by Paul Keegan
Forget not yet the tryde entent 82
Forsaken woods, trees with sharpe storms opprest 151
Fra banc to banc fra wod to wod I rin 110
From a friend’s friend I taste friendship 945
From Frozen Climes, and Endless Tracks of Snow 413
From my father my strong heart 1007
From the hagg and hungrie goblin 212
Full fadom five thy Father lies 209
Gasholders, russet among fields 1025
Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may 294
George the Third 898
‘Get up!’ the caller calls, ‘Get up!’ 789
Give me my Scallop shell of quiet 186
Gloria mundi est 7
Glory be to God for dappled things 778
Go forth myn hert wyth my lady 46
Go, litel boke, go, litel myn tragedye 12
Go lovely Rose 278
God give me strength to lead a double life 1100
God hath the whole world perfect made, and free 210
God moves in a mysterious way 511
God of our fathers, known of old 818
Goe hurtles soules, whom mischiefe hath opprest 103
Goe soule the bodies guest 126
Gold and al this worldës wyn 7
Gone, gone again 855
Good, and great GOD, can I not thinke of thee 217
‘Good-morning; good-morning!’ the General said 860
Good-night to the Season! ’tis over! 663
Grass of levity 201
Grasshopper thrice-happy! who 310
Great Folks are of a finer Mold 449
Gut eates all day, and lechers all the night 217
Had we but World enough, and Time 368
Happy Insect, what can be 319
Happy those early dayes! when I 303
Hard by the lilied Nile I saw 719
Hark, all ye lovely saints above 159
Harke, al you ladies that do sleep 121
Harke how my Celia, with the choyce 270
Harmonious powers with nature work 670
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion 512
Having been tenant long to a rich Lord 243
He could raise Scruples dark and nice 326
He did not wear his scarlet coat 819
He disappeared in the dead of winter 929
He first deceas’d: She for a little tri’d 276
He gazed and gazed and gazed and gazed 776
He is gone on the mountain 603
He sees the gentle stir of birth 711
He sipped at a weak hock and seltzer 921
He that but once too nearly hears 727
He was lodging above in Coom 830
He was the first always: Fortune 739
Hear the voice of the Bard! 538
Hearke, now everything is still 212
Heere uninterr’d suspendes (though not to save 242
Hence to deep Acheron they take their way 403
Her Chariot ready straight is made 240
Here are two pictures from my father’s head 1037
Here I am, an old man in a dry month 871
Here, in this little Bay 777
Here Johnson lies; what human can deny 513
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can 513
Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such 513
Here lies the best and worst of Fate 291
Here lies Wise and Valiant Dust 292
Here lies wrapt up in forty thousand towels 467
Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind 514
Here should my wonder dwell, and here my praise 276
Here’s to the maiden of Bashful fifteen 516
Hereto I come to view a voiceless ghost 835
Heroes, and Kings! your distance keep 463
He’s gone, and all our plans 860
High diddle diddle 495
His bodie was as straight as Circes wand 156
His Golden lockes, Time hath to Silver turn’d 110
His Grace! impossible! what dead! 430
His hand came from the east 987
Horse Boyle was called Horse Boyle because of his brother Mule 1087
Hot sunne, coole fire, temperd with sweet aire 167
Hours before dawn we were woken by the quake 938
How comes it, Flora, that, whenever we 761
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean 247
How Life and Death in Thee 285
How like an Angel came I down! 345
How many times Nights silent Queene her Face 218
How often have I carried our family word 1078
How sleep the Brave, who sink to Rest 477
How small, of all that human hearts endure 495
How vainly men themselves amaze 372
Hurry me Nymphs! O, hurry me 687
I always remember your beautiful flowers 966
I am a man now 982
I am in love, meantime, you think; no doubt you would think so 731
‘I am just going outside and may be some time’ 1083
I am the ancient Apple-Queen 804
I am – yet what I am, none cares or knows 710
I cannot tell you how it was 739
I caught a little ladybird 776
I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- 778
I could not look on Death, which being known 862
I couldn’t touch a stop and turn a screw 808
I did not live until this time 340
‘I fear thee, ancient Mariner! 607
I finde hou whilom ther was on 37
I found a ball of grass among the hay 688
I gave to Hope a watch of mine: but he 246
I had come to the edge of the water 1080
I have been here before 751
I have been noting events forty years 904
I have been young, and now am not too old 899
I have got into the slow train 1051
I have laborede sore and suffered deyyth 49
I have lived in important places, times 980
I have met them at close of day 869
I have put on a grotesque mask 1101
I imagine this midnight moment’s forest 976
I leant upon a coppice gate 824
I love my work and my children. God 1011
I love you, rotten 879
I met a traveller from an antique land 611
I met ayont the cairney 890
I might, unhappie word, ô me, I might 120
I now thinke, Love is rather deafe, then blind 238
I only knew one poet in my life 722
I ordered this, this clean wood box 1001
I place my hope on the water 1096
I play a spade: – Such strange new faces 676
I pray thee Nymph Penaeis stay, I chase not as a fo 95
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo 653
I saw Eternity the other night 305
I saw faire Cloris walke alone 321
I say although the fire were wondrous hot 122
I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure 227
I see as through a skylight in my brain 1014
I sing of Brooks, of Blossomes, Birds, and Bowers 293
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife 711
I struck the board, and cry’d, No more 246
I syng of a mayden that is makëles 47
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I 740
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless 698
I that in heill wes and gladnes 59
I’ the how-dumb-deid o’ the cauld hairst nicht 889
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day 794
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning 894
I wander thro’ each charter’d street 541
I was angry with my friend 542
I was going up to say something 1037
I was not borne to Helicon, nor dare 257
I was of delic
ate mind. I went aside for my needs 862
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! 591
