A glorious people vibrated again,
185.

A Sensitive Plant in a garden
grew, 167.

An old, mad, blind, despised, and

dying king, 158.
Arethusa arose, 195.
Ariel to Miranda. - Take, 293.
Art thou pale for weariness, 220.

Best and brightest, come away, 288.

Do you not hear the Aziola cry,
275.

Earth, ocean, air, beloved brother-
hood, 3.

Echoes we listen, 95.

From the ends of the earth, from

the ends of the earth, 75.
From the forests and highlands,

202.

From unremembered ages we, 83.

Good night? ah! no; the hour is

ill, 219.

Ha! Ha! the caverns of my hol-
low mountains, 148.

Hail to thee, blithe spirit, 181.
Her voice did quiver as we parted,
30.

I arise from dreams of thee, 163.
I bring fresh showers for the
thirsting flowers, 179.

I dreamed that, as I wandered by
the way, 198.

I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden,
198.

I met a traveller from an antique
land, 31.

I stood within the city disinterred,
213.

I weep for Adonais - he is dead,
256.

If I walk in Autumn's even, 277.
It interpenetrates my granite mass,
149.

Life may change, but it may fly
not, 280.

Life of Life, thy lips enkindle, 114.
Lift not the painted veil which
those who live, 44.

Like the ghost of a dear friend
dead, 221.

Listen, listen, Mary mine, 32.

Madonna, wherefore hast thou
sent to me, 226.

Many a green isle needs must be,
33.

Men of England, wherefore plough,

158.

O, wild West Wind, thou breath

of Autumn's being, 160.
Oh, world! oh, life! oh, time, 275.
On a battle-trumpet's blast, 83.
On a poet's lips I slept, 85.

On the brink of the night and the

morning, 112.

One came forth of gentle worth,

77.

One word is too often profaned,
278.

Orphan hours, the year is dead,

222.

Our spoil is won, 141.

Palace-roof of cloudless nights,
165.

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to

know, 27.

Rarely, rarely, comest thou, 249.
Rough wind, that moanest loud,
300.

Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth,

200.

She left me at the silent time, 297.

Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain,
285.

Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan
one, 230.

Swifter far than summer's flight,

276.

Swiftly walk o'er the western wave,
223.

Tell me, thou star, whose wings of
light, 220.

That time is dead for ever, child,
31.

The awful shadow of some unseen
Power, 27.

The cold earth slept below, 26.
The flower that smiles to-day,

251.

The Fountains mingle with the
River, 165.

The golden gates of Sleep unbar,
279.

The keen stars were twinkling,
296.

The odour from the flower is gone,
45.

The pale stars are gone, 135.
The path through which that
lovely twain, 97.

The serpent is shut out from para-
dise, 283.

The sleepless Hours who watch
me as I lie, 200.

The snow upon my lifeless moun-
tains, 149.

The spider spreads her webs,
whether she be, 203.
The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
46.

The wind has swept from the wide
atmosphere, 25.