Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
He went into the bush to Now this is the lawIndex to First Lines
- He went into the bush, and passed
- He who but yesterday would roam
- He who died at Azan sends
- He wrought at one great work for years
- High grace, the dower of queens; and therewithal
- High grew the snow beneath the low-hung sky
- High on a leaf-carv’d ancient oaken chair
- Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo!
- His kiss is sweet, his word is kind
- His life was private; safely led, aloof
- Hist, hist, ye winds, ye whispering wavelets hist
- Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade
- Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled chin
- Ho, Sailor of the sea!
- How like her! But ’t is she herself
- How like the leper, with his own sad cry
- How little fades from earth when sink to rest
- How long, O lion, hast thou fleshless lain?
- How many colors here do we see set
- How many? said our good Captain
- How many summers, love
- How many verses have I thrown
- How oft I ’ve watch’d thee from the garden croft
- How slowly creeps the hand of Time
- How steadfastly she worked at it!
- How strange it is that, in the after age
- How sweet the harmonies of afternoon!
- How the leaves sing to the wind!
- How would the centuries long asunder
- I am lying in the tomb, love
- I am Miss Catherine’s book
- I am no gentleman, not I!
- I am that which began
- I am the spirit astir
- I bend above the moving stream
- I bloom but once, and then I perish
- I came in light that I might behold
- I cannot forget my Joe
- I cannot sing to thee as I would sing
- I charge you, O winds of the West, O winds with the wings of the dove
- I come from nothing; but from where
- I come to visit thee agen
- I come your sin-rid souls to shrive
- I dance and dance! Another faun
- I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be
- I do not dread an alter’d heart
- I dream’d I saw a little brook
- I dream’d that I woke from a dream
- I drew it from its china tomb
- If a leaf rustled, she would start
- If all the harm that women have done
- If all the world were right
- If I could paint you, friend, as you stand there
- If I could trust mine own self with your fate
- If I desire with pleasant songs
- If I forswear the art divine
- If in the years that come such thing should be
- If it were only a dream
- If love were what the rose is
- If not now soft airs may blow
- If one could have that little head of hers!
- If only a single rose is left
- If only in dreams may man be fully blest
- I found a flower in a desolate plot
- I found him openly wearing her token
- If she be made of white and red
- If she but knew that I am weeping
- If the butterfly courted the bee
- If there be any one can take my place
- If there were dreams to sell
- If thou wilt ease thine heart
- If Transmigration e’er compel
- If you be that May Margaret
- I gave my life for thee
- I give my soldier-boy a blade
- I Had a true-love, none so dear
- I have a strain of a departed bard
- I have been here before
- I have lov’d flowers that fade
- I have stay’d too long from your grave, it seems
- I have subdued at last the will to live
- I have two sons, wife
- I have wept a million tears
- I heard last night a little child so singing
- I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night
- I heard the voice of Jesus say
- I hear the bells at eventide
- I hear the low wind wash the softening snow
- I held her hand, the pledge of bliss
- Iits edges foamed with amethyst and rose
- I know not how to call you light
- I know not of what we ponder’d
- I know that these poor rags of womanhood
- I learn’d his greatness first at Lavington
- I leave thee, beauteous Italy! no more
- I like the hunting of the hare
- I listen’d to the music broad and deep
- I lov’d him not; and yet now he is gone
- I love my Lady; she is very fair
- I ’m a bird that ’s free
- I ’m sittin’ on the stile, Mary
- I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong
- In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland
- In after days when grasses high
- In Carnival we were, and supp’d that night
- In Childhood’s unsuspicious hours
- In dim green depths rot ingot-laden ships
- I never look’d that he should live so long
- In green old gardens, hidden away
- In his own image the Creator made
- In mid whirl of the dance of Time ye start
- In praise of little children I will say
- In ruling well what guerdon? Life runs low
- In silence, and at night, the Conscience feels
- In summer, when the days were long
- In sunny girlhood’s vernal life
- In teacup-times! The style of dress
- In the early morning-shine
- In the earth—the earth—thou shalt be laid
- In the golden morning of the world
- In the heart of the white summer mist lay a green little piece of the world
- In the high turret chamber sat the sage
- In these restrained and careful times
- In the still air the music lies unheard
- In the white-flower’d hawthorn brake
- In the wild autumn weather, when the rain was on the sea
- In this May-month, by grace
- In thy white bosom Love is laid
- In torrid heats of late July
- Into the Devil tavern
- I rested on the breezy height
- I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
- I sat at Berne, and watched the chain
- I sat beside the streamlet
- I sat unsphering Plato ere I slept
- I sat upon a windy mountain height
- I sat with Doris, the shepherd-maiden
- I saw a new world in my dream
- I saw a poor old woman on the bench
- I saw in dreams a mighty multitude
- I saw, I saw the lovely child
- I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn
- I saw old Time, destroyer of mankind
- I saw Time in his workshop carving faces
- I see him sit, wild-eyed, alone
- I see thee pine like her in golden story
- I send my heart up to thee, all my heart
- I sit beside my darling’s grave
- Is it not better at an early hour
- Is n’t this Joseph’s son?
- I sought to hold her, but within her eyes
- I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he
- Is this the man by whose decree abide
- I still keep open Memory’s chamber: still
- I stood to hear that bold
- I strove with none, for none was worth my strife
- Italia, mother of the souls of men
- It hardly seems that he is dead
- I think a stormless night-time shall ensue
- I think on thee in the night
- I thought it was the little bed
- I thought of death beside the lonely sea
- I thought once how Theocritus had sung
- It is buried and done with
- It is the season now to go
- It little profits that an idle king
- It may be we shall know in the hereafter
- It once might have been, once only
- I too remember, in the after years
- Its masts of might, its sails so free
- It was a day of sun and rain
- It was her first sweet child, her heart’s delight
- It was not in the winter
- It was the calm and silent night!
