This page lists all of the poems that have been published so far by the Monadnock Valley Press.
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Songs of Innocence
Songs of Experience
- Earth's Answer
- The Clod and the Pebble
- Holy Thursday
- The Little Girl Lost
- The Little Girl Found
- The Chimney-Sweeper
- Nurse's Song
- The Sick Rose
- The Fly
- The Angel
- The Tiger
- My Pretty Rose-Tree
- Ah, Sunflower
- The Lily
- The Garden of Love
- The Little Vagabond
- London
- The Human Abstract
- Infant Sorrow
- A Poison Tree
- A Little Boy Lost
- A Little Girl Lost
- A Divine Image
- A Cradle Song
- To Tirzah
- The Schoolboy
- The Voice of the Ancient Bard
Sonnets from the Portuguese
- "I thought once how Theocritus had sung"
- "But only three in all God's universe"
- "Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!"
- "Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor"
- "I lift my heavy heart up solemnly"
- "Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand"
- "The face of all the world is changed, I think"
- "What can I give thee back, O liberal"
- "Can it be right to give what I can give?"
- "Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed"
- "And therefore if to love can be desert"
- "Indeed this very love which is my boast"
- "And wilt thou have me fashion into speech"
- "If thou must love me, let it be for nought"
- "Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear"
- "And yet, because thou overcomest so"
- "My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes"
- "I never gave a lock of hair away"
- "The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize"
- "Belovëd, my Belovëd, when I think"
- "Say over again, and yet once over again"
- "When our two souls stand up erect and strong"
- "Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead"
- "Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife"
- "A heavy heart, Belovëd, have I borne"
- "I lived with visions for my company"
- "My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me"
- "My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!"
- "I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud"
- "I see thine image through my tears to-night"
- "Thou comest! all is said without a word"
- "The first time that the sun rose on thine oath"
- "Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear"
- "With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee"
- "If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange"
- "When we met first and loved, I did not build"
- "Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make"
- "First time he kissed me, he but only kissed"
- "Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace"
- "Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!"
- "I thank all who have loved me in their hearts"
- "My future will not copy fair my past—"
- "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways."
- "Belovëd, thou hast brought me many flowers"
The Delia Sonnets
- Unto the boundless ocean of thy beauty
- Go, wailing verse, the infants of my love
- If so it hap this offspring of my care
- These plaintive verse, the posts of my desire
- Whilst youth and error led my wandering mind
- Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair
- For had she not been fair and thus unkind
- Thou, poor heart, sacrificed unto the fairest
- If this be love, to draw a weary breath
- Then do I love and draw this weary breath
- Tears, vows and prayers gain the hardest hearts
- My spotless love hovers with purest wings
- Behold what hap Pygmalion had to frame
- Those snary locks are those same nets, my dear
- If that a loyal heart and faith unfeigned
- Happy in sleep, waking content to languish
- Why should I sing in verse? Why should I frame
- Since the first look that led me to this error
- Restore thy tresses to the golden ore
- What it is to breathe and live without life
- If beauty thus be clouded with a frown
- Come Time, the anchor hold of my desire
- Time, cruel Time, come and subdue that brow
- These sorrowing sighs, the smoke of mine annoy
- False hope prolongs my ever certain grief
- Look in my griefs, and blame me not to mourn
