Hog-Butcher for the World How do I love thee? Let me count the ways PAGE 433 283 102 357 356 I am His Highness' dog at Kew 355 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers 149 338 I heard the trailing garments of the Night 127 412 I love my little gowns I met a traveller from an antique land I never saw a Purple Cow I never see the red rose crown the year I saw him once before 332 281 340 289 175 328 I see in you the estuary that enlarges 359 I strove with none, for none was worth my strife I went a-riding, a-riding I went to turn the grass once after one I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree I wish I were where Helen lies I would be the Lyric If I can bear your love like a lamp before me 368 In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland 142 In after days when grasses high 305 In fair Provence, the land of lute and rose In youth my wings were strong and tireless Is it as plainly in our living shown Is there a whim-inspirèd fool. It is portentous, and a thing of state 214 130 373 194 99 4.09 It is too late now to retrieve It is very aggravating It little profits that an idle king It was the voice of the flowers on the West Wind Jenny kissed me when we met Jesse James was a lad that killed a-many a man John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Last night, among his fellow roughs Life is a jest, and all things show it 350 Lo with the ancient 443 Lords, knights, and 'squires, the numerous band 334 Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour 278 Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord 48 Mortality, behold and fear 113 My boat is on the shore 337 My country, 'tis of thee 44 Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold No longer mourn for me when I am dead Not here! the white North has thy bones; and thou 271 349 359 350 273 145 349 455 Now the stone house on the lake front is finished Now they are gone with all their songs and sins 384 288 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done O talk not to me of a name great in story O where ha'e ye been, Lord Randal, my son? O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being PAGE 402 287 139 257 239 223 353 Of all the rides since the birth of time 259 Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing 215 Oft have I seen at some cathedral door 287 Oh Rome! my country! City of the soul 426 Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light 42 Oh, slow to smite and swift to spare 4.03 395 Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west 248 211 153 Others abide our question. Thou are free Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned "Scorn not the sonnet," though its strength be sapped Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part Sleep softly eagle forgotten Sleep sweetly in your humble graves "So careful of the type?" but no So live, that when thy summons comes to join Such was he, our Martyr-chief Sweet and low, sweet and low Take up the White Man's burden Ten years together without yet a cloud That's my last Duchess painted on the wall The apparition of these faces in the crowd The curfew tolls the knell of parting day 290 199 360 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold 138 205 50 The heavens declare the glory of God 368 254 174 241 340 The poetry of earth is never dead 282 The poplars are felled; farewell to the shade 140 The seasons change, the winds they shift and veer The world is too much with us; late and soon There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream 228 345 |