263 INDEX OF WRITERS WITH DATES OF BIRTH AND DEATH BYRON, George Gordon Noel (1788-1824) 4, 6, 8, 25, 37, 44, 57, 67 COLERIDGE, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834) 3, 115 CUNNINGHAM, Allan (1784-1842) 40 HOOD, Thomas (1798-1845) 59, 66, 70 KEATS, John (1795-1821) 1, 2, 26, 28, 33, 34, 64, 79, 90, 105, 119 LAMB, Charles (1775-1835) 55, 68, 72 MOORE, Thomas (1780-1852) 20, 36, 52, 56, 60 SCOTT, Walter (1771-1832) 5, 17, 21, 27, 29, 31, 39, 65, 69, 71, 74, 98 SHELLEY, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822) 7, 11, 19, 23, 30, 38, 61, 62, 76, 81, 87, SOUTHEY, Robert (1774-1843) 51, 63 WOLFE, Charles (1791-1823) 53 WORDSWORTH, William (1770-1850) 9, 12, 13, 14, 15, 24, 35, 43, 45, 46, 47, A slumber did my spirit seal As slow our ship her foamy track. At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly. A wet sheet and a flowing sea. PAGE 20 169 27 4 154 48 136 20 79 135 48 38 54 168 2 134 116 A weary lot is thine, fair maid. 158 44 PAGE O blithe new-comer! I have heard O, Brignall banks are wild and fair Of Nelson, and the North O Friend! I know not which way I must look Oft in the stilly night O listen, listen, ladies gay O lovers' eyes are sharp to see. On a Poet's lips I slept. Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee. One word is too often profaned . On Linden, when the sun was low O snatch'd away in beauty's bloom O talk not to me of a name great in story Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Pibroch of Donuil Dhu. Rarely, rarely, comest thou Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. 118 9 57 66 100 42 65 92 51 69 96 8 169 202 52 91 85 147 17 15 13 14 Souls of Poets dead and gone 90 Star that bringest home the bee 166 Stern Daughter of the voice of God 60 Surprised by joy-impatient as the wind 47 Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower 129 Swiftly walk over the western wave 29 There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away 80 There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream. Three years she grew in sun and shower. Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying. Waken, lords and ladies gay. We talk'd with open heart, and tongue When first the fiery-mantled Sun When he who adores thee has left but the name. When I have fears that I may cease to be When maidens such as Hester die. When Ruth was left half desolate When the lamp is shatter'd When we two parted Where art thou, my beloved son Where shall the lover rest BOMBAY PRINTED AT THE EDUCATION SOCIETY'S PRESS, BYCULLA. |