Music, when soft voices die. My coursers are fed with the lightning My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but few My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim Night, with all thine eyes look down! No access to the Duke! You have not said No, Music, thou art not the food of Love' Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame Not far from hence. From yonder pointed hill O pillow cold and wet with tears! O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this age O Slavery! thou frost of the world's prime O that a chariot of cloud were mine!. O that mine enemy had written. O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue line. O thou, who plumed with strong O universal Mother, who dost keep desire 609 693 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being 573 636 Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once more 693 Oh! did you observe the black Canon pass. 840 Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly breezes 859 521 Rarely, rarely, comest thou Reach me that handkerchief!- My brain is hurt Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit. Rome has fallen, ye see it lying Rough wind, that moanest loud She saw me not-she heard me not alone. She was an agèd woman; and the years Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou Silver key of the fountain of tears Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain So now my summer task is ended, Mary Stern, stern is the voice of fate's fearful command Sweet star, which gleaming o'er the darksome scene Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of light The awful shadow of some unseen Power The billows on the beach are leaping around it The curtain of the Universe. The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie 606 358 54 The stars may dissolve, and the fountain of light 839 647 557 The sun makes music as of old 740 The transport of a fierce and monstrous gladness 144 626 The voice of the Spirits of Air and of Earth 251 The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing 614 632 The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere 520 The world is now our dwelling-place There late was One within whose subtle being The world is dreary The world's great age begins anew Then weave the web of the mystic measure There was a little lawny islet There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel 577 541 472 253 531 579 525 668 156 These are two friends whose lives were undivided Thou art fair, and few are fairer. "Tis midnight now-athwart the murky air. To the deep, to the deep To thirst and find no fill-to wail and wander "Twas at the season when the Earth upsprings "Twas dead of the night, when I sat in my dwelling Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years What Mary is when she a little smiles . What men gain fairly-that they should possess. 'What think you the dead are? What thoughts had sway o'er Cythna's lonely slumber What was the shriek that struck Fancy's ear PAGE When soft winds and sunny skies. 654 When the lamp is shattered. 661 When the last hope of trampled France had failed 41 When winds that move not its calm surface sweep 714 652 Where man's profane and tainting hand 870 Whose is the love that gleaming through the world 754 Why is it said thou canst not live 859 Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one 642 Wilt thou forget the happy hours 549 Within a cavern of man's trackless spirit Ye congregated powers of heaven, who share 604 452 462 238 714 580 618 718 692 855 164 |