- I ’ve taught thee Love’s sweet lesson o’er
- I, Virgin of the Snows, have liv’d
- I wadna gi’e my ain wife
- I wander’d by the brook-side
- I was an English shell
- I was a wandering sheep
- I watch’d her as she stoop’d to pluck
- I went a roaming through the woods alone
- I will not have the mad Clytie
- I will not let thee go
- I will not rail, or grieve when torpid eld
- I worship thee, sweet will of God!
- I would I had thy courage, dear, to face
- I would not, could I, make thy life as mine
- I would not give my Irish wife
- I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea
- I write. He sits beside my chair
- I write. My mother was a Florentine
- I wrought them like a targe of hammered gold
- Jesus, I my cross have taken
- Just as I am, without one plea
- Just for a handful of silver he left us
- Juxtaposition, in fine; and what is juxtaposition?
- Kathleen Mavourneen! the gray dawn is breaking
- Keen was the air, the sky was very light
- Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King
- King Charles, and who ’ll do him right now?
- Lady Alice, Lady Louise
- Lady and gentlemen fays, come buy!
- Lady Anne Dewhurst on a crimson couch
- Last April, when the winds had lost their chill
- Last night, among his fellow roughs
- Last night the nightingale waked me
- Lay me low, my work is done
- Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom
- Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us
- Leave me a little while alone
- Let me at last be laid
- Let me be with thee where thou art
- Lie still, old Dane, below thy heap!
- Life and Thought have gone away
- Life’s not our own,—’t is but a loan
- Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet
- Light words they were, and lightly, falsely said
- Like a huge Python, winding round and round
- Like a musician that with flying finger
- Like crown’d athlete that in a race has run
- Like souls that balance joy and pain
- Lily on liquid roses floating
- Little harp, at thy cry
- Little Lettice is dead, they say
- Lo, as some bard on isles of the Aegean
- Lo, I am weary of all
- Long ago, on a bright spring day
- Long night succeeds thy little day
- Long years their cabin stood
- Look at me with thy large brown eyes
- Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been
- Lord Cæsar, when you sternly wrote
- Lord, for to-morrow and its needs
- Lord, in thy name thy servants plead
- Loud roared the tempest
- Love, by that loosened hair
- Love held a harp between his hands, and, lo!
- Love in my heart: oh, heart of me, heart of me!
- Love not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay!
- Love’s priestess, mad with pain and joy of song
- Love took my life and thrill’d it
- Love we the warmth and light of tropic lands
- Lo, what a golden day it is!
- Lo! where the four mimosas blend their shade
- Low, like another’s, lies the laurelled head
- Maidens, kilt your skirts and go
- Make me over, mother April
- Make thyself known, Sibyl, or let despair
- Make way, my lords! for Death now once again
- Man is permitted much
- Many a hearth upon our dark globe sighs after many a vanish’d face
- Many love music but for music’s sake
- Marian Drury, Marian Drury
- Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
- Melpomene among her livid people
- Methinks the soul within the body held
- Methought, as I beheld the rookery pass
- Methought the stars were blinking bright
- Mid April seemed like some November day
- Mistress of gods and men! I have been thine
- Monsieur the Curé down the street
- Mother, I cannot mind my wheel
- Mother wept, and father sigh’d
- Move me that jasmine further from the bed
- Mowers, weary and brown, and blithe
- My body sleeps: my heart awakes
- My days are full of pleasant memories
- My fairest child, I have no song to give you
- My Fair, no beauty of thine will last
- My first thought was, he lied in every word
- My God (oh, let me call thee mine
- My good blade carves the casques of men
- My hero is na deck’d wi’ gowd
- My hopes retire; my wishes as before
- My life ebbs from me—I must die
- My little boy at Christmastide
- My little dear, so fast asleep
- My little love, do you remember
- My little son, who look’d from thoughtful eyes
- My Lord Tomnoddy’s the son of an Earl
- My love and I among the mountains strayed
- My Love dwelt in a Northern land
- My love he went to Burdon Fair
- My masters twain made me a bed
- My own!
- My roof is hardly picturesque
- My soul, asleep between its body throes
- My times are in thy hand!
- Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes
- Naiads, and ye pastures cold
- Nancy Dawson, Nancy Dawson
- Nature, a jealous mistress, laid him low
- Nature and he went ever hand in hand
- Nay, Death, thou art a shadow! Even as light
- Nearer, my God, to thee
- Near where yonder evening star
- News to the king, good news for all
- Nineteen! of years a pleasant number
- No coward soul is mine
- No, my own love of other years!
- None ever climbed to mountain height of song
- Nor force nor fraud shall sunder us! O ye
- No sleep like hers, no rest
- Not a sound disturbs the air
- Not I myself know all my love for thee
- Not ’mid the thunder of the battle guns
- Not only that thy puissant arm could bind
- Not on the neck of prince or hound
- Not yet, dear love, not yet: the sun is high
- Now dumb is he who waked the world to speak
- Now glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all glories are!
- Now hands to seed-sheet, boys!
- Now has the lingering month at last gone by
- Now heap the branchy barriers up
- Now, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping
- Now the day is over
- Now the rite is duly done
- Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky