Rudely thou wrongest my dear heart’s desire, 20 Sad is our youth, for it is ever going, 362 Say not, the struggle nought availeth, 299 See how the orient dew, 151 See how the small concentrate fiery force, 355 See the chariot at hand here of Love, 25 Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green, 14 She dwells by great Kenhawa’s side, 357 She dwelt among the untrodden ways, 243 She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, 317 She walks in beauty, like the night, 237 She was a queen of noble Nature’s crowning, 233 Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part, 32 Softly! she is lying, 378 So now my summer-task is ended, Mary, 277 Stand still, and I will read to thee, 59 Still young and fine! but what is still in view, 82 Sweet Maiden, for so calm a life, 312 Sweet order hath its draught of bliss, 350 Sweet spring, thou turn’st with all thy goodly train, 32 Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, 381 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, 250 The chief perfection of both sexes joined, 133 The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, 212 The expense of spirit in a waste of shame, 46 The fairest pearls that northern seas do breed, 2 The flags of war like storm-birds fly, 358 The forward youth that would appear, 113 The glories of our blood and state, 51 The good in graves as heavenly seed are sown, 148 The Lady Mary Villiers lies, 137 The loppèd tree in time may grow again, 47 The lowest trees have tops; the ant her gall, 5 The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime, 162 The Muses’ fairest light in no dark time, 44 The night is come, like to the day, 153 The night is late, the house is still, 371 The Ocean at the bidding of the Moon, 365 The poetry of earth is never dead, 249 The sun is warm, the sky is clear, 298 The twentieth year is well nigh past, 199 The voice which I did more esteem, 130 The waters are flashing, 241 The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, 379 The World and Death one day them cross-disguisèd, 10 The world’s a bubble, and the life of man, 4 There’s none should places have in Fame’s high court, 101 There were twa brothers at the scule, 70 There were twa sisters lived in a bouir, 73 They are all gone into the world of light, 158 This Life, which seems so fair, 47 This was the ruler of the land, 233 Thou art returned, great light, to that blest hour, 64 Thou blushing rose, within whose virgin leaves, 63 Though actors cannot much of learning boast, 98 Thou still unravished bride of quietness, 296 Through the night, through the night, 361 ’Tis done--but yesterday a King!, 260 ’Tis time this heart should be unmoved, 291 Too true it is, my time of power was spent, 246 To these, whom death again did wed, 135 To yield to those I cannot but disdain, 28 Triumphal arch that fill’st the sky, 221 ’Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, 232 Two brothers freely cast their lot, 368 Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, 317