INDEX OF FIRST LINES AFTER dark vapours have oppress'd our plains, Ah! ken ye what I met the day, 245. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, 139. A thing of beauty is a joy forever, 49. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, 125. Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,- the domain, 43. Brother belov'd, if health shall smile again, 252. Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, 1. 252. Chief of organic numbers, 39. Come hither all sweet maidens soberly, 38. Dear Reynolds! as last night I lay in bed, 241. Ever let the Fancy roam, 124. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel, 110. Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy, Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they Four Seasons fill the measure of the year, 44. Full many a dreary hour have I past, 24. Give me a golden pen and let me lean, 9. Glory and loveliness have pass'd away, 37. Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone, 34. Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs, Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, 11. I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love, 215. If shame can on a soldier's vein-swoll'n front, I had a dove and the sweet dove died, 125. In after-time, a sage of mickle lore, 9. In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool, 216. In the wide sea there lives a forlorn wretch, 89. I stood tiptoe upon a little hill, 14. It keeps eternal whisperings around, 37. Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there, King of the stormy sea, 93. Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry, 27. Many the wonders I this day have seen, 26. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, 9. 144. My spirit is too weak — mortality, 36. Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, 123. No! those days are gone away, 41. Now morning from her orient chamber came, 1. O Arethusa, peerless nymph! why fear, 77. O golden-tongued Romance, with serene lute! Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve, 13. Old Meg she was a Gipsy, 243. One morn before me were three figures seen, O soft embalmer of the still midnight, 142. O that a week could be an age, and we, 44. O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, O thou, whose mighty palace roof doth hang, 52. O! were I one of the Olympian twelve, 239. Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Physician Nature! let my spirit blood! 137. Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud, 123. St. Agnes' Eve - Ah, bitter chill it was! 127. So, I am safe emerged from these broils! 159. The church bells toll a melancholy round, 35. The poetry of earth is never dead, 35. There is a charm in footing slow across a silent There was a naughty Boy, 244. The stranger lighted from his steed, 240. The Town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, Think not of it, sweet one, so, 38. This mortal body of a thousand days, 122. 'Tis the witching time of night, 249. To-night I'll have my friar - let me think. To one who has been long in city pent, 13. Unfelt, unheard, unseen, 38. Upon a Sabbath-day it fell, 196. Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, 42. What is more gentle than a wind in summer? 18. What though, while the wonders of nature ex- When by my solitary hearth I sit, 5. When I have fears that I may cease to be, 39. 249. When wedding fiddles are a-playing, 240. Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell, Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, 2 Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake, 28. INDEX OF TITLES [The titles of major works and general divisions are set in SMALL CAPITALS.] Acrostic: Georgiana Augusta Wylie, 243. Addressed to Benjamin Robert Haydon, 33. Apollo, Hymn to, 7. Apollo, Ode to, 6. Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!' At Fingal's Cave, 122. At Teignmouth, 242. Bagpipe, On hearing the, and seeing The 'Bards of Passion and of Mirth,' 125. Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Song written Belle Dame sans Merci, La, 139. Ben Nevis, Mrs. Cameron and, 247. Ben Nevis, Written upon the Top of, 123. Brothers, To my, 33. Brown, Charles Armitage, Spenserian Stanzas on, 250. Burns, On visiting the Tomb of, 120. Byron, To, 2. Calidore a Fragment, 28. Cameron, Mrs., and Ben Nevis, 247. CAP AND BELLS, THE, 216. 