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- Close section Front Matter
- Close sectionI. Ambarvalia, The Bothie and Amours de Voyage
- Close sectionAmbarvalia
- The Questioning Spirit
- Ah, what is love, our love, she said
- I give thee joy! O worthy word!
- When panting sighs the bosom fill
- Sic Itur
- Close sectionCommemoration Sonnets
- Come back again, my olden heart!
- When soft September brings again
- Oh, ask not what is love, she said
- Light words they were
- Qui Laborat, Orat
- With graceful seat and skilful hand
- The New Sinai
- The Silver Wedding!
- Why should I say I see the things I see not
- Sweet streamlet basin! at thy side
- In a Lecture-room
- My wind is turned to bitter north
- Look you, my simple friend, 'tis one of those
- Thought may well be ever ranging
- Duty—that's to say complying
- Blank Misgivings of a Creature moving about in Worlds not realised
- Qua Cursum Ventus
- Alcaics
- Natura Naturans
- ο θεος μετα σου
- επι Λατμω
- Χπυσεα κλης επι γλωσσα
- Is it true, ye gods, who treat us
- The Bothie of Tober-na-Vuolich: a Long-Vacation Pastoral
- Amours de Voyage
- Close sectionAmbarvalia
- Close sectionII. Other Poems
- Truth is a golden thread
- Thou bidd'st me mark
- Oh, I have done these things that my Soul fears
- Salsette and Elephanta
- Whence com'st thou, shady lane
- So I, as boyish years went by, went wrong
- Enough, small Room,—tho' all too true
- The Judgement of Brutus
- Here have I been these one and twenty years
- Close section[Three Religious Quatrains]
- To the Great Metropolis
- Do duty feeling nough
- Like one that in a dream would fain arise
- About what sort of thing
- Would that I were,—O hear thy suppliant, thou
- From palsying self-mistrust, from fear
- If help there is not but the Muse
- To be, be thine
- Believe me, lady
- A woman fair and stately
- Irritability unnatural
- Of all thy kindred
- I wed not, save the Muse Urania
- The Realms of Pure Truth
- Thy busy toil thy soul has ne'er engrossed
- See! the faint green tinge
- So he Journeyed and came to Horeb
- Down to the Derwent
- Epi-Strauss-ion
- Fearless over the levels away
- Homo Sum, Nihil Humani—
- Close sectionAdam and Eve
- The Song of Lamech
- Bethesda: a Sequel
- Resignation—to Faustus
- Uranus
- From far and near
- O'Brien, most disconsolate of Men
- Sa Majesté Très Chrétienne
- At one who shoots an arrow overhead
- Easter Day. Naples, 1849
- Easter Day II
- The Latest Decalogue
- Hope evermore and believe, O man
- Say not the struggle nought availeth
- Les Vaches
- In controversial foul impureness
- Genesis XXIV
- Jacob's Wives
- Youth, that went, is come again
- Chorus
- To his work the man must go
- Close sectionDipsychus
- Close sectionDipsychus continued
- Peschiera
- Alteram Patrem
- July's Farewell
- These vulgar ways that round me be
- He who labours, serves
- Purity
- It fortifies my soul to know
- A life that Serenely, meanly, moves along
- In the Great Metropolis
- Blessed are those who have not seen
- The contradictions of the expanding soul
- Go, foolish thoughts, and join the throng
- Jacob
- υμνος αυμνος
- Old things need not be therefore true
- Across the sea, along the shore
- To spend uncounted years of pain
- It is not sweet content, to be sure
- Say, will it, when our hairs are grey
- On grass, on gravel, in the sun
- Dance on, dance on, we see, we see
- The grasses green of sweet content
- Because a lady chose to say
- If to write, rewrite, and write again
- What[e'er you dream] with doubt possest
- Ah, blame him not because he's gay!
- To wear out heart and nerves and brain
- But that from slow dissolving pomps of dawn
- To think that men of former days
- I said so, but it is not true
- Close sectionSeven Sonnets
- Thesis and Antithesis
- Was it this that I was sent for
- Close section[Two Quatrains]
- For work and play
- O tell me, friends, while yet we part
- O happy they whose hearts receive
- Lips, lips, open!
- Four black steamers plying on the Thames
- Farewell, farewell! Her vans the vessel tries
- The green fields of England
- Lie here, my darling, on my breast
- Ye flags of Piccadilly
- Come home, come home! and where an home hath he
- Come back, come back! behold with straining mast
- Some future day, when what is now is not
- Epilogue to Box and Cox
- Come, pleasant thoughts, sweet thoughts, at will
- How in all wonder Columbus got over
- What we, when face to face we see
- Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
- Were I with you, or you with me
- Last words, Napoleon and Wellington
- Were you with me, or I with you (I)
- Were you with me, or I with you (II)
- That out of sight is out of mind
- When at the glass you tie your hair
- Am I with you, or you with me?
- The mighty ocean rolls and raves
- O Qui Me—!
- The Angel
- O ship, ship, ship
- Tomorrow will come with morning light
- Nay draw not yet the cork, my friend
- Come, Poet, Come!
- Upon the water, in the boat
- My dear sir, here is a chapter
- Epithalamium
- Trunks the forest yielded with gums ambrosial oozing
- From thy far sources, 'mid mountains airily climbing
- Actæon
- Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane
- When the dews are earliest falling
- O stream, descending to the sea
- Cease, empty Faith, the Spectrum saith
- Repose in Egypt
- My beloved, is it nothing
- Whence are ye, vague desires
- Even the Winds and the Sea obey
- I dreamed a dream
- That there are powers above us I admit
- Mari Magno: or Tales on Board
- Close sectionIII. Fragments
- And yet, methinks, A life like this
- The Stars had faded in the East
- The spirits of the Human Soul
- Hast thou not made great—the Sun, the Moon and the planets
- In the Sistine Chapel
- If when the Mither was young
- All is not told that might be told
- As in a grove in breathless autumn days
- Within the Frankish ship he came
- O 'tis little, little, little
- Close sectionIV. Juvenilia
- O Muse of Britain teach me now to sing
- Snowdon
- The Close of the Eighteenth Century
- And he is in his dungeon deep
- The Poacher of Dead Man's Corner; or, the Legend of Devil's Turning
- The First of the Dead
- Count Egmont
- Sonnet I
- Sonnet IV
- I watched them from the window
- The Song of the Hyperborean Maidens
- To —, on going to India
- The Old Man of Athens
- The Exordium of a very long Poem
- Αι Τροπαι αι Θεριναι—Solstitium; The Longest Day
- Lines
- An Apology
- Ah! well a day!
- An Answer to Memory
- An Incident
- The Vernal Equinox
- Epilogue to the Sonnets
- April Thoughts
- Verses from the School-house
- Rosabel's Dream
- The Effusions of a School-patriarch
- To a Crab Tree
- Stanzas
- A Stray Valentine
- Verses written in a Diary
- Close sectionV. Translations
- Close section End Matter
