Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
A baby’s feet to He tripp’d upIndex to First Lines
- A baby’s feet, like sea-shells pink
- A being cleaves the moonlit air
- Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide
- A blood-red ring hung round the moon
- A boat, beneath a sunny sky
- About Glenkindie and his man
- Above yon sombre swell of land
- Across the fields like swallows fly
- Across the sea a land there is
- A cypress-bough, and a rose-wreath sweet
- Afar the hunt in vales below has sped
- A floating, a floating
- A golden gillyflower to-day
- A good sword and a trusty hand!
- A happy day at Whitsuntide
- Ah, be not vain. In yon flower-bell
- Ah, bring it not so grudgingly
- Ah, did you once see Shelley plain
- Ah! I ’m feared thou’s come too sooin
- Ah! leave the smoke, the wealth, the roar
- Ah! long ago since I or thou
- Ah, love, the teacher we decried
- Ah! not because our Soldier died before his field was won
- A ho! A ho!
- Ahoy! and O-ho! and it ’s who ’s for the ferry?
- Ah, sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel
- Ah! thou, too
- Ah what avails the sceptred race
- A lane of elms in June;—the air
- Alas, how soon the hours are over
- Alas, that my heart is a lute
- Alas, the moon should ever beam
- Alas! who knows or cares, my love
- A line of light! it is the inland sea
- A little fair soul that knew no sin
- A little gray hill-glade, close-turfed, withdrawn
- A little love, of Heaven a little share
- A little while a little love
- A little while my love and I
- All beautiful things bring sadness, nor alone
- All in the April evening
- All June I bound the rose in sheaves
- All my stars forsake me
- All night I watched awake for morning
- All other joys of life he strove to warm
- All the storm has rolled away
- All the world over, I wonder, in lands that I never have trod
- All things are changed save thee,—thou art the same
- All things journey: sun and moon
- All things that pass
- Alone I stay; for I am lame
- A lonely way, and as I went my eyes
- Although I enter not
- A maid who mindful of her playful time
- Ambitious Nile, thy banks deplore
- Am I the slave they say
- A moth belated, sun and zephyrkist
- And even our women, lastly grumbles Ben
- And is the swallow gone?
- And thus all-expectant abiding I waited not long for soon
- And truth, you say, is all divine
- And we might trust these youths and maidens fair
- And you, ye stars
- Anear the centre of that northern crest
- Another night, and yet no tidings come
- A pale and soul-sick woman with wan eyes
- A pensive photograph
- A place in thy memory, Dearest!
- A poet of one mood in all my lays
- A poor old king with sorrow for my crown
- Are you ready for your steeplechase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorrèe?
- Are you tir’d?
- Arise, my slumbering soul! arise
- A roundel is wrought as a ring or a sphere
- Artemidora! Gods invisible
- Art’s use; what is it but to touch the springs
- A seat for three, where host and guest
- As fly the shadows o’er the grass
- A shoal of idlers, from a merchant craft
- As I came round the harbor buoy
- As I came wandering down Glen Spean
- Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea
- As one dark morn I trod a forest glade
- As one that for a weary space has lain
- As one who strives from some fast steamer’s side
- As one would stand who saw a sudden light
- As on my bed at dawn I mus’d and pray’d
- A Sonnet is a moment’s monument
- A spade! a rake! a hoe!
- As ships, becalm’d at eve, that lay
- As thro’ the land at eve we went
- A street there is in Paris famous
- As yonder lamp in my vacated room
- At a pot-house bar as I chanced to pass
- At dinner she is hostess, I am host
- A thousand miles from land are we
- At husking time the tassel fades
- Athwart the sky a lowly sigh
- At Nebra, by the Unstrut
- At night when sick folk wakeful lie
- At Paris it was, at the Opera there
- At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time
- Awake, my heart, to be lov’d, awake, awake!
- Awake!—the crimson dawn is glowing
- Awake thee, my Lady-love!
