- A melancholy face Charles Carville had
- A flying word from here and there
- A vanished house that for an hour I knew
- All you that are enamored of my name
- Alone, remote, nor witting where I went
- Although I saw before me there the face
- And there we were together again
- And there you are again, now as you are
- As often as we thought of her
- As often as he let himself be seen
- As eons of incalculable strife
- As long as Fame’s imperious music rings
- At first I thought there was a superfine
- Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore
- Be calm? And was I frantic?
- Because he puts the compromising chart
- Because he was a butcher and thereby
- Before there was in Egypt any sound
- Between me and the sunset, like a dome
- Blessed with a joy that only she
- Blue in the west the mountain stands
- By what serene malevolence of names
- Child of a line accurst
- Cliff Klingenhagen had me in to dine
- Come away! come away! there’s a frost along the marshes
- Confused, he found her lavishing feminine
- Could he have made Priscilla share
- Dark hills at evening in the west
- Dear friends, reproach me not for what I do
- Do I hear them? Yes, I hear the children singing—and what of it?
- Faint white pillars that seem to fade
- Fear, like a living fire that only death
- For what we owe to other days
- Foreguarded and unfevered and serene
- Four o’clock this afternoon
- Friendless and faint, with martyred steps and slow
- From the Past and Unavailing
- Gawaine, Gawaine, what look ye for to see
- Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot
- Give him the darkest inch your shelf allows
- Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal
- Gone—faded out of the story, the sea-faring friend I remember?
- Hamilton, if he rides you down, remember
- He knocked, and I beheld him at the door
- He took a frayed hat from his head
- Here there is death. But even here, they say
- Herodion, Apelles, Amplias
- His words were magic and his heart was true
- I heard one who said: Verily
- I cannot find my way: there is no star
- I found a torrent falling in a glen
- I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town
- I did not think that I should find them there
- I met him, as one meets a ghost or two
- I pray you not, Leuconoë, to pore
- I saw by looking in his eyes
- I say no more for Clavering
- If ever I am old, and all alone
- In Tilbury Town did Old King Cole
- In dreams I crossed a barren land
- Isaac and Archibald were two old men
- It may have been the pride in me for aught
- Just as I wonder at the twofold screen
- Let him answer as he will
- Like a dry fish flung inland far from shore
- Long warned of many terrors more severe
- Long after there were none of them alive
- Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn
- My northern pines are good enough for me
- Never mind the day we left, or the day the women clung to us
- Never was there a man much uglier
- No sound of any storm that shakes
- No longer torn by what she knows
- No matter why, nor whence, nor when she came
- No more with overflowing light
- No, no,—forget your Cricket and your Ant
- No, Mary, there was nothing—not a word
- Not even if with a wizard force I might
- Nothing will hold him longer—let him go
- Now in a thought, now in a shadowed word
- Now you have read them all; or if not all
- O’Leary was a poet—for a while
- Observant of the way she told
- Of all among the fallen from on high
- Oh for a poet—for a beacon bright
- Old Archibald, in his eternal chair
- Old Eben Flood, climbing along one night
- Once there was a cabin here, and once there was a man
- Once, when I wandered in the woods alone
- Pamela was too gentle to deceive
- Partly to think, more to be left alone
- Said the Watcher by the Way
- Shall I never make him look at me again?
- She fears him, and will always ask
- She’d look upon us, if she could
- Since Persia fell at Marathon
- Since you remember Nimmo, and arrive
- Slowly I smoke and hug my knee
- Small knowledge have we that by knowledge met
- So long adrift, so fast aground
- Strange that I did not know him then
- Take it away, and swallow it yourself
- Tell me what you’re doing over here, John Gorham
- Ten years together without yet a cloud
- The ghost of Ninon would be sorry now
- The master and the slave go hand in hand
- The table hurled itself, to our surprise
- The doubt you fought so long
- The master played the bishop’s pawn
- The palms of Mammon have disowned
- The miller’s wife had waited long
- The deacon thought. “I know them,” he began
- The day was here when it was his to know
- The Lord Apollo, who has never died
- The man Flammonde, from God knows where
- The man who cloaked his bitterness within
- There be two men of all mankind
- There is a fenceless garden overgrown
- There is a drear and lonely tract of hell
- There is a question that I ask
- There were faces to remember in the Valley of the Shadow
- They called it Annandale—and I was there
- They are all gone away
- They have made for Leonora this low dwelling in the ground
- They met, and overwhelming her distrust
- Think not, because I wonder where you fled
- Though for your sake I would not have you now
- Though not for common praise of him
- Through the shine, through the rain
- Time was when his half million drew
- To the lore of no manner of men
- Two brothers, Oakes and Oliver
- Two men came out of Shannon’s, having known
- Unyielding in the pride of his defiance
- Up from the street and the crowds that went
- Up the old hill to the old house again
- Vengeful across the cold November moors
- War shook the land where Levi dwelt
- We thrill too strangely at the master’s touch
- We parted where the old gas-lamp still burned
- We are false and evanescent, and aware of our deceit
- We go no more to Calverly’s
- We told of him as one who should have soared
- Well, Bokardo, here we are
- When these graven lines you see
- When he protested, not too solemnly
- When he was here alive, Eileen
- When he, who is the unforgiven
- When in from Delos came the gold
- When we can all so excellently give
- Whenever Richard Cory went down town
- Whenever I go by there nowadays
- Where’s the need of singing now?
- Where a faint light shines alone
- Where are you going to-night, to-night
- Whether all towns and all who live in them
- While I stood listening, discreetly dumb
- Why am I not myself these many days
- Why do you dig like long-clawed scavengers
- Withal a meagre man was Aaron Stark
- Ye gods that have a home beyond the world
- Yes, you have it; I can see
- You thought we knew, she said, but we were wrong
- You Eyes, you large and all-inquiring Eyes
- You are a friend then, as I make it out
- You that in vain would front the coming order
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