She's gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie ..
She smiles and smiles, and will not sigh...
She stood alone amidst the April fields....
She stood breast high amid the corn
She stood in the harvest-field at noon..... 271
She walks in beauty, like the night
She was a phantom of delight.
She wearies with an ill unknown.
Silent nymph, with curious eye!.
Sitting all day in a silver mist
Slave of the dark and dirty mine!..
Slayer of winter, art thou here again?.
Sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares
Slowly, by God's hand unfurled.......
Remember us poor Mayers all!
Ring, sing ring, sing! pleasant Sabbath
bells!....
Saith the white owl to the martin folk
See, from this counterfeit of him...
Send down thy wingéd angel, God!
Serene, I fold my hands and wait..
Shall I tell you whom I love?..
She doth tell me where to borrow.
"She is dead!" they said to him.
away"
The midges dance aboon the burn
The melancholy days are come, the saddest
of the year.
St. Agnes' Eve, ah, bitter chill it was!.. 129
Steer hither, steer your wingéd pines....
Stern daughter of the voice of God!
Still sits the school-house by the road
Still to be neat, still to be drest...
Strike the loved harp; let the prelude be.. 339
Success had made him more than king.
Sure, to the mansions of the blest
Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright
Sweetest of all childlike dreams
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies!..
Sweet-scented flower! who 'rt wont to
bloom..
There is not in this wide world a valley so
sweet....
The bard has sung, God never formed a
soul....
The birds, when winter shades the sky.... 165 They are all gone into the world of light.. 33
The winds that once the Argo bore.
The wind was whispering to the vines..... 305
The word of the Lord by night....
The world is too much with us; late and
They gave the whole long day to idle
laughter....
303
They sat and combed their beautiful hair.. 292
They that have power to hurt and will do
Thine eyes still shone for me, though far..
Think me not unkind and rude..
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets fain
This morning, timely rapt with holy fire...
This only grant me, that my means may lie 40
Thou art, O God! the life and light.... 124
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew... 189
Thou Grace Divine, encircling all..
245
Thought is deeper than all speech
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie.. 145
Thou lingering star, with lessening ray....
Thou singest by the gleaming isles...
Thou, who didst stoop below..
Three fishers went sailing out into the west 249
Three Poets, in three distant ages born 46
Threescore o' nobles rade up the king's ha' 78
Three years she grew in sun and shower.. 100
Thrice happy she that is so well assured...
Thy banks were bonnie, Yarrow stream...
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
Till the slow daylight pale....
"T is a story told by Kalidasa
"T is the middle of night by the castle clock 110
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
To him who in the love of Nature holds... 187
Toll for the brave !...
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