Poem 275.
Maenad: a frenzied Nymph, attendant on Dionysus in the Greek mythology.
The sea-blooms, etc.: Plants under water sympathise with the seasons of the laud, and hence with the winds which affect them.
Poem 276.
Written soon after the death, by shipwreck, of Wordsworth's brother John. This Poem should be compared with Shelley's following it. Each is the most complete expression of the innermost spirit of his art given by these great Poets:—of that Idea which, as in the case of the true Painter (to quote the words of Reynolds), "subsists only in the mind: The sight never beheld it, nor has the hand expressed it; it is an idea residing in the breast of the artist, which he is always labouring to impart, and which he dies at last without imparting."
Poem 278.
Proteus represented the everlasting changes united with ever-recurrent sameness, of the Sea.
Poem 279.
the Royal Saint: Henry VI.
INDEX OF WRITERS.
WITH DATES OF BIRTH AND DEATH.
ALEXANDER, William (1580-1640) 22BACON, Francis (1561-1626) 57BARBAULD, Anna Laetitia (1743-1825) 165BARNEFIELD, Richard (16th Century) 34BEAUMONT, Francis (1586-1616) 67BURNS, Robert (1759-1796) 125, 132, 139, 144, 148, 149, 150, 151, 153,155, 156BYRON, George Gordon Noel (1788-1824) 169, 171, 173 190, 202; 209, 222,232CAMPBELL, Thomas (1777-1844) 181, 183, 187, 197, 206, 207, 215, 256,262, 267, 283CAREW, Thomas (1589-1639) 87CAREY, Henry (— -1743) 131CIBBER, Colley (1671-1757) 119COLERIDGE, Hartley (1796-1849) 175COLERIDGE, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834) 168, 280COLLINS, William (1720-1756) 124, 141, 146COLLINS, —- (18th Century) 164CONSTABLE, Henry (156-?-1604?) 15COWLEY, Abraham (1618-1667) 102COWPER, William (1731-1800) 129, 134, 143, 160, 161, 162CRASHAW, Richard (1615?-1652) 79CUNNINGHAM, Allan (1784-1842) 205DANIEL, Samuel (1562-1619) 35DEKKER, Thomas (— -1638?) 54DRAYTON, Michael (1563-1631) 37DRUMMOND, William (1585-1649) 2, 38, 43, 55, 58, 59, 61DRYDEN, John (1631-1700) 63, 116ELLIOTT, Jane (18th Century) 126FLETCHER, John (1576-1625) 104GAY, John (1688-1732) 130GOLDSMITH, Oliver (1728-1774) 138GRAHAM, —- (1735-1797) 133GRAY, Thomas (1716-1771) 117, 120, 123, 140, 142, 147, 158, 159HERBERT, George (1593-1632) 74HERRICK, Robert (1591-1674?) 82, 88, 92, 93, 96, 109, 110HEYWOOD, Thomas (— -1649?) 52HOOD, Thomas (1798-1845) 224, 231, 235JONSON, Ben (1574-1637) 73, 78, 90KEATS, John (1795-1821) 166, 167, 191, 193, 198, 229, 244, 255, 270, 284LAMB, Charles (1775-1835) 220, 233, 237LINDSAY, Anne (1750-1825) 152LODGE, Thomas (1556-1625) 16LOGAN, John (1748-1788) 127LOVELACE, Richard (1618-1658) 83, 99, 100LYLYE, John (1554-1600) 51MARLOWE, Christopher (1562-1593) 5MARVELL, Andrew (1620-1678) 65, 111, 114MICKLE, William Julius (1734-1788) 154MILTON, John (1608-1674) 62, 64, 66, 70, 71, 76, 77, 85, 112, 113, 115MOORE, Thomas (1780-1852) 185, 201, 217, 221, 225NAIRN, Carolina (1766-1845) 157NASH, Thomas (1567-1601?) 1PHILIPS, Ambrose (1671-1749) 121POPE, Alexander (1688-1744) 118PRIOR, Matthew (1664-1721) 137ROGERS, Samuel (1762-1855) 135, 145SCOTT, Walter (1771-1832) 105, 170, 182, 186, 192, 194, 196, 204, 230,234, 236, 239, 263SEDLEY, Charles (1639-1701) 81, 98SEWELL, George (— -1726) 163SHAKESPEARE, William (1564-1616) 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 18,19, 20, 23, 24, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 36, 39, 42, 44, 45, 46, 48, 4950, 56, 60SHELLEY, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822) 172, 176, 184, 188, 195, 203, 226,227, 241, 246, 252, 259, 260, 264, 265, 268, 271, 274, 275, 277, 285,288SHIRLEY, James (1596-1666) 68, 69SIDNEY, Philip (1554-1586) 24SOUTHEY, Robert (1774-1843) 216, 228SPENSER, Edmund (1553-1598/9) 53SUCKLING, John (1608/9-1641) 101SYLVESTER, Joshua (1563-1618) 25THOMSON, James (1700-1748) 122, 136VAUGHAN, Henry (1621-1695) 75VERE, Edward (1534-1604) 41WALLER, Edmund (1605-1687) 89, 95WEBSTER, John (— -1638?) 47WITHER, George (1588-1667) 103WOLFE, Charles (1791-1823) 218WORDSWORTH, William (1770-1850) 174, 177, 178, 179, 180, 189, 200, 208,210, 211, 212, 213, 214, 219, 223, 238, 240, 242, 243, 245, 247, 248,249, 250, 251, 253, 254, 257, 258, 261, 266, 269, 272, 273, 276, 278,279, 281, 282, 286, 287WOTTON, Henry (1568-1639) 72, 84WYAT, Thomas (1503-1542) 21, 33UNKNOWN: 9, 17, 40, 80, 86, 91, 94, 97, 106, 107, 108, 128
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.Absence, hear thou my protestationA Chieftain to the Highlands boundA flock of sheep that leisurely pass byAh, Chloris! could I now but sitAh! County Guy, the hour is nighAll in the Downs the fleet was moor'dAll thoughts, all passions, all delightsAnd are ye sure the news is true?And is this Yarrow?—This the StreamAnd thou art dead, as young and fairAnd wilt thou leave me thus?Ariel to Miranda:—TakeArt thou pale for wearinessArt thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?As it fell upon a dayAs I was walking all alaneA slumber did my spirit sealAs slow our ship her foamy trackA sweet disorder in the dressAt the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appearsAt the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I flyAvenge, O Lord! Thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bonesAwake, Aeolian lyre, awakeAwake, awake, my Lyre!A weary lot is thine, fair maidA wet sheet and a flowing seaA widow bird sate mourning for her Love