- Away, haunt thou not me
- Aw’d by her own rash words she was still
- A widow,—she had only one!
- Ay, an old story, yet it might
- Aye, squire, said Stevens, they back him at evens
- Back to the flower-town, side by side
- Barb’d blossom of the guarded gorse
- Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!
- Beautiful face of a child
- Beautiful spoils! borne off from vanquish’d death!
- Beauty still walketh on the earth and air
- Because the shadows deepen’d verily
- Before I trust my fate to thee
- Before us in the sultry dawn arose
- Beloved, it is morn!
- Below lies one whose name was traced in sand
- Be mine, and I will give thy name
- Beneath a palm-tree by a clear cool spring
- Beneath the sand-storm John the Pilgrim prays
- Beneath the shadow of dawn’s aerial cope
- Beneath this starry arch
- Be not afraid to pray—to pray is right
- Be patient, O be patient! Put your ear against the earth
- Beside the pounding cataracts
- Better trust all and be deceiv’d
- Between the roadside and the wood
- Between the showers I went my way
- Between two golden tufts of summer grass
- Beyond a hundred years and more
- Beyond the smiling and the weeping
- Beyond the vague Atlantic deep
- Birds that were gray in the green are black in the yellow
- Bless the dear old verdant land!
- Blithe playmate of the Summer time
- Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying
- Blow, wind, blow
- Blythe bell, that calls to bridal halls
- Bonnie Bessie Lee had a face fu’ o’ smiles
- Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
- Borgia, thou once wert almost too august
- Both thou and I alike, my Bacchic urn
- Brave as a falcon and as merciless
- Break, break, break
- Breath o’ the grass
- Brief is Erinna’s song, her lowly lay
- Bright Eyes, Light Eyes! Daughter of a Fay!
- Bring me my dead!
- Bring no jarring lute this way
- Bring snow-white lilies, pallid heart-flushed roses
- Brother, thou art gone before us
- Brown eyes
- Build high your white and dazzling palaces
- Bury the Great Duke
- But now the sun had pass’d the height of Heaven
- But yesterday she played with childish things
- Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing, my golden-belted bees
- By a dim shore where water darkening
- By copse and hedgerow, waste and wall
- Charles,—for it seems you wish to know
- Cheeks as soft as July peaches
- Chicken-skin, delicate, white
- Child of a day, thou knowest not
- Children indeed are we—children that wait
- Christmas is here
- City about whose brow the north winds blow
- Colonos! can it be that thou hast still
- Come and kiss me, mistress Beauty
- Come, dear children, let us away
- Come from busy haunts of men
- Come here, good people great and small, that wander far abroad
- Come hither, Evan Cameron!
- Come in the evening, or come in the morning
- Come! in this cool retreat
- Come into the garden, Maud
- Come Micky and Molly and dainty Dolly
- Come, Sleep! but mind ye! if you come without
- Comes something down with eventide
- Come, stand we here within this cactus-brake
- Comes the lure of green things growing
- Come then, a song; a winding gentle song
- Come while the afternoon of May
- Consider the sea’s listless chime
- Cool, and palm-shaded from the torrid heat
- Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas
- Count each affliction, whether light or grave
- Countess, I see the flying year
- Count the flashes in the surf
- Courage! he said, and pointed toward the land
- Curious, the ways of these folk of humble and hardly condition
- Cursed by the gods and crowned with shame
- Darby dear, we are old and gray
- Dark Lily without blame
- Day is dead, and let us sleep
- Day of my life! Where can she get?