- Reignin my thoughts, fair hand, sweet eye, rare voice
- Whilst by thy eyes pursued, my poor heart flew
- Still in the trace of one perplexèd thought
- Oft do I marvel whether Delia's eyes
- The star of my mishap imposed this pain
- And yet I cannot reprehend the flight
- Raising my hopes on hills of high desire
- Why dost thou, Delia, credit so thy glass
- I once may see when years shall wreck my wrong
- Look, Delia, how w'esteem the half-blown rose
- But love whilst that thou mayst be loved again
- When men shall find thy flower, thy glory pass
- When winter snows upon thy sable hairs
- Thou canst not die whilst any zeal abound
- Be not displeased that these my papers should
- Delia, these eyes that so admireth thine
- ost fair and lovely maid, look from the shore
- Read in my face a volume of despairs
- My Delia hath the waters of mine eyes
- How long shall I in mine affliction mourn
- Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew
- I must not grieve my love, whose eyes would read
- Ah whither, poor forsaken, wilt thou go
- Drawn with th'attractive virtue of her eyes
- Care-charmer sleep, son of the sable night
- Let others sing of knights and paladins
- As to the Roman that would free his land
- Like as the lute delights or else dislikes
- None other fame mine unambitious Muse
- Unhappy pen, and ill-accepted lines
- Lo here the impost of a faith entire
From Sonnets and Other Lyrics (1917)
- Fly, Joyous Wind
- I Will Fling Wide the Windows of My Soul
- Long After Both of Us are Scattered Dust
- Lovely Art Thou
- Out of Lucretius
- Quickly and Pleasantly the Seasons Blow
- Two Lovers Stood Alone beneath the Night
From The Five Books of Youth (1920)
- Across the Evening Calm I Faintly Hear
- As Dreamers through Their Dreams Surmise
- By These Shall You Remember
- Esther Dancing
- I Pass My Days in Ghostly Presences
- In Gardens When the Sun Is Set
- Now the Sick Earth Revives
- Through the Deep Night the Leaves Speak
- When in the Ultimate Embrace
From The Hills Give Promise (1923)
From The Seventh Hill (1928)
- "All day from smoky roofs"
- "Always more riches, more enjoyment, more"
- "As one who bears beneath his neighbour's roof"
- "August afternoon in a drowse"
- "The great desire that urged these trees so high"
- "Happy art thou, my phantom saint"
- "He who in spring's rebirth has put his trust"
- "Let us for ever be at peace"
- "Never think of me, never remember"
- "O Mariners of the Sun"
- "Pan of the Crossroads, take the song"
- "Ponder the tone"
- "The stars came, but her Love came never"
- "Strong wills there are that dare the worst, and break"
- "When I say For Ever I think of the temple of Zeus"
- "You cannot hear me"
A Shropshire Lad
- 1887
- "Loveliest of trees, the cherry now"
- The Recruit
- Reveille
- "Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers"
- "When the lad for longing sighs"
- "When smoke stood up from Ludlow"
- "Farewell to barn and stack and tree"
- "On moonlit heath and lonesome bank"
- March
- "On your midnight pallet lying"
- "When I watch the living meet"
- "When I was one-and-twenty"
- "There pass the careless people"
- "Look not in my eyes, for fear"
- "It nods and curtseys and recovers"
- "Twice a week the winter thorough"
- "Oh, when I was in love with yo"
- To an Athlete Dying Young
- "Oh fair enough are sky and plain"
- Bredon Hill
- "The street sounds to the soldiers' tread"
- "The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair"
- "Say, lad, have you things to do?"
- "This time of year a twelvemonth past"
- "Along the field as we came by"
- "Is my team ploughing"
- The Welsh Marches
- The Lent Lily
- "Others, I am not the first"
- "On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble"
- "From far, from eve and morning"
- "If truth in hearts that perish"
- The New Mistress
- "On the idle hill of summer"
- "White in the moon the long road lies"
- "As through the wild green hills of Wyre"
- "The winds out of the west land blow"
- "'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town"
- "Into my heart an air that kills"
- "In my own shire, if I was sad"
- The Merry Guide
- The Immortal Part
- "Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?"
- "If by chance your eye offend you"
- "Bring, in this timeless grave to throw"
- The Carpenter's Son
- "Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle"
- "Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly"
- "Clunton and Clunbury"
- "Loitering with a vacant eye"
- "Far in a western brookland"
- The True Lover
- "With rue my heart is laden"
- "Westward on the high-hilled plains"
- The Day of Battle
- "You smile upon your friend to-day"
- "When I came last to Ludlow"
- The Isle of Portland
- "Now hollow fires burn out to black"
- Hughley Steeple
- "Terence, this is stupid stuff"
- "I hoed and trenched and weeded"
Last Poems
- The West
- "As I gird on for fighting"
- "Her strong enchantments failing"
- Illic Jacet
- Grenadier
- Lancer
- "In valleys green and still"
- "Soldier from the wars returning"
- "The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers"
- "Could man be drunk for ever"
- "Yonder see the morning blink"
- "The laws of God, the laws of man"
- The Deserter
- The Culprit
- Eight o'Clock
- Spring Morning
- Astronomy
- The rain, it streams on stone and hillock
- "In midnights of November"
- "The night is freezing fast"
- "The fairies break their dances"
- "The sloe was lost in flower"
- "In the morning, in the morning"
- Epithalamium
- The Oracles
- "The half-moon westers low, my love"
- "The sigh that heaves the grasses"
- "Now dreary dawns the eastern light"
- "Wake not for the world-heard thunder"
- Sinner's Rue
- Hell's Gate
- "When I would muse in boyhood"
- "When the eye of day is shut"
- The First of May
- "When first my way to fair I took"
- Revolution
- Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries
- "Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough"
- "When summer's end is nighing"
- "Tell me not here, it needs not saying"
- Fancy's Knell
Renascence and Other Poems (1917, complete)
- Renascence
- Interim
- The Suicide
- God's World
- Afternoon on a Hill
- Sorrow
- Tavern
- Ashes of Life
- The Little Ghost
- Kin to Sorrow
- Three Songs of Shattering
- The Shroud
- The Dream
- Indifference
- Witch-Wife
- Blight
- When the Year Grows Old
- Sonnet: "Thou art not lovelier than lilacs"
- Sonnet: "Time does not bring relief"
- Sonnet: "Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring"
- Sonnet: "Not in this chamber only at my birth"
- Sonnet: "If I should learn, in some quite casual way"
- Sonnet: Bluebeard
A Few Figs from Thistles (1920, complete)
- First Fig
- Second Fig
- Recuerdo
- Thursday
- To the Not Impossible Him
- Macdougal Street
- The Singing-Woman from the Wood's Edge
- She Is Overheard Singing
- The Prisoner
- The Unexplorer
- Grown-up
- The Penitent
- Daphne
- Portrait by a Neighbor
- Midnight Oil
- The Merry Maid
- To Kathleen
- To S. M., If he should lie a-dying
- The Philosopher
- Sonnet: "Love, though for this you riddle me with darts"
- Sonnet: "I think I should have loved you presently"
- Sonnet: "Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!"
- Sonnet: "I shall forget you presently, my dear"
Second April (1921, complete)
- Spring
- City Trees
- The Blue-Flag in the Bog
- Journey
- Eel-Grass
- Elegy Before Death
- The Bean-Stalk
- Weeds
- Passer Mortuus Est
- Pastoral
- Assault
- Travel
- Low-Tide
- Song of a Second April
- Rosemary
- The Poet and His Book
- Alms
- Inland
- To a Poet that Died Young
- Wraith
- Ebb
- Elaine
- Burial
- Mariposa
- The Little Hill
- Doubt No More That Oberon
- Lament
- Exiled
- The Death of Autumn
- Ode to Silence
- Memorial to D. C.