Bards of Passion and of MirthBeauty sat bathing by a springBehold her, single in the fieldBeing your slave, what should I do but tendBeneath these fruit-tree boughs that shedBest and brightest, come awayBid me to live, and I will liveBlest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joyBlow, blow, thou winter windBright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wrenCalm was the day, and through the trembling airCaptain, or Colonel, or Knight in ArmsCare-charmer Sleep, son of the sable NightCome away, come away, deathCome live with me and be my LoveCrabbed Age and YouthCupid and my Campaspe play'dCyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench
Daughter of Jove, relentless powerDaughter to that good earl, once PresidentDegenerate Douglas! O the unworthy lord!Diaphenia like the daffadowndillyDoth then the world go thus, doth all thus move?Down in yon garden sweet and gayDrink to me only with thine eyesDuncan Gray cam here to woo
Earl March look'd on his dying childEarth has not anything to show more fairEternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!Ethereal Minstrel! Pilgrim of the sky!Ever let the Fancy roam
Fair Daffodils, we weep to seeFair pledges of a fruitful treeFarewell! thou art too dear for my possessingFear no more the heat o' the sunFor ever, Fortune, wilt thou proveForget not yet the tried intentFour Seasons fill the measure of the yearFrom Harmony, from heavenly HarmonyFrom Stirling Castle we had seenFull fathom five thy father lies
Gather ye rose-buds while ye mayGem of the crimson-colour'd EvenGo fetch to me a pint o' wineGo, lovely Rose!
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!Happy the man, whose wish and careHappy those early days, when IHe is gone on the mountainHe that loves a rosy cheekHence, all you vain delightsHence, loathéd MelancholyHence, vain deluding JoysHow delicious is the winningHow happy is he born and taughtHow like a winter hath my absence beenHow sleep the Brave, who sink to restHow sweet the answer Echo makesHow vainly men themselves amaze
I am monarch of all I surveyI arise from dreams of theeI dream'd that as I wander'd by the wayIf aught of oaten stop or pastoral songIf doughty deeds my lady pleaseI fear thy kisses, gentle maidenIf Thou survive my well-contented dayIf to be absent were to beIf women could be fair, and yet not fondI have had playmates, I have had companionsI heard a thousand blended notesI met a traveller from an antique landI'm wearing awa', JeanIn a drear-nighted DecemberIn the downhill of life, when I find I'm decliningIn the sweet shire of CardiganI remember, I rememberI saw where in the shroud did lurkIt is a beauteous evening, calm and freeIt is not Beauty I demandIt is not growing like a treeI travell'd among unknown menIt was a lover and his lassIt was a summer eveningI've heard them lilting at our ewe-milkingI wander'd lonely as a cloudI was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!I wish I were where Helen lies
John Anderson, my jo, John
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous sonLet me not to the marriage of true mindsLife! I know not what thou artLife of Life! thy lips enkindleLike as the waves make towards the pebbled shoreLike to the clear in highest sphereLove not me for comely graceLo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours
Many a green isle needs must beMary! I want a lyre with other stringsMilton! thou shouldst be living at this hourMine be a cot beside the hillMortality, behold and fearMost sweet it is with unuplifted eyesMuch have I travell'd in the realms of goldMusic, when soft voices dieMy days among the Dead are pastMy heart aches, and a drowsy numbness painsMy heart leaps up when I beholdMy Love in her attire doth show her witMy lute, be as thou wert when thou didst growMy thoughts hold mortal strifeMy true-love hath my heart, and I have his
No longer mourn for me when I am deadNot a drum was heard, not a funeral noteNot, Celia, that I juster amNow the golden Morn aloftNow the last day of many days
O blithe new-comer! I have heardO Brignall banks are wild and fairOf all the girls that are so smartOf a' the airts the wind can blawOf Nelson and the NorthO Friend! I know not which way I must lookOf this fair volume which we World do nameOft in the stilly nightO if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harmOh, lovers' eyes are sharp to seeOh, snatch'd away in beauty's bloom!O listen, listen, ladies gay!O Mary, at thy window beO me! what eyes hath love put in my headO mistress mine, where are you roaming?O my Luve's like a red, red roseOn a day, alack the day!On a Poet's lips I sleptOnce did She hold the gorgeous East in feeOne more UnfortunateOne word is too often profanedO never say that I was false of heartOn Linden, when the sun was lowO saw ye bonnie LesleyO say what is that thing call'd LightO talk not to me of a name great in storyOur bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'dOver the mountainsO waly waly up the bankO what can ail thee, knight-at-armsO Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's beingO World! O Life! O Time!
