Index of Poems

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*Adam lay i-bowndyn

Adieu! farewell earth's bliss!

*A dis, a dis, a green grass

After the blast of lightning from the east

Afterwards

Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh

Ah! sad wer we as we did peäce

Ah, what avails the sceptred race?

Alas, the moon should ever beam

Alice, dear, what ails you?

A little lonely child am I

A little Saint best fits a little Shrine

*All in this pleasant evening, together come are we

All looks be pale, hearts cold as stone

All my stars forsake me

All the flowers of the spring

*All under the leaves and the leaves of life

Amo, amas

*An' Charlie he's my darling

Ancient Mariner, The Rime of the

And as for me, thogh that I can but lyte

And in the midst of all, a fountaine stood

And like a dying lady, lean and pale

And now all nature seemed in love

And then I pressed the shell

And there were spring-faced cherubs that did sleep

Angel spirits of sleep

Annabel Lee

*Annan Water's wading deep

A piper in the streets to-day

Are they shadows that we see?

A Rose, as fair as ever saw the North

Art thou gone in haste?

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?

As I in hoary winter's night

As it fell upon a day

*As I walked out one night

*As I was going by Charing Cross

*As I was walking all alane

*As I was wa'king all alone

As I wer readen ov a stwone

Ask me no more

*A sparhawk proud did hold in wicked jail

A sunny shaft did I behold

*As we dance round a-ring-a-ring

At common dawn there is a voice of bird

At the corner of Wood Street

Auld Robin Gray

Autumn

*A vision that appeared to me

Awake, awake, my little Boy!

A weary lot is thine, fair maid

A widow bird sat mourning for her love

*A wife was sitting at her reel ae night

*Ay me, alas, heigh ho, heigh ho!

Before my face the picture hangs

Behold her, single in the field

Bells have wide mouths and tongues

Beneath our feet, the shuddering bogs

Bermudas

Best and brightest, come away!

Be thou at peace this night

*Bingo

Birds, The

Blow, blow, thou winter winde

Blows the wind to-day

*Bonny Barbara Allan

Break, break, break

Brief, on a flying night

Bright star, would I were stedfast

*Bring us in good ale

*Bring us in no browne bred

*Brown Robyn

*Buckee, Buckee, biddy Bene

Burning Babe, The

By Saint Mary, my lady

By the Moone we sport and play

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren

Call me no more, O gentle stream

*Cam' ye by the salmon fishers?

Cauld blows the wind frae north to south

Changeling, The

Cherrie Ripe, Ripe, Ripe, I cry

Cherry and pear are white

Child and the Mariner, The

Chimney Sweeper, The

Christabel

Christmas at Sea

Christ of His gentleness

Cities drowned in olden time

Close thine eyes and sleep secure

*Cold cold!

Cold in the earth

Come, Sleep

*Come to me, grief, for ever

Come to me in the silence of the night

Come unto these yellow sands

Come wary one, come slender feet

Coronach, The

Crystal Cabinet, The

*Dalyaunce

Dark is the stair, and humid the old walls

Dear, dear, dear

Dear God, through Thy all-powerful hand

Death stands above me

Departe, departe, departe

Dew sate on Julia's haire

Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?

*Down in yonder meadow

*Down in yon garden

Do you remember an Inn

Dreams, The Land of

D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gray?

Eagle, The

*Earl of Mar's Daughter, The

Easter

*Edward

Egypt's might is tumbled down

Encinctured with a twine of leaves

*English Gentleman, The

Eve of Saint Mark, The

Even such is Time

Eve, with her basket

*Faht's in there?

*Fair Annie

Fairies

Fairies Feast, The

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away

Feare no more the heate o' th' Sun

*Fine knacks for ladies!

Flowers of the Forest, The

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow

*Four and twenty bonny boys

*Four men stood by the grave of a man

From noise of Scare-fires rest ye free

Full fathom five

Gane were but the winter cauld

Garden, The

*Garden, The

Get up, our Anna dear, from the weary spinning

*Gilderoy was a bonnie boy

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes

*Golden Vanity, The

Gone were but the Winter

Good-Morrow to the Day so fair

*Green Broom

Hallo my Fancy

Hame, hame, hame, hame, fain wad I be

Hark! now everything is still

Haunted Palace, The

Hay, nou the day dauis

Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heaven's gate sings

Hear, sweet spirit, hear the spell

He came and took me by the hand

He clasps the crag with crooked hands

He gave us all a good-bye cheerily

He is gone on the mountain

He is the lonely greatness of the world

*Helen of Kirkconnell

Helen, thy beauty is to me

Here a little child I stand

*Here comes a lusty wooer

Here lies a little bird

Here lies sweet Isabell

Here she lies, a pretty bud

Here she was wont to go, and here, and here!