- Epitaph
- Prayer to Persephone
- Chorus
- Elegy
- Dirge
- Sonnet: "We talk of taxes, and I call you friend"
- Sonnet: "Into the golden vessel of great song"
- Sonnet: "Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter"
- Sonnet: "Only until this cigarette is ended"
- Sonnet: "Once more into my arid days like dew"
- Sonnet: ""No rose that in a garden ever grew
- Sonnet: "When I too long have looked upon your face"
- Sonnet: "And you as well must die, beloved dust"
- Sonnet: "Let you not say of me when I am old"
- Sonnet: "Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this"
- Sonnet: "As to some lovely temple, tenantless"
- Sonnet: "Cherish you then the hope I shall forget"
- Wild Swans
The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems (1923, complete)
- My Heart, Being Hungry
- Autumn Chant
- Nuit Blanche
- Three Songs from the Lamp and the Bell
- The Wood Road
- Feast
- Souvenir
- Scrub
- The Goose-Girl
- The Dragonfly
- Departure
- The Return from Town
- A Visit to the Asylum
- The Spring and the Fall
- The Curse
- Keen
- The Betrothal
- Humoresque
- The Pond
- The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver
- Never May the Fruit Be Plucked
- The Concert
- Hyacinth
- To One Who Might Have Borne a Message
- Siege
- The Cairn
- Spring Song
- Memory of Cape Cod
- When You, That at This Moment
- That Love at Length Should Find
- Love Is Not Blind
- I Know I Am but Summer
- I Pray You If You Love Me
- Pity Me Not
- Sometimes When I Am Wearied
- Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry
- Here Is a Wound
- I Shall Go Back Again
- Say What You Will
- What's This of Death
- I See So Clearly
- Your Face Is Like a Chamber
- The Light Comes Back
- Lord Archer, Death
- Loving You Less than Life
- I, Being Born a Woman
- What Lips My Lips Have Kissed
- Still Will I Harvest Beauty
- How Healthily Their Feet
- Euclid Alone Has Looked
- So She Came Back
- The Last White Sawdust
- She Filled Her Arms with Wood
- The White Bark Writhed
- The Wagon Stopped before the House
- Then Cautiously She Pushed
- One Way There Was
- She Let Them Leave Their Jellies
- Not Over-Kind nor Over-Quick
- She Had Forgotten
- It Came into Her Mind
- Tenderly, in Those Times
- From the Wan Dream
- She Had a Horror
- There Was Upon the Sill
- The Doctor Asked Her
- Gazing upon Him Now
The Buck in the Snow (1928, selections)
Sonnets
- From fairest creatures we desire increase
- When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
- Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
- Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
- Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
- Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
- Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
- Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
- Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
- For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any
- As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
- When I do count the clock that tells the time
- O! that you were your self; but, love you are
- Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
- When I consider every thing that grows
- But wherefore do not you a mightier way
- Who will believe my verse in time to come
- Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
- Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws
- A woman's face with nature's own hand painted
- So is it not with me as with that Muse
- My glass shall not persuade me I am old
- As an unperfect actor on the stage
- Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
- Let those who are in favour with their stars
- Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
- Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
- How can I then return in happy plight
- When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
- When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
- Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
- If thou survive my well-contented day
- Full many a glorious morning have I seen
- Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
- No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done
- Let me confess that we two must be twain
- As a decrepit father takes delight
- How can my muse want subject to invent
- O! how thy worth with manners may I sing
- Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
- Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
- That thou hast her it is not all my grief
- When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
- If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
- The other two, slight air, and purging fire
- Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
- Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
- How careful was I when I took my way
- Against that time, if ever that time come
- How heavy do I journey on the way
- Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
- So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
- What is your substance, whereof are you made
- O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
- Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
- Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
- Being your slave what should I do but tend
- That god forbid, that made me first your slave
- If there be nothing new, but that which is
- Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
- Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
- Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
- Against my love shall be as I am now
- When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
- Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
- Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
- Ah! wherefore with infection should he live
- Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
- Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
- That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect
- No longer mourn for me when I am dead
- O! lest the world should task you to recite
- That time of year thou mayst in me behold
- But be contented: when that fell arrest
- So are you to my thoughts as food to life
- Why is my verse so barren of new pride
- Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
- So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
- Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
- O! how I faint when I of you do write
- Or I shall live your epitaph to make
- I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
