350 Index to First Lines The poplars are fell'd; farewell to the shade The sun upon the lake is low The twentieth year is well-nigh past The World is too much with us; late and soon The world's a bubble and the Life of Man There be none of Beauty's daughters There is a flower, the Lesser Celandine There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream This is the month, and this the happy morn This Life, which seems so fair Three years she grew in sun and shower Tired with all these, for restful death I To me, fair Friend, you never can be old Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea Under the greenwood tree Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying Waken, lords and ladies gay 335 45 40 194 129 93 121 cry 43 132 ΙΟ 112 120 228 6 327 65 262 152 18 330 328 256 84 When he who adores thee has left but the name When I have borne in memory what has tamed 230 215 9 14 141 307 When the lamp is shatter'd When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame When to the sessions of sweet silent thought When we two parted 211 163 20 205 Where art thou, my beloved Son Where shall the lover rest Where the remote Bermudas ride While that the sun with his beams hot 27 Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more 179 89 198 282 162 141 170 222 274 59 78 THE TEMPLE PRESS, PRINTERS, LETCHWORTH |