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Last updated - Mar 17, 2002

ABIDE with me: fast falls the eventide
ABOARD at a ship's helm
ABOU Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
ABOUT me young and careless feet
ABOUT Soho we went before the light
ABOUT the little chambers of my heart
ABOUT the Shark, phlegmatical one
Above the hills, the eastern hills
ABOVE the pines the moon was slowly drifting
ABSENCE, hear thou my protestation
ABSENCE, the noble truce
Absent from thee I languish still
ACCEPT, thou shrine of my dead saint
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
ACCUSE me thus: that I have scanted all
ACROSS the bridge, where in the morning blow
ACROSS the dimly lighted room
Across the fields from the maples tall
ACROSS the flat and the pastel snow
ACROSS the tense chords
Actor sits in doubtful gloom, An
ADAM and Eve together stood
Addressed to a Friend on Her Marriage
'ADIEU, adieu! my native shore
ADIEU, farewell, earth's bliss
AE fond kiss, and then we sever!
AFTER a night of languor without rest,--
AFTER a year I came again to the place
AFTER dear old grandma died
AFTER great pain, a formal feeling comes--
After long storms and tempests' sad assay
After so long a race as I have run
AFTER so long an absence
AFTER the movie, when the lights come up
After the whipping he crawled into bed
After two sittings, now our Lady State
AFTER we've had
Again at Christmas did we weave
Again I reply to the triple winds
AGAIN the infant flowers of Spring
AGAINST my love shall be, as I am now
AGAINST that time, if ever that time come
AGAINST the groaning mast I stand
age in her embraces passed, An
Ah bed, the field where joy's peace some do see
Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire
Ah Lucasta, why so bright?
AH very sweet! If news should come to you
AH what avails the sceptred race
Ah whither dost thou float, sweet silent star
Ah why hath nature to so hard a heart
AH! from my eyes the tears unbidden start
AH! I could curse them in my woe
Ah! little fly, alighting fitfully
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns
AH! sweet mystery of life, at last I've found thee
AH! wherefore with infection should he live
AH, -- shuddering men that falter and shrink so
"AH, are you digging on my grave
Ah, child, thou art but half thy darling mother's
AH, Chloris, that I now could sit
AH, could I lay me down in this long grass
AH, Douglass, we have fall'n on evil days
Ah, fill the Cup:--what boots it to repeat
AH, God, the way your little finger moved
AH, here it is! the sliding rail
AH, hills belov'd! where once, an happy child
AH, love, within the shadow of the wood
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend
"AH, me, but it might have been!
Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane
Ah, my Belovéd, fill the Cup that clears
AH, stay thy treacherous hand, forbear to trace
Ah, Sun-flower! weary of time
AH, then how sweetly closed those crowded days!
AH, wasteful woman, she who may
AH, what is love? It is a pretty thing
Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide
air without has taken fever, THE
Air XI. "A Fox May Steal Your Hens, Sir"
AIRLY Beacon, Airly Beacon
ALACK, what poverty my Muse brings forth
ALAS! and am I born for this
ALAS! our pleasant moments fly
ALAS, 'tis true I have gone here and there
Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend
ALAS, my Child, where is the Pen
ALAS, so all things now do hold their peace
Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
Alas, whence come this change of looks? If I
ALEMBICS turn to stranger things
ALETA mentions in her tender letters
ALFONSO is a handsome bronze-hued lad
Alike for those who for To-day prepare
"Alive?"--And I leapt in my wonder
ALL a green willow, willow
ALL are architects of Fate
ALL beauty calls you to me, and you seem
All day I hear the noise of waters
ALL day I heard a humming in my ears.
ALL day long the mallet thudded, far below
All day they loitered by the resting ships
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships
ALL I could see from where I stood
ALL in the dark we grope along
ALL in the golden afternoon
ALL lovely things will have an ending
ALL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair--
All night I lay on Devil's Edge
All night I wrestled with a memory
All night long and every night
All night the ways of Heaven were desolate
ALL night, through the eternity of night
All other joys of life he strove to warm
``ALL quiet along the Potomac to-night!"
ALL right
ALL stark and cold the merchant lay
All suddenly the wind comes soft
All that a man might ask thou has given me, England
All that could never be said
ALL that I dream
ALL that I had I brought
ALL that I know
ALL that we see, about, abroad
ALL the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee
All the complicated details
All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree!
