- I am that which began
- I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows?
- I arise from dreams of thee
- I ask no kind return of love
- I came into the City and none knew me
- I cannot change as others do
- I cannot eat but little meat
- Ichot a burde in boure bryht
- I’d a dream to-night
- I dare not ask a kiss
- I did but look and love awhile
- I did not choose thee, dearest. It was Love
- I do confess thou’rt smooth and fair
- I do not love thee!—no! I do not love thee!
- I dream’d that, as I wander’d by the way
- I dug, beneath the cypress shade
- I’d wed you without herds, without money or rich array
- If all the world and love were young
- If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song
- If doughty deeds my lady please
- I feed a flame within, which so torments me
- If I had thought thou couldst have died
- If I were dead, you’d sometimes say, Poor Child!
- I flung me round him
- If rightly tuneful bards decide
- If the quick spirits in your eye
- If the red slayer think he slays
- If there were dreams to sell
- If thou must love me, let it be for naught
- If thou wilt ease thine heart
- If to be absent were to be
- If you go over desert and mountain
- I got me flowers to straw Thy way
- I have a mistress, for perfections rare
- I have had playmates, I have had companions
- I intended an Ode
- I know a little garden-close
- I know a thing that ‘s most uncommon
- I know my soul hath power to know all things
- I left thee last, a child at heart
- I long have had a quarrel set with Time
- I loved a lass, a fair one
- I loved him not; and yet now he is gone
- I loved thee once; I’ll love no more
- I made another garden, yea
- I mind me in the days departed
- I’m sittin’ on the stile, Mary
- I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong
- I’m wearin’ awa’, John
- I, my dear, was born to-day
- In a drear-nighted December
- In after days when grasses high
- In a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay
- In a quiet water’d land, a land of roses
- In a valley of this restles mind
- In Clementina’s artless mien
- Indian weed witherèd quite
- In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept
- In Scarlet town, where I was born
- In somer when the shawes be sheyne
- In the hall the coffin waits, and the idle armourer stands
- In the highlands, in the country places
- In the hour of death, after this life’s whim
- In the hour of my distress
- In the merry month of May
- Into the silver night
- Into the skies, one summer’s day
- In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
- I play’d with you ‘mid cowslips blowing
- I pray thee, leave, love me no more
- Irresponsive silence of the land
- I said—Then, dearest, since ’tis so
- I saw fair Chloris walk alone
- I saw my Lady weep
- I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
- I saw where in the shroud did lurk
- I sent a ring—a little band
- I sing of a maiden
- Is it so small a thing
- Isles of Greece! the isles of Greece
- I strove with none, for none was worth my strife
- I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless
- It fell about the Martinmas
- It fell in the ancient periods
- It fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day
- I that in heill was and gladnèss
- I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide
- I thought once how Theocritus had sung
- I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem’d
- It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
- It is an ancient Mariner
- It is not, Celia, in our power
- It is not death, that sometime in a sigh
- It is not growing like a tree
- It is not to be thought of that the flood
- It is the miller’s daughter
- I took my heart in my hand
- I travell’d among unknown men
- Its edges foam’d with amethyst and rose
- It was a dismal and a fearful night
- It was a’ for our rightfu’ King
- It was a lover and his lass
- It was many and many a year ago
- It was not in the Winter
- It was not like your great and gracious ways!
- It was the Winter wilde
- I’ve heard them lilting at our ewe-milking
- I wander’d lonely as a cloud
- I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
- I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
- I wish I were where Helen lies
- I, with whose colours Myra dress’d her head
- Jenny kiss’d me when we met
- John anderson, my jo, John
- King sits in Dunfermline town
- Know, Celia, since thou art so proud
- Ladies, though to your conquering eyes
- Lady Mary Villiers lies
- Lark now leaves his wat’ry nest
- Last and greatest Herald of Heaven’s King
- Late at een, drinkin’ the wine
- Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son
- Lay a garland on my herse
- Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust
- Leaves are falling; so am I
- Lenten ys come with love to toune
- Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge
- Let me go forth, and share
- Let me not to the marriage of true minds
- Let the bird of loudest lay
- Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice
- Life! I know not what thou art
- Like the Idalian queen
- Like thee I once have stemm’d the sea of life
- Like to Diana in her summer weed
- Like to the clear in highest sphere
- Linnet in the rocky dells
- London, thou art of townes A per se
- Long-expected one-and-twenty
- Look not thou on beauty’s charming
- Loppèd tree in time may grow again
- Lo, quhat it is to love
- Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band
- Loud mockers in the roaring street
- Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back
- Love guards the roses of thy lips
- Love in fantastic triumph sate
- Love in my bosom like a bee
- Love is a sickness full of woes
- Love is enough: though the World be a-waning
- Love is the blossom where there blows
- Lovely lass o’ Inverness
- Love not me for comely grace
- Love, thou are absolute, sole Lord
- Love thy country, wish it well
- Love wing’d my Hopes and taught me how to fly
- Man of life upright
- Marie hamilton ‘s to the kirk gane
- Mark where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like
- Martial, the things that do attain
- Marvel of marvels, if I myself shall behold
- Mary! I want a lyre with other strings
- May! Be thou never graced with birds that sing
- May! queen of blossoms
- Men grew sae cauld, maids sae unkind
- Merchant, to secure his treasure
- Merry Margaret
- Me so oft my fancy drew
- Methought I saw my late espousèd Saint
- Mild is the parting year, and sweet
- Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour
- More love or more disdain I crave
- Mortality, behold and fear!
- Most glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day
- Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia!
- Mother, I cannot mind my wheel
- Moth’s kiss, first!
- Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold
- Murmur of the mourning ghost
- Music, when soft voices die
- My blood so red
- My Damon was the first to wake
- My days among the Dead are past
- My dear and only Love, I pray
- My delight and thy delight
- My faint spirit was sitting in the light
- My grief on the sea
- My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
- My heart is high above, my body is full of bliss
- My heart is like a singing bird
- My heart leaps up when I behold
- My little Son, who look’d from thoughtful eyes
- My Love in her attire doth show her wit
- My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming
- My love o’er the water bends dreaming
- My lute, awake! perform the last
- My mother bore me in the southern wild
- My new-cut ashlar takes the light
- My noble, lovely, little Peggy
- My Peggy is a young thing
- My Phillis hath the morning sun
- My silks and fine array
- My soul, sit thou a patient looker-on
- My soul, there is a country
- My thoughts hold mortal strife
- My true love hath my heart, and I have his
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