If the things of earth must pass. 246 In Heaven a spirit doth dwell. If thy sad heart, pining for human love. In men whom men condemn as ill.. Into the woods my Master went. Let me come in where you sit weeping, 52 61 47 181 3 162 191 27 Look how he throws them up and up. 258 Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands. 191 Lord, since the strongest human hands I know.. 252 Many are the wand-bearers... 235 Master of human destinies am I.. 239 Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord Not from the whole wide world I chose thee. 196 O bird, thou dartest to the sun.... 83 O Death, when thou shalt come to me. 230 O friends! with whom my feet have trod. 37 contending!.. O lonesome sea-gull, floating far.. Of all the souls that stand create.. O, it is great for our country to die, where ranks are O to lie in long grasses!.... 7 149 249 146 Of wounds and sore defeat.. 279 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Oft have I seen at some cathedral door.. 291 29 30 243 260 247 203 225 229 Room for a soldier! lay him in the clover..... 89 Since, if you stood by my side to-day.. 130 Sleep sweetly in your humble graves.. 136 So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn.. 46 So Love is dead, that has been quick so long!. 160 So many gods, so many creeds... 238 Softer than silence, stiller than still air. 160 Some day, some day of days, threading the street. 158 Spirit that moves the sap in spring 200 Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air. 137 Streets of the roaring town... 280 "T is to yourself I speak; you cannot know. 59 The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer. 237 The despot's heel is on thy shore. 172 The dew is on the heather. 228 The faithful helm commands the keel... 194 The fire of love was burning, yet so low. 217 The grass of fifty Aprils hath waved green. 207 The green is on the grass and the blue is in the sky... 197 214 96 The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year 17 183 The wild and windy morning is lit with lurid fire. 124 The wind from out the west is blowing.. 195 There are gains for all our losses.... 132 They do me wrong who say I come no more 240 They do neither plight nor wed... 250 They halted at the terrace wall. 222 This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream. 186 This is the loggia Browning loved... 221 This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign 54 169 Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea. To eastward ringing, to westward winging, o'er map- less miles of sea. 281 To him who in the love of nature holds. 14 To tremble, when I touch her hands.. 230 Two shall be born the whole wide world apart... 253 Unto the Prison House of Pain none willingly repair.. 216 We break the glass, whose sacred wine. 20 We have sent him seeds of the melon's core. 267 We sat within the farmhouse old.. 34 We, sighing, said, "Our Pan is dead," 63 What, are you hurt, Sweet? So am I. 215 What is the real good?.. 194 What of the Darkness? Is it very fair?. 277 When Freedom from her mountain height. When she comes home again! a thousand ways. 224 Why didst thou come into my life so late. 128 Why do the wheels go whirring round... 273 Wind of the North... 232 Within his sober realm of leafless trees. 100 154 213 Yes, death is at the bottom of the cup. 171 275 265 |