*Here we bring new water

*Here we come a piping

Here where the fields lie lonely and untended

Her Eyes the Glow-worme lend thee

He sees them pass

*He that lies at the stock

*Hey, nonny no!

*Hey! now the day dawns

*Hey, Wully wine, and How, Wully wine

*Hie upon Hielands

His eyes are quickened so with grief

His stature was not very tall

Hohenlinden

Holy Thursday

Home, home, from the horizon far and clear

Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?

Ho, sailor of the sea!

How like an Angel came I down!

How lovely is the sound of oars at night

How many times do I love thee, dear?

How see you Echo?

How should I your true love know

How strange it is to wake and watch

How sweet I roamed from field to field!

*Hugh, Sir

*I and my white Pangur

I'd a dream to-night

*I'd oft heard tell of this Sledburn fair

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way

I dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?

I dug, beneath the cypress shade

If I had but two little wings

If I should ever by chance grow rich

I found her out there

If souls should only shine as bright

If there were dreams to sell

I got me flowers to straw thy way

I had a dove and the sweet dove died

I had a little bird

*I had a little nut tree

*I have a yong suster

I have beene all day looking after

I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep

*I have twelfe oxen that be faire and brown

I hear a sudden cry of pain!

I heard a soldier sing some trifle

I know a little garden-close

I know that all beneath the moon decays

*I'll sing you a good old song

I Loved a lass, a fair one

I love to rise in a summer morn

I met a traveller from an antique land

I met the Love-Talker one eve in the glen

Immortal Imogen crowned queen above

In a drear-nighted December

I never shall love the snow again

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes

In melancholic fancy

In somer when the shawes be sheyne

In the greenest of our valleys

In the third-class seat sat the journeying-boy

In the wild October night-time

Into the scented woods we'll go

Invitation to Jane, The

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

I remember, I remember

Irish harper and his dog, The

I saw a frieze on whitest marble drawn

*I saw a peacock with a fiery tail

I saw with open eyes

I see in his last preached and printed Booke

*I sing of a maiden

*It fell upon a Wodensday

It is an ancient Mariner

It was a' for our rightfu' king

*It was a jolly bed in sooth

It was a Lover and his lasse

*It was in and about the Martinmas time

*It was intill a pleasant time

It was many and many a year ago

It was not in the winter

I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking

I went out to the hazel wood

*I will sing, if ye will hearken

*I wish I were where Helen lies

I would not be the Moon, the sickly thing

Jarring the air with rumour cool

John Peel

Keith of Ravelston

Kubla Khan

La Belle Dame sans Merci

Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were

*Laird of Logie, The

*Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green

Lawne as white as driven Snow

Lay a garland on my hearse

Leave Taking, A

Leave me, O Love

Let us go hence, my songs

Let us walk in the white snow

Life of Life

Light the lamps up, Lamplighter

Little Black Boy, The

Little Fly

Little Lamb, who made thee?

*London Bridge is broken down

London Snow

Lonely, save for a few faint stars, the sky

Long ago I went to Rome

Look how the pale Queen of the silent night

Lord Rameses of Egypt sighed

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back

*Love me not for comely grace

Lucy Gray

*Lully, lullay, lully, lullay

Lydia is gone this many a year

*Lyke-Wake Dirge, A

Mad Maid's Song, The

Mariana

*Mary's gone a milking

*Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John

*May Song

*Mermaid, The

Messmates

Midnight was come, when every vital thing

Mine eyes have seen the glory

Mortality, behold and fear!

Most souls, 'tis true, but peep out once an age

Much have I travelled in the realms of gold

Music, when soft voices die

*My clothing was once of the linsey woolsey fine

*My hand is weary with writing

My heart is like a singing bird

*My love he built me a bonnie bower

My love lies in the gates of foam

*My Luve's in Germany

My master hath a garden

*My mistress frowns when she should play

*My mistress is as fair as fine

My mother bore me in the southern wild

*My plaid awa', my plaid awa'

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his

*Nay, Ivy, nay

Night-Piece, The

*Not full twelve years

Not soon shall I forget

*Now milkmaids' pails are deckt with flowers

Now some may drink old vintage wine

Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger

Now the hungry Lyon rores

*Now wolde I faine some merthės make

Nurse's Song, The

Nymph Complaining, The

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?