- I never saw that you did painting need
- Who is it that says most, which can say more
- My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still
- Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
- Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
- When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light
- Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
- Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now
- Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
- But do thy worst to steal thyself away
- So shall I live, supposing thou art true
- They that have power to hurt, and will do none
- How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
- Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
- How like a winter hath my absence been
- From you have I been absent in the spring
- The forward violet thus did I chide
- Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long
- O truant Muse what shall be thy amends
- My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming
- Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth
- To me, fair friend, you never can be old
- Let not my love be call'd idolatry
- When in the chronicle of wasted time
- Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
- What's in the brain, that ink may character
- O! never say that I was false of heart
- Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there
- O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide
- Your love and pity doth the impression fill
- Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
- Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you
- Those lines that I before have writ do lie
- Let me not to the marriage of true minds
- Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
- Like as, to make our appetite more keen
- What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
- That you were once unkind befriends me now
- 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd
- Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
- No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
- If my dear love were but the child of state
- Were't aught to me I bore the canopy
- O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
- In the old age black was not counted fair
- How oft when thou, my music, music play'st
- The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
- My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
- Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
- Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
- Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
- So, now I have confess'd that he is thine
- Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will'
- If thy soul check thee that I come so near
- Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
- When my love swears that she is made of truth
- O! call not me to justify the wrong
- Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
- In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes
- Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
- Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
- Two loves I have of comfort and despair
- Those lips that Love's own hand did make
- Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
- My love is as a fever longing still
- O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head
- Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not
- O! from what power hast thou this powerful might
- Love is too young to know what conscience is
- In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn
- Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep
- The little Love-god lying once asleep
Astrophil and Stella
- Loving in trueth, and fayne my love in verse to show
- Not at first sight, nor with a dribbing shot
- Let Daintie wittes cry on the Sisters nine
- Vertue (alas) now let me take some rest
- It is most true, that eyes are found to serve
- Some Lovers speake, when they their Muses entertaine
- When nature made her chiefe worke, Stella’s eyes
- Love borne in Greece, of late fled from his native place
- Queene Vertues Court, which some call Stellas face
- Reason, in faith thou art well serv’d, that still
- In truth oh Love: with what a boyish kinde
- Cupid because thou shin’st in Stellas eyes
- Phœbus was Judge, betweene Jove, Mars, & love
- Alas, have I not paine enough my friend
- You that do search for every purling spring
- In nature apt to like, when I did see
- His mother deere Cupid offended late
- With what strange checkes I in my selfe am shent
- On Cupids bowe, how are my hart strings bent?
- Fly, flye my friends, I have my deathes wound, flye
- Your words my freend right helthfull caustickes blame
- In highest way of heaven the Sunne did ride
- The curious wits, seeing dull pensivenes
- Rich fooles there there be, whose base and filthie hart
- The wisest scholler of the wight most wise
- Though duskie wits dare scorne Astrologie
- Because I oft in darke abstracted guise
- You that with allegories curious frame
- Like some weake Lords Neighbord by mightie kings
- Whether the Turkish new Moone minded be
- With how sad steps ô Moone thou clim’st the skyes
- Morpheus the lively sonne of deadlie Sleepe
- I might, unhappy word, (woe me) I might
- Come let me write, and to what end? to ease
- What may words say? or what may words not say
- Stella, whence doth these newe assaults arise
- My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell
- This night while sleepe begins, with heavie wings
- Come Sleepe, ô Sleepe, the certaine knot of peace
- As good to write, as for to lie and groane
- Having this days, my horse, my hand, my Launce
- O Eyes which doe the Spheres of beautie move
- Faire eyes, sweet lips, deere hart, that foolish I
- My words I know doe well set forth my minde
- Stella oft sees the verie face of woes
- I curst thee oft, I pittie now thy case
- What, have I thus betraide my libertie
- Soules joy, bend not those morning starres from me
- I on my horse, and Love on me doth trie
- Stella, the fulnes of my thoughts of thee
- Pardon mine eares, both I and they doe pray
- A Strife is growne betweene Vertue and Love
- In Martiall sportes I had my cunning tryde
- Because I breathe not love to every one
- Fie schoole of Patience, fie, your Lesson is
- Muses, I oft invoked your whole ayde
- Woe having made with many sighs his owne
- Doubt there hath beene, when with his golden chaine
- Deere, why make you more of a dogge than me?
