Through the great sinful streets of Naples as I past 100 To see the rich autumnal tint depart 320 To spend uncounted years of pain 91 To think that men of former days 428 To wear out heart, and nerves, and brain 182 Trunks the forest yielded with gums ambrosial oozing 422 Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there 6 ’Twas on a sunny summer day 5 Upon the water, in the boat 195 Well, well,—Heaven bless you all from day to day! 13 Were I with you, or you with me 411 Were you with me, or I with you 410 Were you with me, or I with you 412 What voice did on my spirit fall 450 What we, when face to face we see 92 Whate’er you dream with doubt possest 194 When on the primal peaceful blank profound 442 When panting sighs the bosom fill 26 When soft September brings again 10 When the dews are earliest falling 30 Whence are ye, vague desires 191 Whence comest thou, shady lane? and why and how? 8 Where lies the land to which the ship would go? 407 Who is this man that walketh in the field 72 Who ne’er his bread with tears hath ate 441 Why should I say I see the things I see not? 23 Ye flags of Piccadilly 402 Yes, I have lied, and so must walk my way 13 Yet to the wondrous St. Peter’s, and yet to the solemn Rotonda 293 You complain of the woman for roving from one to another 441 Youth, that went, is come again 434 THE END. PRINTED BY SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE LONDON