Part 12

The sky is silver-grey; the long, 153

The Winter being over, 11

There ance was a may, and she lo’ed na men, 48

There was an eye, whose partial glance, 94

They trod the streets and squares where now I tread, 157

This book by any yet unread, 7

Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man, 101

Thou who dost all my worldly thoughts employ, 52

Though Fortune have so far from me removed, 29

Though infant years no pompous honours claim, 65

’Tis not enough for one that is a wife, 4

To the forgotten dead, 165

Too late for love, too late for joy, 140

Trail all your pikes, dispirit every drum, 40

True genius, but true woman! dost deny, 102

Twice forty months of wedlock I did stay, 17

’Twas in heaven pronounced—it was mutter’d in hell, 85

’Twas the dream of a God, 159

Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!, 104

Wanton drole, whose harmless play, 82

We are Diana’s virgin train, 34

We were young, we were merry, we were very very wise, 151

Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, 46

Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms, 127

Welcome, dear wanderer, once more!, 66

Well, some may hate, and some may scorn, 123

Wha’ll buy my caller herrin’?, 89

What was he doing, the great god Pan, 109

What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through, 144

When all alone in some belov’d retreat, 38

When from the world I shall be ta’en, 10

When I am dead, few friends attend my hearse, 36

When I am dead, my dearest, 131

When our two souls stand up erect and strong, 106

When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, 79

When the tempestuous sea did foam and roar, 18

When to the Under-world despis’d he goes, 41

Where drowsy sound of college-chimes, 155

Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing?, 39

Why do I love? go ask the glorious sun, 27

With this ambiguous earth, 161

Would you be young again?, 90

You little know the heart that you advise, 58

You wrong me, Strephon, when you say, 26

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