- When my good Angell guides me to the place
- Oft with true sighes, oft with uncalled teares
- Late tyr’d with woe, even ready for to pine
- Oh Grammer rules, oh now your vertues showe
- No more my deere, no more these Counsels try
- Love, by sure proofe I may call thee unkinde
- And doe I see some cause a hope to feede
- Hope art thou true or doost thou flatter me?
- Stella, the only Plannet of my light
- Oh joy, too high for my Love still to showe
- My Muse may well grudge at my heavenly joy
- Who will in fayrest booke of nature know
- Desire, though thou mine olde companion art
- Love still a Boy, and oft a wanton is
- I Never dranke of Aganippe well
- Of all the Kings that ever heere did raigne
- Shee comes, and straight therewith her shining twins do move
- Those lookes, whose beames be joy, whose motion is delight
- Oh how the pleasant ayres of true love bee
- Sweete kisse, thy sweetes I faine would sweetely indite
- Sweet swelling lip well maiest thou swell in pride
- O Kisse which doth those ruddie gemmes impart
- Nymph of the garden where all beauties be
- Good brother Philip I have forborne you long
- High way since you my chiefe Pernassus be
- I see the house my harte thy selfe containe
- Alas whence comes this change of lookes?
- When I was forst from Stella ever deare
- Out Traytour absence dar’st thou counsell mee
- Now that of absence the most yrksome night
- Stella, thinke not that I by verse seeke fame
- Stella, while now by honours cruell might
- Be your words made (good sir) of Indean ware
- O Fate, ô fault, O curst child of my blisse
- Greefe find the words, for thou hast made my braine
- Yet sighes, deare sighes, in deede true friends you are
- Though with good cause thou lik’st so well the night
- Dian that faine would cheare her friend the Night
- Ah bed the feeld where joyes peace some do see
- When farre spent night perswades each mortall eie
- Oh teares, no teares, but shoures from beauties skyes
- Stella is sicke, and in that sick-bed lyes
- Where be those Roses, which so sweetned earst our eyes?
- O happie Thames that didst my Stella beare
- Envious wits what hath beene mine offence
- Unhappie sight and hath shee vanisht by
- O absent presence Stella is not here
- Stella since thou so right a Princesse art
- When sorrow (using my owne Siers might)
Amoretti
- "Happy, ye leaves! when as those lilly hands"
- "Unquiet thought! whom at the first I bred"
- "The soverayne beauty which I doo admyre,"
- "New yeare, forth looking out of Ianus gate,"
- "Rudely thou wrongest my deare harts desire,"
- "Be nought dismayd that her unmoved mind"
- "Fayre eyes! the myrrour of my mazed hart,"
- "More then most faire, full of the living fire"
- "Long-while I sought to what I might compare"
- "Unrighteous Lord of love, what law is this,"
- "Dayly when I do seeke and sew for peace,"
- "One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies"
- "In that proud port which her so goodly graceth,"
- "Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd,"
- "Ye tradefull Merchants, that, with weary toyle,"
- "One day as I unwarily did gaze"
- "The glorious pourtraict of that angels face,"
- "The rolling wheele that runneth often round,"
- "The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring,"
- "In vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace,"
- "Was it the worke of Nature or of Art,"
- "This holy season, fit to fast and pray,"
- "Penelope, for her Ulisses sake,"
- "When I behold that beauties wonderment,"
- "How long shall this lyke-dying lyfe endure,"
- "Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere;"
- "Faire Proud! now tell me, why should faire be proud,"
- "The laurel-leafe which you this day doe weare"
- "See! how the stubborne damzell doth deprave"
- "My Love is lyke to yse, and I to fyre:"
- "Ah! why hath Nature to so hard a hart"
- "The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat"
- "Great wrong I doe, I can it not deny,"
- "Lyke as a ship, that through the ocean wyde"
- "My hungry eyes, through greedy covetize"
- "Tell me, when shall these wearie woes have end;"
- "What guyle is this, that those her golden tresses"
- "Arion, when, through tempests cruel wracke,"
- "Sweet smile! the daughter of the Queene of Love,"
- "Mark when she smiles with amiable cheare,"
- "Is it her nature, or is it her will,"
- "The love which me so cruelly tormenteth"
- "Shall I then silent be, or shall I speake?"