*O Allison Gross, that lives in yon towr

*O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray

Ode to the West Wind

O'Driscoll drove with a song

*Of all the birds that I do know

*O for a Booke and a shadie nooke

Of this fair volume which we World do name

Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray

Oh! call my brother back to me

*Oh! dear! what can the matter be?

Oh! poverty is a weary thing

Oh, sweet content

Oh the falling Snow!

*Oh, where are you going to, my pretty little dear?

O, I hae come from far away

Old Ships, The

O many a day have I made good ale in the glen

O Mary, go and call the cattle home

O Mother, lay your hand on my brow

O my dark Rosaleen

On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose

Once a dream did weave a shade

*Once I was a monarch's daughter

Once musing as I sat

Once upon a midnight dreary

Once when the sun of the year was beginning to fall

*One Friday morn when we set sail

*One king's daughter said to anither

One without looks in to-night

On first looking into Chapman's Homer

On Linden, when the sun was low

*On the first day of Christmas

On the green banks of Shannon

O sing unto my roundelay

O Sorrow

O that those lips had language!

O the evening's for the fair, bonny lassie O!

O Thou, who plumed with strong desire

O, to have a little house

Our King and Queen the Lord God Blesse

Our King went up upon a hill high

Out in the dark over the snow

Over the bleak and barren snow

*O whare are ye gaun?

O, what can ail thee, knight at arms

O what if the fowler my blackbird has taken?

*O wha will shoe my bonny foot?

*O where were ye, my milk-white steed

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

Oh yes, my dear

Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day!

Pedlar's Song, The

Pleasure it is

*Poacher, The Lincolnshire

*Poor old Horse

Prayer unsaid, and Mass unsung

Prepare, prepare the iron helm of War

Proud Maisie is in the wood

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair

*Queen of Elfland, The

Question, The

*Quo' the Tweed to the Till

*Quoth John to Joan

Rarely, rarely, comest thou

Raven, The

Recollection, The

Remember me when I am gone away

*Remember us poor Mayers all

Reverie of Poor Susan, The

Rich in the waning light she sat

Riding through Ruwu swamp, about sunrise

Rosaleen, Dark

Rose Aylmer

*Rosy apple, lemon, or pear

*Round about, round about

Sabrina fair

Sands of Dee, The

Schoolboy, The

Seamen, three! What men be ye?

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

Secret was the garden

*Seven lang years I hae served the King

*Seynt Stevene was a clerk

Shed no tear—O shed no tear!

*She is so proper and so pure

Shepherds all, and Maidens fair

Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night

Shy in their herding dwell the fallow deer

Sick Child, The

Silent are the woods

Silent is the house, all are laid asleep

*Silly Sweetheart, say not nay

*Sir Patrick Spence

*Sister, awake! close not your eyes

*Skip it and trip it

Sleep on, my Love, in thy cold bed

Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears

Sluggard, The

Soldiers, For

Solitary Reaper, The

Some folks as can afford

Somewhere, somewhen I've seen

Sorrow

So through the darkness and the cold we flew

So, we'll go no more a-roving

Sparrow, The Dead

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

Stepping Westward

Stop, Christian passer-by!

