Drink, and fill the night with mirth! _B. W. Procter_ (_Barry Cornwall_) 180 Every day a Pilgrim, blindfold _Hamilton Aïdé_ 7 Fast falls the snow, O lady mine _Mortimer Collins_ 49 First the fine, faint, dreamy motion _Norman Gale_ 98 Hence, rude Winter! crabbed old fellow _Alfred Domett_ 84 How many Summers, love _B. W. Procter_ (_Barry Cornwall_) 165 How many times do I love thee, dear? _Thomas Lovell Beddoes_ 38 I bring a garland for your head _Edmund Gosse_ 101 I had a Message to send her _Adelaide Anne Procter_ 162 I have been here before _Dante Gabriel Rossetti_ 193 I leaned out of window, I smelt the white clover _Jean Ingelow_ 118 I looked and saw your eyes _Dante Gabriel Rossetti_ 194 I made another garden, yea _Arthur O'Shaughnessy_ 158 I remember, I remember _Thomas Hood_ 106 I sat beside the streamlet _Hamilton Aïdé_ 3 I wandered by the brook-side _Lord Houghton_ 111 I walked in the lonesome evening _William Allingham_ 16 If I could choose my paradise _Thomas Ashe_ 22 If love were what the rose is _Algernon Charles Swinburne_ 205 If there were dreams to sell _Thomas Lovell Beddoes_ 30 I 'm sitting on the stile, Mary _Lady Dufferin_ 90 In Clementina's artless mien _Walter Savage Landor_ 131 In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours _Alfred Tennyson_ 217 Into the Devil tavern _George Walter Thornbury_ 225 It was not in the winter _Thomas Hood_ 102 I 've been roaming! I 've been roaming! _George Darley_ 62 King Death was a rare old fellow! _B. W. Procter_ (_Barry Cornwall_) 176 Kissing her hair I sat against her feet. _Algernon Charles Swinburne_ 208