Fear no more the heat o’ the sun, 49 First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come, 117 Five years have passed; five summers, with the length, 272 Forget not yet the tried intent, 15 Fresh clad from heaven in robes of white, 301 Friend faber, cast me a round hollow ball, 9 From you have I been absent in the spring, 29 Genius and its rewards are briefly told, 362 Give place, ye lovers, here before, 16 Go, empty joys, 103 Go, lovely Rose!, 62 Gone were but the winter cold, 321 Go, silly worm, drudge, trudge, and travel, 9 Go, Soul, the body’s guest, 6 Great Monarch of the world, from whose power springs, 112 Green little vaulter on the sunny grass, 247 Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!, 176 Hail to thee, blithe Spirit, 283 Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick, 331 Happy the man, whose wish and care, 160 Happy those early days, when I, 150 Hardly we breathe, although the air be free, 232 Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star, 268 Heaven, what an age is this! what race, 92 Hence, all you vain delights, 40 Hence, loathèd Melancholy, 83 Hence, vain deluding Joys, 87 Here lies a piece of Christ; a star in dust, 135 Her sufferings ended with the day!, 378 He safely walks in darkest ways, 351 Hope, of all ills that men endure, 95 How fresh, oh Lord, how sweet and clean, 79 How happy is he born and taught, 57 How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, 175 How soon doth man decay!, 149 How wisely Nature did decree, 76 I do confess thou ’rt smooth and fair, 18 If all the world and Love were young, 23 If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, 177 If, dumb too long, the drooping Muse hath stayed, 201 If I had thought thou could’st have died, 305 If the base violence of wicked men, 352 If thou wilt ease thine heart, 301 If to be absent were to be, 107 If women could be fair, and yet not fond, 16 I give thee treasures hour by hour, 351 I hear no more the locust beat, 347 I love to rise ere gleams the tardy light, 229 I mourn no more my vanished years, 386 I’m wearing awa’, John, 211 In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, 356 In this marble buried lies, 134 In this marble casket lies, 130 In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, 180 I press not to the choir, nor dare I greet, 78 I saw where in the shroud did lurk, 309 Is this the spot where Rome’s eternal foe, 251 I stood within the grave’s o’er-shadowing vault, 384 I thought to meet no more, so dreary seemed, 321 It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 231 It is not beauty I demand, 61 It is not growing like a tree, 35 I’ve heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, 172 I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile, 294 I weigh not fortune’s frown or smile, 45 I were unkind unless that I did shed, 136 I will not praise the often-flattered rose, 231 I wish I were where Helen lies, 67 Jerusalem, my happy home, 54 Joy for the promise of our loftier homes, 345 Lady, I bid thee to a sunny dome, 249