Stupidity Street

Swans, The Two

Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly

Sweet Content

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright

Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content

Sweet Suffolk Owl, so trimly dight

*Sweet William and May Margaret

Swiftly walk o'er the western wave

Tell me not of joy

Tell me where is fancie bred

That houses forme within was rude and strong

That wind, I used to hear it swelling

The aïr to gi'e your cheäks a hue

The ample heaven of fabrik sure

*The cheerful arn he blaws in the marn

The cleanly rush of the mountain air

The clouds have left the sky

The crooked paths go every way

The days are cold, the nights are long

The Door of Death

The Dragon that our Seas did raise his Crest

The evening sun was sinking down

The feathers of the willow

*The fort over against the oak-wood

The four sails of the mill

The fresh air moves like water round a boat

The gipsies lit their fires by the chalk-pit gate anew

The heaving roses of the hedge are stirred

*The Holly and the Ivy

The hunt is up, the hunt is up

The King of China's daughter

*The king sits in Dumferling toune

*The king's young dochter

The lake lay blue below the hill

The lark now leaves his watery nest

*The love that I hae chosen

The maiden caught me in the wild

The man of life upright

*The miller's mill-dog lay at the mill-door

*The moon's my constant mistress

The murmur of the mourning ghost

The myrtle bush grew shady

The night will never stay

The poplars are felled; farewell to the shade

*There came a bird out o a bush

*There came a ghost to Margret's door

*There cam' Seven Egyptians on a day

The red flame flowers bloom and die

There grew a goodly tree him faire beside

There is a Garden in her face

*There is a Lady sweet and kind

There is a silence where hath been no sound

*The reivers they stole Fair Annie

*There lived a wife at Usher's Well

There's no smoke in the chimney

*There was a gallant ship and a gallant ship was she

*There was a knicht riding frae the east

There was an Indian, who had known no change

*There was an old man lived out in the wood

There was no song nor shout of joy

*There were three gipsies a-come to my door

*There were twa brethren in the north

*There were twa sisters sat in a bowr

The sea would flow no longer

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares

The sheets were frozen hard

The smothering dark engulfs relentlessly

The snow falls deep; the forest lies alone

The snow had fallen many nights and days

The splendour falls on castle walls

The sun descending in the west

The Sun does arise

The trees of the elder lands

The twilight is sad and cloudy

The wanton Troopers riding by

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing

*The wind doth blow to-day, my love

The wind's on the wold

They are all gone into the world of light!

They shut the road through the woods

They stole her from the well

*This ae nighte, this ae nighte

This city and this country

*This is the Key of the Kingdom

This is the weather the cuckoo likes

This Life, which seems so fair

This sailor knows of wondrous lands afar

Thou Fair-haired Angel of the Evening

Though three men dwell on Flannan Isle

Thou hast come from the old city

Thou simple Bird what mak'st thou here to play?

Time, you old gipsy man

'Tis the middle of night

'Tis the voice of a sluggard; I heard him complain

To-day a rude brief recitative

Toll no bell for me, dear Father, dear Mother

*Tom o' Bedlam

*Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your gray mare

To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er

*To yon fause stream

Trafalgar

*True Thomas lay oer yond grassy bank

Turnstile, The

*Twa Corbies, The

*Twa Sisters, The

'Twas on a Holy Thursday

Two Swans, The

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

Underneath an old oak tree

Under the after-sunset sky

Under the greenewood tree

Upon a dark ball spun in Time

Upon a Sabbath-day it fell

Upon my lap my sovereign sits

Up the airy mountain

Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away!

*Wae's me, wae's me

Wake, all the dead!

War Song, A

Was it the sound of a footfall I heard?

Waterfowl, To a

Water Lady, The

*We are three Brethren come from Spain

We be the King's men, hale and hearty

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan

Weep, weep, ye woodmen!

Weep you no more, sad fountain

*Wee Wee Man, The

*Welcome, fayre chylde, what is thy name?

We wandered to the Pine Forest

We were young, we were merry

Whar hae ye been a' day, my boy Tammy?

What bird so sings, yet so does wail?

What, hast thou run thy Race? Art going down?

What if some little paine the passage have

What is there hid in the heart of a rose

What is this life if, full of care

What noise of viols is so sweet

What shall I your true-love tell

What wondrous life is this I lead!

What, you are stepping westward?

When cats run home and light is come

When I am dead, my dearest

When I crept over the hill, broken with tears

When I did wake this morn from sleep

When I sailed out of Baltimore

When Isicles hang by the wall

*When I was bound apprentice

When I was but thirteen or so

When men were all asleep the snow came flying

When my mother died I was very young

When night is o'er the wood

When once the sun sinks in the west

When she sleeps

When that I was and a little tinie boy

When the cock begins to crow

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy

When the lamp is shattered

When the Present has latched its postern

When these old woods were young

When the sheep are in the fauld

When the voices of children are heard on the green

When the words rustle no more

When we lay where Budmouth Beach is

Where are you going, Master mine?

Where are your Oranges?

Where do the gipsies come from?

Where on the wrinkled stream the willows lean

Where shall the lover rest

Where the Bee sucks, there suck I

Where the pools are bright and deep

Where the remote Bermudas ride

Where thou dwellest, in what Grove

While I sit at the door

While Morpheus thus does gently lay

Whither, midst falling dew?

Who calls? Who calls? Who?

Who can live in heart so glad

Who feasts tonight?

Who'll walk the fields with us to town?

*Who's at my window?

Whose Woods these are I think I know

*Who—Who—the bride will be?

*Why does your brand so drop wi' blood

Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled

*Widdecombe Fair

*Wife of Usher's Well, The

Will you come?

Witch's Ballad, The

With blackest moss the flower-plots

With deep affection and recollection

With how sad steps, O Moon

*Wolcum be thu, hevene kyng

World of Light, The

*Wraggle Taggle Gipsies, The

Wull ye come in eärly Spring

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon

Ye buds of Brutus' land, courageous youths

Ye have been fresh and green

Yes, I remember Adlestrop

*Yet if His Majesty our sovereign lord

Young Love lies sleeping

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