are ringing in my ears, 7

"Speak! speak! thou fearful guest!" 60
Spirit that breathest through my lat-
tice, thou, 248

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's
pleasant king, 664

Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth
which needs, 472

Success is counted sweetest, 357
"Summer is coming, summer is com-
ing," 208

Sunset and evening star, 251
Sweet and low, sweet and low, 339
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the
plain, 284

Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, 599

The gray sea and the long black land, 568
The King sits in Dunfermline toun, 164
The longer on this earth we live, 246
The moon had long since sunk behind
the mists, 414

The night has a thousand eyes, 501
The night was thick and hazy, 191
The old house leans upon a tree, 327
The Road is thronged with women:
soldiers pass, 432

The sea is calm to-night, 545

The sheets were frozen hard, and they

cut the naked hand, 324

The snow had begun in the gloaming,
245

The sounding battles leave him nod-
ding still, 235

The spacious firmament on high, 344
The splendor falls on castle walls, 340
The stars are forth, the moon above

the tops, 407

The sun is warm, the sky is clear, 601
The sun that brief December day, 252
The sun was shining on the sea, 37
The wind was a torrent of darkness
among the gusty trees, 24

The world is too much with us: late
and soon, 630

The year's at the spring, 568
Thee for my recitative, 350

There be none of Beauty's daughters,
543

There is a pleasure in the pathless
woods, 403

There is delight in singing, tho' none
hear, 566

There is something in the autumn that
is native to my blood, 3
There's a barrel-organ carolling across
a golden street, 308

There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye
cliffs, 634

There was a sound of revelry by night,
197

There was a time when meadow, grove,
and stream, 647

When I see birches bend to left and

right, 363

When I was a little lad, 170

When icicles hang by the wall, 680
When in the chronicle of wasted time,
686

When Love with unconfinèd wings, 674
When the frost is on the punkin and
the fodder's in the shock, 58
When the lamp is shattered, 603
When the Norn Mother saw the Whirl-
wind Hour, 443

Where lies the land to which the ship
would go, 234

Where the bee sucks, there suck I, 680
Where the dark green hollows lift, 157
Where the quiet-color'd end of even-
ing smiles, 559

While briers an' woodbines budding
green, 512

Whither, 'midst falling dew, 250
Who is Silvia? What is she, 683
Why do you lie with your legs un-

gainly huddled, 434