Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
Index of First Lines
- Absence, hear thou my protestation
- A Chieftain to the Highlands bound
- A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
- Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit
- Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh
- All in the Downs the fleet was moor’d
- All thoughts, all passions, all delights
- And are ye sure the news is true?
- And is this Yarrow?—this the stream
- And thou art dead, as young and fair
- And wilt thou leave me thus?
- Ariel to Miranda:—Take
- Art thou pale for weariness
- Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
- As it fell upon a day
- As I was walking all alane
- A slumber did my spirit seal
- As slow our ship her foamy track
- A sweet disorder in the dress
- At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears
- At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
- Avenge, O Lord! Thy slaughter’d saints, whose bones
- Awake, Æolian lyre, awake
- Awake, awake, my Lyre!
- A weary lot is thine, fair maid
- A wet sheet and a flowing sea
- A widow bird sate mourning for her Love
- Bards of Passion and of Mirth
- Beauty sat bathing by a spring
- Behold her, single in the field
- Being your slave, what should I do but tend
- Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
- Best and brightest, come away
- Bid me to live, and I will live
- Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven’s joy
- Blow, blow, thou winter wind
- Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art
- Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren
- Calm was the day, and through the trembling air
- Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms
- Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night
- Come away, come away, death
- Come live with me and be my Love
- Crabbed Age and Youth
- Cupid and my Campaspe play’d
- Curfew tolls the knell of parting day
- Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench
- Daughter of Jove, relentless power
- Daughter to that good Earl, once President
- Degenerate Douglas! O the unworthy lord!
- Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly
- Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move?
- Down in yon garden sweet and gay
- Drink to me only with thine eyes
- Duncan Gray cam’ here to woo
- Earl March look’d on his dying child
- Earth has not anything to show more fair
- Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
- Ethereal Minstrel! Pilgrim of the sky!
- Ever let the Fancy roam
- Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
- Fair pledges of a fruitful tree
- Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
- Fear no more the heat o’ the sun
- For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
- Forget not yet the tried intent
- Forward youth that would appear
- Fountains mingle with the river
- Four Seasons fill the measure of the year
- From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony
- From Stirling Castle we had seen
- Full fathom five thy father lies
- Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
- Gem of the crimson-colour’d even
- Glories of our blood and state
- Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine
- Go, lovely Rose!
- Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
- Happy the man whose wish and care
- Happy those early days, when I
- He is gone on the mountain
- He that loves a rosy cheek
- Hence, all you vain delights
- Hence, loathèd Melancholy
- Hence, vain deluding Joys
- How delicious is the winning
- How happy is he born and taught
- How like a winter hath my absence been
- How sleep the brave, who sink to rest
- How sweet the answer Echo makes
- How vainly men themselves amaze
- I am monarch of all I survey
- I arise from dreams of thee
- I dream’d that as I wander’d by the way
- If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song
- If doughty deeds my lady please
- I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden
- If thou survive my well-contented day
- If to be absent were to be
- If women could be fair, and yet not fond
- I have had playmates, I have had companions
- I heard a thousand blended notes
- I met a traveller from an antique land
- I’m wearing awa’, Jean
- In a drear-nighted December
- In the downhill of life, when I find I’m declining
- In the sweet shire of Cardigan
- I remember, I remember
- I saw wherein the shroud did lurk
- It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
- It is not Beauty I demand
- It is not growing like a tree
- I travell’d among unknown men
- It was a lover and his lass
- It was a summer evening
- I’ve heard them lilting at our ewe-milking
- I wander’d lonely as a cloud
- I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!