Pack, clouds, away, and welcome dayPhoebus, arise!Pibroch of Donuil DhuPoor Soul, the centre of my sinful earthProud Maisie is in the wood
Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair
Rarely, rarely, comest thouRuin seize thee, ruthless King!
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulnessShall I compare thee to a summer's day?Shall I, wasting in despairShe dwelt among the untrodden waysShe is not fair to outward viewShe walks in beauty, like the nightShe was a phantom of delightSince brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless seaSince there's no help, come let us kiss and partSleep on, and dream of Heaven awhileSouls of Poets dead and goneSpring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant kingStar that bringest home the beeStern Daughter of the voice of God!Surprised by joy—impatient as the windSweet, be not proud of those two eyesSweet Highland Girl, a very showerSweet stream, that winds through yonder gladeSwiftly walk over the western wave
Take, O take those lips awayTax not the royal Saint with vain expenseTell me not, Sweet, I am unkindTell me where is Fancy bredThat time of year thou may'st in me beholdThat which her slender waist confinedThe curfew tolls the knell of parting dayThe forward youth that would appearThe fountains mingle with the riverThe glories of our blood and stateThe last and greatest Herald of Heaven's KingThe lovely lass o' InvernessThe merchant, to secure his treasureThe more we live, more brief appearThe poplars are fell'd! farewell to the shadeThe sun is warm, the sky is clearThe sun upon the lake is lowThe twentieth year is well-nigh pastThe World is too much with us; late and soonThe World's a bubble, and the Life of ManThere be none of Beauty's daughtersThere is a flower, the lesser CelandineThere is a garden in her faceThere's not a joy the world can give like that it takes awayThere was a time when meadow, grove, and streamThey that have power to hurt, and will do noneThis is the month, and this the happy mornThis life, which seems so fairThree years she grew in sun and showerThy braes were bonnie, Yarrow streamThy hue, dear pledge, is pure and brightTimely blossom, Infant fairTired with all these, for restful death I cryToll for the braveTo me, fair Friend, you never can be old'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won'Twas on a lofty vase's sideTwo Voices are there, one is of the Sea
Under the greenwood tree
Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms strayingVictorious men of earth, no more
Waken, lords and ladies gayWee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastieWere I as base as is the lowly plainWe talk'd with open heart, and tongueWe walk'd along, while bright and redWe watch'd her breathing thro' the nightWhenas in silks my Julia goesWhen Britain first at Heaven's commandWhen first the fiery-mantled SunWhen God at first made ManWhen he who adores thee has left but the nameWhen icicles hang by the wallWhen I consider how my light is spentWhen I have borne in memory what has tamedWhen I have fears that I may cease to beWhen I have seen by Time's fell hand defacedWhen in disgrace with fortune and men's eyesWhen in the chronicle of wasted timeWhen lovely woman stoops to follyWhen Love with unconfined wingsWhen maidens such as Hester dieWhen Music, heavenly maid, was youngWhen Ruth was left half desolateWhen the lamp is shatter'dWhen the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hameWhen to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtWhen we two partedWhere art thou, my beloved SonWhere shall the lover restWhere the remote Bermudas rideWhile that the sun with his beams hotWhoe'er she beWhy art thou silent? Is thy love a plantWhy, Damon, with the forward dayWhy so pale and wan, fond lover?Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?With little here to do or see
Ye banks and braes and streams aroundYe banks and braes o' bonnie DoonYe distant spires, ye antique towersYe Mariners of EnglandYes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye!Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once moreYou meaner beauties of the night
Corrections to Collins edition:Poem 143—"W. COUPER" to "W. COWPER"Poem 274—"like a green see" to "like a green sea"Poem 280—"woful Ere" to "woeful Ere"Palgrave's Notes—Poem 62: "mythe" to "myth"Palgrave's Notes—Poem 85: "Parliamant" to "Parliament"Palgrave's Notes—Poem 140: "Acolian lyre" to "Aeolian lyre"Palgrave's Notes—Poem 140: "were Cytheria" to "where Cytheria"Palgrave's Notes—Poem 275: "Geeek" to "Greek"