ALL the flowers of the spring
All the hills and vales along
All the names I know from nurse
All the night in woe
ALL things bright and beauteous
ALL through the deep blue night [On in the deep blue night]
ALL work is over at the farm
ALL ye who far from town in rural hall
ALL yesterday it poured, and all night long
ALLAH gives light in the darkness
ALLEGRA, rising from her canopied dreams
Almighty King! whose wondrous hand
Alone amid the battle-din untouched
Alone in the night
ALONE on Lykaion since man hath been
ALONE, remote, nor witting where I went
ALONG Ancona's hills the shimmering heat
ALONG the avenue of cypresses
Along the garden terrace, under which
ALONG the garden ways just now
ALONG the graceless grass of town
Along the Grecian gallery
ALREADY blushes in thy cheek
ALREADY in the dew-wrapped vineyards dry
altar-lights burn low, the incense-fume, THE
ALTHOUGH crowds gathered once if she but showed her face
ALTHOUGH I enter not
ALTHOUGH I hate
ALTHOUGH she feeds me bread of bitterness
Always we are following a light
AM I a stone, and not a sheep
Am I failing? For no longer can I cast
AM I kin to Sorrow
AM I sadly cast aside
Amarantha sweet and faire
AMAZING grace! How sweet the sound
AMAZING monster! that for aught I know
Ambassador of Christ you go
AMBER husk
AMERICA! At this thy Golden Gate
Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime
AMID my bale I bathe in bliss
Amid my books I lived the hurrying years
AMO, amas
AMONG bleak hills of mounded slag they walked
AMONG the priceless gems and treasures rare
Among the rain
AMONG the rain
Among twenty snowy mountains
AMY Margaret's five years old
And a silent star slipped golden down the darkness
And all is well, tho’ faith and form
AND all night long we lie in sleep
'And am I then a pyramid?' says Senlin
And at times it seemed
And bridal vines drink in his juices on each side.
AND change with hurried hand has swept these scenes
And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine
AND did those feet in ancient time
And do I see some cause a hope to feed
And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring
AND Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring
AND here the precious dust is laid
AND here we have another case
AND if I loved you Wednesday
And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press
AND Ishmael crouched beside a crackling briar
And lately, by the Tavern Door agape
And look--a thousand Roses with the Day
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel
'AND now to God the Father,' he ends
AND now, in accents deep and low
And now, to be brief, let's pass over the rest
AND now, when merry winds do blow
And Roland's lonely love and Hildegard's sad vow.
And said I that my limbs were old
And sharp as sword's clash came the one word, "Wait!"
AND since he rowed his father home
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky
And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower
And therefore if to love can be desert
And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
And this I know: whether the one True Light
AND this reft house is that the which he built,]
And those who husbanded the Golden Grain
AND Thou art One--One with th' eternal hills
And thus declared that Arab lady
And was the day of my delight
And we, that now make merry in the Room
AND what a charm is in the rich hot scent
AND what are you that, wanting you
"AND what if I did then?
AND what is so rare as a day in June?
"And when I come to die," he said
And when I come to the dim trail-end
And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass
"AND will you cut a stone for him
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
And yet I cannot reprehend the flight
And yet one arrives somehow
And yet, because thou overcomest so
And you love me
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
And, strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street, An
angels are stooping, THE
"Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky
ANOTHER boat-load for the Further Shore
Another said--``Why, ne'er a peevish Boy
ANYONE lived in a pretty how town
APENECK Sweeney spreads his knees
apparition of these faces in the crowd, THE
APPLAUDING youths laughed with young prostitutes
APPLE blossoms falling o'er thee
apple trees are hung with gold, THE
April had covered the hills
April night is still and sweet, THE
APRIL this year, not otherwise
APRIL, April
APRIL. You hearken, my fellow
ARAMANTHA sweet and fair
Archer is wake!, THE
Arcturus brings the spring back
ARE there any
ARE they clinging to their crosses
Argument.--The poet starts from the Bowling Green to take his
Arion, when through tempests' cruel wrack
ARMED of the gods! Divinest conqueror!
