With those bright languid segments green, and

prick

Those velvet ears — but pr'ythee do not stick
Thy latent talons in me - and upraise

Thy gentle mew and tell me all thy frays
Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick :
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists
For all the wheezy asthma, - and for all
Thy tail's tip is nick'd off — and though the fists
Of many a maid has given thee many a maul,
Still is that fur as soft as when the lists

In youth thou enter'dst on glass-bottled wall.

INDEXES

INDEX

OF FIRST LINES

A THING of beauty is a joy forever, 78.

After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains, 62.
Ah! ken ye what I met the day, 442.

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, 240.
Ah! woe is me! poor silver wing! 246.
All gentle folks who owe a grudge, 443.
And what is love? It is a doll dress'd up, 425.
As from the darkening gloom a silver dove, 20.
As Hermes once took to his feathers light, 240.
As late I rambled in the happy fields, 21.
Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl! 430.

Bards of Passion and of Mirth, 218.

Blue ! 'Tis the life of heaven, -the domain, 15.
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art, 410.
Brother belov'd, if health shall smile again, 458.
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! 3.

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, 2.
Cat! who has[t] pass'd thy grand climacteric, 459.
Chief of organic numbers, 67.

Come hither all sweet maidens soberly, 66.

Dear Reynolds! as last night I lay in bed, 431.
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale, 352.

Ever let the Fancy roam, 216.

Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel, 192.

Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy, 248.

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave, 411.

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year, 76.

Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear, 12.

Full many a dreary hour have I past, 41.

Give me a golden pen and let me lean, 14.

Give me your patience, sister, while I frame, 437.
Glory and loveliness have pass'd away, 64.
God of the golden-bow, 11.

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone, 58.
Great spirits now on earth are sojourning, 57.

Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs, 46.
Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, 18.

Happy, happy glowing fire! 242.

Happy is England! I could be content, 61.
Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem, 6.
Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak, 63.
He is to weet a melancholy Carle, 456.
Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid, 211.
Hence, Burgundy, Claret, and Port, 434.
Here all the summer could I stay, 435.
High-mindedness, a jealousy for good, 58.
How fever'd is that man, who cannot look, 247.

How many bards gild the lapses of time! 13.

Hush! hush! tread softly! hush, hush, my dear! 210.

I cry your mercy-pity - love! —aye, love, 381.

I had a dove and the sweet dove died, 219.

I stood tiptoe upon a little hill, 22.

If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, 251.
If shame can on a soldier's vein-swoll'n front, 340.
In a drear-nighted December, 59.

In after-time, a sage of mickle lore, 14.

In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool, 382.

In the wide sea there lives a forlorn wretch, 153.

In thy western halls of gold, 10.

It keeps eternal whisperings around, 64.

Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there, 13.
King of the stormy sea, 160.

Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry, 46.

Many the wonders I this day have seen, 45.

Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia, 209.
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, 15.
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains, 251.
My spirit is too weak-mortality, 63.

Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, 215.
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist, 220.

No! those days are gone away, 70.

Not Aladdin magian, 213.

Now morning from her orient chamber came, 1.

Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance, 59.