- Dead! One of them shot by the sea in the east
- Dead. The dead year is lying at my feet
- Dead, with their eyes to the foe
- Dear child! whom sleep can hardly tame
- Dear Cosmopolitan,—I know
- Dear, did you know how sweet to me
- Dear Eyes, set deep within the shade
- Dear, had the world in its caprice
- Dear, let me dream of love
- Dear Lord, let me recount to Thee
- Death stands above me, whispering low
- Death, though already in the world, as yet
- Deep Honeysuckle! in the silent eve
- Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
- Dorothy goes with her pails to the ancient well in the courtyard
- Dost thou not hear? Amid dun, lonely hills
- Dost thou remember, friend of vanished days
- Doth it not thrill thee, Poet
- Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet
- Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers
- Do you recall that night in June
- Dying, and loth to die, and long’d to die
- England! since Shakespeare died no loftier day
- Enough! we ’re tired, my heart and I
- Even thus, methinks, a city rear’d should be
- Faint grew the yellow buds of light
- Fain would I have thee barter fates with me
- Fair little spirit of the woodland mazes
- Faithful reports of them have reached me oft!
- Farewell, Life! my senses swim
- Farewell, my Youth! for now we needs must part
- Far off? Not far away
- Far out at sea—the sun was high
- Father! the little girl we see
- Father, who keepest
- Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat
- Fhairshon swore a feud
- Fill, comrades, fill the bowl right well
- Fingers on the holes, Johnny
- Fleet, fleet and few, ay, fleet the moments fly
- Flower in the crannied wall
- Flower of the medlar
- Flowers I would bring if flowers could make thee fairer
- Forever with the Lord!
- For our martyr’d Charles I pawn’d my plate
- Forty Viziers saw I go
- Fourteen small broidered berries on the hem
- Four years!—and didst thou stay above
- Fresh with all airs of woodland brooks
- Friends, whom she look’d at blandly from her couch
- From breakfast on through all the day
- From falling leaf to falling leaf
- From out the grave of one whose budding years
- From plains that reel to southward, dim
- From the bonny bells of heather
- From the recesses of a lowly spirit
- From this carved chair wherein I sit tonight
- Frown’d the Laird on the Lord
- Gamarra is a dainty steed
- Gaze not at me, my poor unhappy bird
- Gentle and grave, in simple dress
- Gently!—gently!—down!—down!
- Get up, our Anna dear, from the weary spinning wheel
- Give me, O friend, the secret of thy heart
- Give me thy joy in sorrow, gracious Lord
- Give me thyself! It were as well to cry
- Glass antique, ’twixt thee and Nell
- God made my lady lovely to behold
- God spake three times and saved Van Elsen’s soul
- God who created me
- God with His million cares
- God ye hear not, how shall ye hear me?
- Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece
- Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
- Gone art thou? gone, and is the light of day
- Good-by in fear, good-by in sorrow
- Gray o’er the pallid links, haggard and forsaken
- Gray Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest
- Green, in the wizard arms
- Green is the plane-tree in the square
- Green leaves panting for joy with the great wind rushing through
- Hack and Hew were the sons of God
- Half a league, half a league
- Half kneeling yet, and half reclining
- Half loving-kindliness and half disdain
- Happy the man who so hath Fortune tried
- Hark! ah, the nightingale
- Has summer come without the rose
- Hast thou no right to joy
- Have little care that Life is brief
- Heart of Earth, let us be gone
- He came to call me back from death
- He ceas’d, but while he spake, Rustum had risen
- He crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink
- He crouches, and buries his face on his knees
- He is gone: better so. We should know who stand under
- He is the happy wanderer, who goes
- Hence, rude Winter! crabbed old fellow
- Here doth Dionysia lie
- Here I ’d come when weariest!
- Here in the country’s heart
- Here let us leave him; for his shroud the snow
- Here Love the slain with Love the slayer lies
- Here of a truth the world’s extremes are met
- Here’s the gold cup all bossy with satyrs and saints
- Here’s to him that grows it
- Here, where precipitate Spring with one light bound
- Here where the sunlight
- Here where under earth his head
- Her face is hushed in perfect calm
- Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with purple were dark
- He rises and begins to round
- Her Master gave the signal, with a look
- He sang so wildly, did the Boy
- He sat among the woods; he heard
- He sat the quiet stream beside
- He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower
- He sought Australia’s far-famed isle
- He tripp’d up the steps with a bow and a smile