- I wish I were where Helen lies
- John Anderson, my jo, John
- Last and greatest herald of Heaven’s King
- Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son
- Let me not to the marriage of true minds
- Life! I know not what thou art
- Life of Life! thy lips enkindle
- Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
- Like to the clear in highest sphere
- Love not me for comely grace
- Lovely lass o’ Inverness
- Lo! where the rosy-bosom’d Hours
- Many a green isle needs must be
- Mary! I want a lyre with other strings
- Merchant, to secure his treasure
- Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour
- Mine be a cot beside the hill
- More we live, more brief appear
- Mortality, behold and fear
- Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
- Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold
- Music, when soft voices die
- My days among the dead are past
- My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
- My heart leaps up when I behold
- My Love in her attire doth show her wit
- My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow
- My thoughts hold mortal strife
- My true-love hath my heart, and I have his
- No longer mourn for me when I am dead
- Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
- Not, Celia, that I juster am
- Now the golden Morn aloft
- Now the last day of many days
- O blithe new-comer! I have heard
- O Brignall banks are wild and fair
- Of all the girls that are so smart
- Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw
- Of Nelson and the North
- O Friend! I know not which way I must look
- Of this fair volume which we World do name
- Oft in the stilly night
- O if thou knew’st how thou thyself dost harm
- Oh, lovers’ eyes are sharp to see
- Oh, snatch’d away in beauty’s bloom!
- O listen, listen, ladies gay!
- O Mary, at thy window be
- O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head
- O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
- O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
- On a day, alack the day!
- On a Poet’s lips I slept
- Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee
- One more Unfortunate
- One word is too often profaned
- O never say that I was false of heart
- On Linden, when the sun was low
- O saw ye bonnie Lesley
- O say what is that thing call’d Light
- O talk not to me of a name great in story
- Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower’d
- Over the mountains
- O waly waly up the bank
- O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
- O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being
- O World! O Life! O Time!
- Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day
- Phoebus, arise!
- Pibroch of Donuil Dhu
- Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth
- Poplars are fell’d! farewell to the shade
- Proud Maisie is in the wood
- Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair
- Rarely, rarely, comest thou
- Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!
- Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
- Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
- Shall I, wasting in despair
- She dwelt among the untrodden ways
- She is not fair to outward view
- She walks in beauty, like the night
- She was a Phantom of delight
- Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
- Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part
- Sleep on, and dream of heaven awhile
- Souls of poets dead and gone
- Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king
- Star that bringest home the bee
- Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!
- Sun is warm, the sky is clear
- Sun upon the lake is low
- Surprised by joy—impatient as the wind
- Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes
- Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
- Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade
- Swiftly walk over the western wave
- Take, O take those lips away
- Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense
- Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
- Tell me where is Fancy bred
- That time of year thou may’st in me behold
- That which her slender waist confined
- There be none of Beauty’s daughters
- There is a flower, the lesser celandine
- There is a garden in her face
- There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away
- There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream
- They that have power to hurt, and will do none
- This is the month, and this the happy morn
- This life, which seems so fair
- Three years she grew in sun and shower
- Thy braes were bonnie, Yarrow stream
- Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright
- Timely blossom, Infant fair
- Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
- Toll for the brave
- To me, fair Friend, you never can be old
- ‘Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
- ‘Twas on a lofty vase’s side
- Twentieth year is well-nigh past
- Two Voices are there: one is of the Sea
- Under the greenwood tree
- Verse, a breeze ‘mid blossoms straying
- Victorious men of earth, no more
- Waken, lords and ladies gay
- Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie
- Were I as base as is the lowly plain
- We talk’d with open heart, and tongue
- We walk’d along, while bright and red
- We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night
- Whenas in silks my Julia goes
- When Britain first at Heaven’s command
- When first the fiery-mantled Sun
- When God at first made Man
- When he who adores thee has left but the name
- When icicles hang by the wall
- When I consider how my light is spent
- When I have borne in memory what has tamed
- When I have fears that I may cease to be
- When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
- When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
- When in the chronicle of wasted time
- When lovely woman stoops to folly
- When Love with unconfinèd wings
- When maidens such as Hester die
- When Music, heavenly maid, was young
- When Ruth was left half desolate
- 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
- Where art thou, my beloved son
- Where shall the lover rest
- Where the remote Bermudas ride
- While that the sun with his beams hot
- Whoe’er she be
- Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant
- Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
- Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
- Why, Damon, with the forward day
- With little here to do or see
- World is too much with us; late and soon
- World’s a bubble, and the life of man
- Ye banks and braes and streams around
- Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon
- Ye distant spires, ye antique towers
- Ye Mariners of England
- Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye!
- Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
- You meaner beauties of the night