Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor
fame, 274.

Now the last day of many days,
290.

O, wild West Wind, thou breath

of Autumn's being, 160.
Oh, world! oh, life! oh, time, 275.
On a battle-trumpet's blast, 83.
On a poet's lips I slept, 85.

On the brink of the night and the

morning, 112.

One came forth of gentle worth,

77.

One word is too often profaned,
278.

Orphan hours, the year is dead,

222.

Our spoil is won, 141.

Palace-roof of cloudless nights,
165.

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to

know, 27.

Rarely, rarely, comest thou, 249.
Rough wind, that moanest loud,
300.

Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth,

200.

She left me at the silent time, 297.

Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain,
285.

Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan
one, 230.

Swifter far than summer's flight,

276.

Swiftly walk o'er the western wave,
223.

Tell me, thou star, whose wings of
light, 220.

That time is dead for ever, child,
31.

The awful shadow of some unseen
Power, 27.

The cold earth slept below, 26.
The flower that smiles to-day,
251.

The Fountains mingle with the
River, 165.

The golden gates of Sleep unbar,
279.

The keen stars were twinkling,
296.

The odour from the flower is gone,
45.

The pale stars are gone, 135.
The path through which that
lovely twain, 97.

The serpent is shut out from para-
dise, 283.

The sleepless Hours who watch
me as I lie, 200.

The snow upon my lifeless moun-
tains, 149.

The spider spreads her webs,
whether she be, 203.
The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
46.
The wind has swept from the wide
atmosphere, 25.