- "When those renoumed noble peres of Greece"
- "Leave, Lady! in your glasse of cristall clene"
- "When my abodes prefixed time is spent,"
- "Trust not the treason of those smyling lookes,"
- "Innocent paper! whom too cruell hand"
- "Fayre Cruell! why are ye so fierce and cruell?"
- "Long languishing in double malady"
- "Doe I not see that fayrest ymages"
- "So oft as homeward I from her depart,"
- "The panther, knowing that his spotted hyde"
- "Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,"
- "So oft as I her beauty doe behold,"
- "Fayre ye be sure, but cruell and unkind,"
- "Sweet warriour! when shall I have peace with you?"
- "Weake is th’assurance that weake flesh reposeth"
- "Thrise happie she that is so well assured"
- "They that in course of heavenly spheares are skild"
- "The glorious image of the Makers beautie,"
- "The weary yeare his race now having run,"
- "After long stormes and tempests sad assay,"
- "Comming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found,)"
- "The doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre Love, is vaine,"
- "To all those happy blessings which ye have"
- "Lyke as a huntsman, after weary chace,"
- "Most glorious Lord of lyfe! that on this day"
- "The famous warriors of the anticke world"
- "Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king,"
- "I ioy to see how, in your drawen work,"
- "Oft when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges,"
- "Being my self captyved here in care,"
- "Most happy letters! fram’d by skilfull trade,"
- "One day I wrote her name upon the strand,"
- "Fayre bosome! fraught with vertues richest tresure,
- "Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne?"
- "Lackyng my Love, I go from place to place,"
- "Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it,"
- "After so long a race as I have run"
- "Fayre is my Love, when her fayre golden haires"
- "Ioy of my life! full oft for loving you"
- "Let not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre"
- "The world, that cannot deeme of worthy things,"
- "Venemous tongue, tipt with vile adders sting,"
- "Since I did leave the presence of my Love,"
- "Since I have lackt the comfort of that light"
- "Lyke as the culver on the bared bough"
In Memoriam A. H. H.
- "I held it truth, with him who sings"
- "Old Yew, which graspest at the stones"
- "O Sorrow, cruel fellowship"
- "To Sleep I give my powers away"
- "I sometimes hold it half a sin"
- "One writes, that 'Other friends remain'"
- "Dark house, by which once more I stand"
- "A happy lover who has come"
- "Fair ship, that from the Italian shore"
- "I hear the noise about thy keel"
- "Calm is the morn without a sound"
- "Lo, as a dove when up she springs"
- "Tears of the widower, when he sees"
- "If one should bring me this report"
- "To-night the winds begin to rise"
- "What words are these have falle'n from me?"
