Quincey, 295.

Heaven and Hell (from Religio Lamb, A Meeting
Medici) -Browne, 121.
Heroes and Hero-Worship (extract)
Carlyle, 338.

HERRICK, ROBERT, 94-99.
History of England (extract)
Macaulay, 327.
Home-Thoughts, from Abroad
Browning, 427.

HOWARD, HENRY, EARL OF SURREY,
65-67.

How Roses Came Red
96.

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with De

LANGLAND, WILLIAM, 18-20.
London, 1802 - Wordsworth, 245.
Lord Randal Anonymous, 55.
LOVELACE, RICHARD, 101–102.
Lucasta, To Lovelace, 101.
Lycidas Milton, 112.

"Lycidas," on Some Lines of -
Ruskin, 382.

LYLY, JOHN, 68-71.

Herrick, "Lyrical Ballads," Preface to (ex-
tracts) Wordsworth, 233.

How Sleep the Brave Collins,

HUXLEY, THOMAS HENRY, 372 MANDEVILLE, SIR JOHN, 20-21.
381.

Marlborough (from The Campaign)
- Addison, 171.

MARLOWE, CHRISTOPHER, 87-88.
Marmion (extract) - Scott, 312.
Marriage and Single Life, Of-
Bacon, 80.

Memorial Verses Arnold, 395.
Tenny- Mill on the Floss, The (extract) ·

Eliot, 357.

Carew, MILTON, JOHN, 103-120.

Cyne-

Ode: "How Sleep the Brave"

Collins, 211.

Prologue to the Canterbury Tales ·
Chaucer, 22.

Ode on a Grecian Urn - Keats, Prothalamion (extract)

-

- Spenser,

Rabbi Ben Ezra Browning, 428.
Rasselas (extract) — Johnson, 193.
Medici (extracts)

Oliver Twist, Preface to Dickens, Religio
343.

On First Looking into Chapman's
Keats, 268.

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Homer
On his Blindness Milton, 118.
On the Grasshopper and the Cricket
Keats, 268.

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Pardoner's Tale, The-Chaucer, 40.
Paraphrase, The (extract) - Cad-
mon, 4.

Passionate Shepherd to his Love,
The Marlowe, 88.
Pastoral Care, Preface to Pope
Gregory's Alfred the Great, 9.
Patriotism, An Observation on-
Coleridge, 248.

PEPYS, SAMUEL, 124-129.
Phillis, To- Herrick, 98.

Browne, 121.

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Requiescat Arnold, 397.
Retaliation, The (extract)
smith, 206.
Revenge, The

- Gold-

Tennyson, 414.

St. Agnes, The Eve of Keats,
270.

Scientific Investigation, The Method
of Huxley, 372.

SCOTT, SIR WALTER, 303-314.
Seasons, The (extracts) Thom-
son, 188.

Piers the Plowman, The Vision of Sesame and Lilies (extract) -

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Shakespeare (sonnet) Arnold,

395.

Shakespeare, To the Memory of —
Jonson, 92.

SHAKSPERE, WILLIAM, 88-91.

SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE, 259–268.
Sheriffs of Bristol, Letter to (extract)
- Burke, 207.

SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP, 71-73.
Sir Patrick Spens

52.

Anonymous,

Words- Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

Prester John, The Land of -
Mandeville, 20.

Pride and Prejudice (extract)
Austen, 315.

Princess, The (song from)
Tennyson, 410.

(extracts)

--

Anonymous, 12.

Skylark, To a- Shelley, 264.

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Sohrab and Rustum (extract) -
Arnold, 398.

Sonnet on Shakespeare Arnold, | Throstle, The· - Tennyson, 421.

Tables Turned, The - Wordsworth, Vision of Mirzah, The -

INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POEMS

Adam scriveyn, if ever it thee Hail to thee, blithe spirit! 264.

bifalle, 52.

All human things are subject to
decay, 132.

Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's

gate sings, 90.

Hence, loathed Melancholy, 103.

At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Hence, vain deluding Joys, 108.
Grenville lay, 414.

At length they all to mery London
came, 77.

Here lies our good Edmund, whose

genius was such, 206.

He that loves a rosy cheek, 100.

At the midnight in the silence of the Her mother died when she was

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gar- Hie upon Hielands, 54.

dens of roses, 251.

Home they brought her warrior
dead, 410.

Beside yon straggling fence that How sleep the brave who sink to

I bring fresh showers for the thirst-
ing flowers, 262.

If ought of oaten stop, or pastoral
song, 212.

Come live with me and be my love, I held it truth, with him who sings,
88.
407.
Cupid and my Campaspe played, 71. In a summer season, when soft was
the sun, 18.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, In Flaundres whylom was a com-
92.

panye, 40.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, 249.
Earth has not anything to show I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris,
more fair, 244.

and he, 423.

Is there, for honest poverty, 232.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among I wandered lonely as a cloud, 240.

thy green braes, 231.
Four years

above, 404.

and didst thou stay Let me not to the marriage of true

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
97.

Get up, get up for shame, the

blooming morn, 94.
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and
Greece, 395.

Good people all, of every sort, 206.
Grow old along with me, 428.

510

Men call you fair, and you do Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
credit it, 77.
101.
Milton! thou shouldst be living at That's my last Duchess painted on
this hour, 245.
the wall, 426.

Much have I travelled in the realms The charge of the gallant three hun-
of gold, 268.

My boat is on the shore, 257.

Now glory to the Lord of Hosts,
from whom all glories are, 330.
Nuns fret not at their convent's
narrow room, 245.

dred, the Heavy Brigade! 419.
The curfew tolls the knell of part-
ing day, 214.

The king sits in Dumferling toune,

52.

The poetry of earth is never dead,
268.

The sea is calm to-night, 402.

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilder- The soote season, that bud and
ness, 218.

Oh, to be in England, 427.

O Mistress mine, where are you
roaming? 90.

bloom forth brings, 65.

The spacious firmament on high,
172.

The world is a bundle of hay, 258.

Others abide our question. Thou The world is too much with us;

art free, 395.

Out upon it, I have loved, 102.
Over hill, over dale, 89.

O where hae ye been, Lord Randal,
my son? 55.

O wild West Wind, thou breath of
Autumn's being, 259.

O, Willie brewed a peck o' maut,
230.

late and soon, 246.

The year's at the spring, 422.
There lies the port; the vessel

puffs her sail, 406.

There was a sound of revelry by
night, 255.

Thou still unravished bride of
quietness, 269.

Three poets, in three distant ages
born, 134.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild Through life's dull road, so dim

sky, 408.

Roses at first were white, 96.

St. Agnes' Eve - Ah, bitter chill

it was! 270.

and dirty, 258.

Thy voice is on the rolling air, 409.
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on
thy name, 92.

Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, Under the greenwood tree, 89.
you have frowned, 246.

See, Winter comes, to rule the
varied year, 188.

She was a phantom of delight, 239.
Should auld acquaintance be for-
got, 229.

Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, 310.
Some fowls there be that have so
perfect sight, 65.

Strew on her roses, roses, 397.
Summer is coming,

Up! up! my friend and quit your
books, 238.

Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r,
221.

Wee, sleekit,

beastie, 220.

cowrin,

tim'rous

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of When I consider how my light is