AROUND my porch and lowly casement spread
Around no fire the soldiers sleep to-night
art of Biography, The
ART thou poor yet hast thou golden Slumbers
AS a bathtub lined with white porcelain
AS a decrepit father takes delight
AS a fond mother, when the day is o'er
As a friend to the children
AS a pale phantom with a lamp
AS a poet heart- and fancy-free--whole
AS a quiet little seedling
AS a twig trembles, which a bird
AS a white candle
AS after noon, one summer's day
AS an unperfect actor on the stage
As Ann came in one summer's day
As beneath the moon I walked
As birds their infant brood protect
AS by the instrument she took her place
AS cool as the pale wet leaves
AS dew leaves the cobweb lightly
As dew leaves the cobweb lightly
As due by many titles I resigne
As evening shaped I found me on a moor
AS evening splendors fade
AS fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
As flow the rivers to the sea
As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty
As from our dream we died away
As from the house your mother sees
As good to write as for to lie and groan
AS I hear the breath of the mother
As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow
As I lay in the trenches
AS I lay with my head in your lap, camerado
AS I lie in bed
AS I one ev'ning sat before my cell
AS I pass through my incarnations in every age and race
AS I sat, to sift my dreaming
As I sate down to breakfast in state
AS I walked down the waterside
As I walked forth one summer's morn
As I walked through the lamplit gardens
AS I was lying in my bed
AS I was marching in Flanders
AS I went by the church to-day
AS I went walking up and down to take the evening air
As in some countries far remote from hence
AS in some half-burned forest, one by one
AS in that twilight, superstitious age
As in the house I sate
AS in the Spring, ere any flowers have come
AS inward love breeds outward talk
AS kings who see their little life-day pass
As kings, seeing their lives about to pass
AS long as Fame's imperious music rings
As Love and I, late harbor'd in one inn
AS neat as wax, as good as new
As noble Sir Arthur one morning did ride
AS o'er Asteria's fields I rove
AS often as we thought of her
AS one put drunk into the packet-boat
AS one that for a weary space has lain
AS one who goes from holding converse sweet
As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea
As other men, so I myself do muse
AS slow I climb the cliff's ascending side
AS slowly wanders thy forsaken stream
As sometimes in a dead man’s face
As the gilded coach stood ready
AS the insect from the rock
AS the single pang of the blow, when the metal is mingled well
As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose
As those of old drank mummia
As to the Roman that would free his land
AS toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods
As Tom was a-walking one fine summer's morn
"As unto the bow the cord is
AS virtuous men passe mildly away
AS we the withered ferns
As when the shadow of the sun's eclipse
AS when, to one who long hath watched, the morn
ASHAMED of my race?
Ask for what end the heav'nly bodies shine
ASK me no more but love
ASK me no more where Jove bestows
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea
ASK not my pardon! For if one hath need
Ask of the Learn'd the way? the Learn'd are blind
Ask the Empress of the night
Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, THE
At a pleasant evening party I had taken down to supper
AT anchor in Hampton Roads we lay
AT Beauty's bar as I did stand
At break of day the College Portress came
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim
At dinner, she is hostess, I am host.
At evening when the lamp is lit
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses
AT first I thought there was a superfine
AT first you'll joy to see the playful snow
AT last I hear the voice well known
AT last there came
At last there'll dawn the last of the long year
At last we parley: we so strangely dumb
AT midnight when the moonlit cypress trees
AT midnight, in his guarded tent
AT midnight, when the moonlit cypress trees
AT night the wide and level stretch of wold
AT Runnymede, at Runnymede
At six o'clock of an autumn dusk
AT six--long ere the wintry dawn--
AT ten A.M. the young housewife
At that hour when all things have repose
At the Author's Going into Italy
At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creep
AT the edge of All the Ages
AT the epoch which I write of quite the
AT the last, tenderly
AT the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time
AT the round earths imagin'd corners, blow
At the round earths imagin'd corners, blow
AT two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen
Atoms as old as stars
AUGUST, thou monarch of the mellow noon
AULD carlins ride on their brooms astride
auld wife sat at her ivied door, THE
AUSTRALIANS all let us rejoice
Austrian army, awfully arrayed, AN
AUTUMN hath all the summer's fruitful treasure
AUTUMN is over the long leaves that love us
autumn time is with us. Its approach, THE
'AVE you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
AVENGE O Lord thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones
AVOID the reeking herd
AWAKE! arise! the hour is late!
AWAKE, arise, the hour is come
Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things
Awake, ye nations, slumbering supine
AWAY to the brook
AWAY, haunt thou me not
AWAY, sad thoughts, and teasing
awful shadow of some unseen Power, The
AY! gloriously thou standest there
AY, give me music! Flood the air with sound!
AY, tear her tattered ensign down!
Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine
AY, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath!
Ay, workman, make me a dream
Aye, down the years, behold, he rides
azure lake is argent now, THE

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