- "Thou comest, much wept for: such a breeze"
- "'Tis well; 'tis something; we may stand"
- "The Danube to the Severn gave"
- "The lesser griefs that may be said"
- "I sing to him that rests below"
- "The path by which we twain did go"
- "Now, sometimes in my sorrow shut"
- "And was the day of my delight"
- "I know that this was Life, the track"
- "Still onward winds the dreary way"
- "I envy not in any moods"
- "The time draws near the birth of Christ"
- "With such compelling cause to grieve"
- "With trembling fingers did we weave"
- "When Lazarus left his charnel-cave"
- "Her eyes are homes of silent prayer"
- "O thou that after toil and storm"
- "My own dim life should teach me this"
- "Yet if some voice that man could trust"
- "Tho' truths in manhood darkly join"
- "Urania speaks with darken'd brow"
- "With weary steps I loiter on"
- "Old warder of these buried bones"
- "Could we forget the widow'd hour"
- "Thy spirit ere our fatal loss"
- "I vex my heart with fancies dim"
- "If Sleep and Death be truly one"
- "How fares it with the happy dead?"
- "The baby new to earth and sky"
- "We ranging down this lower track"
- "That each, who seems a separate whole"
- "If these brief lays, of Sorrow born"
- "From art, from nature, from the schools"
- "Be near me when my light is low"
- "Do we indeed desire the dead"
- "I cannot love thee as I ought"
- "How many a father have I seen"
- "Oh yet we trust that somehow good"
- "The wish, that of the living whole"
- "'So careful of the type?' but no"
- "Peace; come away: the song of woe"
- "In those sad words I took farewell"
- "O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me"
- "He past; a soul of nobler tone"
- "If, in thy second state sublime"
- "Tho' if an eye that's downward cast"
- "Yet pity for a horse o'er-driven"
- "Dost thou look back on what hath been"
- "Sweet soul, do with me as thou wilt"
- "You thought my heart too far diseased"
- "When on my bed the moonlight falls"
- "When in the down I sink my head"
- "I dream'd there would be Spring no more"
- "I cannot see the features right"
- "Sleep, kinsman thou to death and trance"
- "Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again"
- "So many worlds, so much to do"
- "As sometimes in a dead man's face"
- "I leave thy praises unexpress'd"
- "Take wings of fancy, and ascend"
- "What hope is here for modern rhyme"
- "Again at Christmas did we weave"
- "'More than my brothers are to me'?"
- "If any vague desire should rise"
- "Could I have said while he was here"
- "I wage not any feud with Death"
- "Dip down upon the northern shore"
- "When I contemplate all alone"
- "This truth came borne with bier and pall"
- "Sweet after showers, ambrosial air"
- "I past beside the reverend walls"
- "Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet"
- "Witch-elms that counterchange the floor"
- "He tasted love with half his mind"
- "When rosy plumelets tuft the larch"
- "If any vision should reveal"
- "I shall not see thee. Dare I say"
- "How pure at heart and sound in head"
- "By night we linger'd on the lawn"
- "You say, but with no touch of scorn"
- "My love has talk'd with rocks and trees"
- "You leave us: you will see the Rhine"
- "Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again"
- "I climb the hill: from end to end"
- "Unwatch'd, the garden bough shall sway"
- "We leave the well-beloved place"
- "On that last night before we went"
- "The time draws near the birth of Christ"
- "To-night ungather'd let us leave"
- "Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky"
- "It is the day when he was born"
- "I will not shut me from my kind"
- "Heart-affluence in discursive talk"
- "Thy converse drew us with delight"
- "The churl in spirit, up or down"
- "High wisdom holds my wisdom less"
- "'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise"
- "Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail"
- "Now fades the last long streak of snow"
- "Is it, then, regret for buried time"
- "O days and hours, your work is this"
- "Contemplate all this work of Time"
- "Doors, where my heart was used to beat"
- "I trust I have not wasted breath"
- "Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun"
- "Oh, wast thou with me, dearest, then"
- "There rolls the deep where grew the tree"
- "That which we dare invoke to bless"
- "Whatever I have said or sung"
- "Love is and was my Lord and King"
- "And all is well, tho' faith and form"
- "The love that rose on stronger wings"
- "Dear friend, far off, my lost desire"
- "Thy voice is on the rolling air"
- "O living will that shalt endure"
Leaves of Grass (1855 edition)