'Castle Builder, The,' Fragment of, 239. Chapman's Homer, On first looking into, 9. Chaucer's Tale of The Floure and the Lefe, Clarke, Charles Cowden, Epistle to, 30. Curious Shell and a Copy of Verses, On receiv- ing a, Daisy's Song, 239. Death, On, 1. Devon Maid, The, 243. DRAMAS, 158. Draught of Sunshine, A, 243. Dream after reading Dante's Episode of Paolo EARLY POEMS, 1. Elgin Marbles, On seeing the, 36. To Charles Cowden Clarke, 30. Faery Songs, 141. Fame, On, Another, 142. Fanny, Lines to, 214. Fanny, Ode to, 137. Fanny, To, 215. Fingal's Cave, At, 122. Folly's Song, 240. Fragments: Extracts from an Opera, 239. Of an Ode to Maia, 119. The Castle Builder, 239. 'Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow,' 42. 238. Friend, To a, who sent me Some Roses, 13. Gadfly, The, 245. G. A. W., To, 34. George, Epistle to my Brother, 24. George, To my Brother, 26. Grasshopper and Cricket, On the, 35. Grecian Urn, Ode on a, 134. Haydon, Benjamin Robert, Addressed to, 33. Highlands, Lines written in the, after a Visit to Homer, To, 119. Hope, To, 5. Human Seasons, The, 44. Hunt, Leigh, To, 37. Hunt, Mr. Leigh, left Prison, Written on the Hunt's, Leigh, Poem, The Story of Rimini, On, Hymn to Apollo, 7. HYPERION A FRAGMENT, 198. Imitation of Spenser, 1. In Answer to a Sonnet by J. H. Reynolds, 43. Induction to a Poem, Specimen of an, 27. Keats, George, To: written in Sickness, 251. King Lear once again, On sitting down to read, King Stephen: A Dramatic Fragment, 192. La Belle Dame sans Merci, 139. Ladies, To Some, 3. Lady seen for a Few Moments at Vauxhall, To LAMIA, 146. Last Sonnet, The, 232. Laurel Crown, To a Young Lady who sent me Leander, On a Picture of, 38. Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour, On, 9. Lines to Fanny, 214. Lines Unfelt, unseen, unheard,' 37. Lines written in the Highlands, after a Visit to Lock of Milton's Hair, On seeing a, 39. Maia, Fragment of an Ode to, 119. Mermaid Tavern, Lines on the, 40. Nightingale, Ode to a, 144. On Death, 1. On Fame, 142. On Fame, Another, 142. On first looking into Chapman's Homer, 9. On leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour, 9. On receiving a Curious Shell and a Copy of On seeing a Lock of Milton's Hair, 39. On seeing the Elgin Marbles, 36. On sitting down to read King Lear once again, On the Grasshopper and Cricket, 35. On the Sea, 37. On. Think not of it, sweet one, so,' 38. Party of Lovers, A, 251. Picture of Leander, On a, 38. POEMS OF 1818-1819, THE, 110. Prophecy, A: To George Keats in America, Psyche, Ode to, 142. Reynolds, John Hamilton, Epistle to, 240. Ronsard, Translation from a Sonnet of, 123. Sea, On the, 37. Sharing Eve's Apple, 248. 'Shed no tear! O shed no tear!' 141. Sleep and Poetry, 18. Song about Myself, A, 244. Daisy's Song, 233. Addressed to Benjamin Robert Haydon, 33. As from the darkening gloom a silver dove,' Blue! 't is the life of heaven, - the do- Dream after reading Dante's Episode of Paolo 'Happy is England! I could be content,' 35. If by dull rhymes our English must be Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and Last Sonnet, The, 232. Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve,' 13. On Fame, 142. On Fame, Another, 142. On first looking into Chapman's Homer, 9. On leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour, 9. On seeing the Elgin Marbles, 36. On sitting down to read King Lear once On the Grasshopper and Cricket, 35. On the Sea, 37. On visiting the Tomb of Burns, 120. 'Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will Written in Answer to a Sonnet, 43. Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition, 35. Written on the Blank Space at the End of Chaucer's Tale of The Floure and the Lefe, 36. Written upon the Top of Ben Nevis, 123. Spenserian Stanza, written at the close of Canto 250. Spenser, To, 42. Stanzas: In a drear-nighted December,' 34. To. Hadst thou liv'd in days of old,' 11. To Autumn, 213. To Fanny, 215. The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone To a Cat, 252. To a Friend who sent me some Roses, 13. To John Hamilton Reynolds, 44. To Leigh Hunt, Esq., 37. To Sleep, 142. To Some Ladies, 3. To Spenser, 42. To the Nile, 41. To Thomas Keats, 245. Translation from a Sonnet of Ronsard, 123. VERSES TO FANNY BRAWNE, 214. Verses written during a Tour in Scotland, 120. 'Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow,' 42. What the Thrush said, 43, |