I watch the happier people of the house 802
I went to the Garden of Love 541
‘I wille you allë swalewë withouten any bot 8
I wonder do you feel today 726
I wrote: in the dark cavern of our birth 987
Ich am of Irlande 3
If a pig wore a wig 776
If all the world and love were young 175
If any question why we died 862
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath 859
If ought of Oaten Stop, or Pastoral Song 477
If there were, oh! an Hellespont of cream 201
If you complain your Flames are hot 388
I’m going out to dine at Gray’s 884
I’m wearin’ awa’, John 661
I’me made in sport by Nature, when 395
Imprimis – My departed Shade I trust 480
In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland 781
In a herber green asleep whereas I lay 93
In a solitude of the sea 831
In a somur sesoun whan softe was the sonne 15
In all the space of space 1094
In my childhood trees were green 940
In Night when colours all to blacke are cast 172
In our town, people live in rows 844
In pious times, e’r Priest-craft did begin 376
In Saturn’s Reign, at Nature’s Early Birth 396
In Siberia’s wastes 707
In such a Night, when every louder Wind 417
In summers heate and mid-time of the day 159
In that instant 1029
In that same Gardin all the goodly flowres 114
In the first taxi he was alone tra-la 991
In the forest of Noyous Hevynes 44
In the third decade of March 1069
In the way that the most of the wind 1038
In the wrackes of Walsingham 177
In this cold Monument lies one 390
In this little Urne is laid 296
In this small fort, besieged with snow 478
In this strang labourinth how shall I turne? 234
In this world (the Isle of Dreames) 296
In to thir dirk and drublie dayis 64
In unexperienc’d Infancy 347
In what torne ship soever I embarke 232
‘In winter, when the fields are white 773
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 604
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors 977
Into my heart an air that kills 816
Is she mine, – and for life 813
Is there a solitary wretch who hies 546
Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime 334
It fell upon a holly eve 100
It had been badly shot 1080
It is a fearful thing to be 876
It is an ancyent Marinere 547
It is December in Wicklow 1043
It is early morning within this room: without 956
It is most curious to see what a power a few calm words (in 731
It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down 1073
It is summer, and we are in a house 1032
It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange 963
It little profits that an idle king 696
It once might have been, once only 752
It was my thirtieth year to heaven 960
It was the first gift he ever gave her 1096
It was the Winter wilde 280
It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined 1099
‘Ithin the woodlands, flow’ry gleäded 734
It’s Lamkin was a mason good 587
James Cagney was the one up both our streets 1076
Jean-Baptiste Chardin 1091
Just like unto a Nest of Boxes round 314
Just when our drawing-rooms begin to blaze 521
Kilbarchan now may say alas! 252
King of the perennial holly-graus 1023
Last night we had a thunderstorm in style 791
Late in the Forest I did Cupid see 235
Lawne as white as driven Snow 207
Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom 687
Leave me ô Love, which reachest but to dust 153
Leaving the white glow of filling stations 1067
Let Earth and Heaven combine 476
Let me not to the marriage of true mindes 197
Let the bird of lowdest lay 181
Let the day perish, wherein I was borne, and the night in which it was said, There is a man-childe conceived 203
Let them bestow on ev’ry Airth a Limb 301
Let us go then, you and I 847
Life is a jest; and all things show it 429
Like as the waves make towards the pibled shore 194
Like to the Artick needle, that doth guide 250
Living in a wide landscape are the flowers 952
London Bridge is broken down 474
Long time a child, and still a child, when years 682
Long time hath Christ, long time I must confess 150
Long time he lay upon the sunny hill 888
Long-expected one and twenty 518
‘Look not thou on Beauty’s charming 612
Look there! What a wheaten 999
Lord Thomas and Fair Annet 498
Lord when the wise men came from Farr 266
Lost to the world; lost to my selfe; alone 296
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back 249
Love in Fantastique Triumph satt 355
Love is the Peace, whereto all thoughts doe strive 171
Love me broughte 8
Love seeketh not Itself to please 539
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher 886
Loving in truth, and faine in verse my love to show 119
Lully, lulley; lully, lulley 70
Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use 370
Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace 138
Lyke as the armed knyght 87
Madam Life’s a piece in bloom 822
Madam would speak with me. So, now it comes 747
Maiden in the morë lay 3
Maides to bed, and cover coale 207
Make the greate God thy Fort, and dwell 273
Man is a Glas: Life is 201
Man’s and woman’s bodies lay without souls 1023
Man’s Life 201
Me not no Oxford don 1084
Methought I saw my late espoused Saint 351
Miles of pram in the wind and Pam in the gorse track 936
Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt 851
Mobile, immaculate and austere 978
Mock on Mock on Voltaire Rousseau 584
Most glorious Lord of lyfe that on this day 139
Move him into the sun 857
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold 606
Muses helpe me, sorrow swarmeth 129
My comforts drop and melt away like snow 248
My Dear One is mine as mirrors are lonely 962
My dearest dust could not thy hasty day 234
‘My deere doghter Venus,’ quod Saturne 24
My fourthe housbonde was a revelour 26
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 635
My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves 799
My Love is of a birth as rare 371
My lute, awake! Perfourme the last 81
My luve is like a red, red rose 544
My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined 542
My prime of youth is but a froste of cares 106
My Son, these maxims make a rule 525
My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew 862
My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love 183
My true love hath my hart, and I have his 108
Myne owne John Poyntz, sins ye delight to kn
ow 83
Nature, and Nature’s Laws lay hid in Night 459
Nature selects the longest way 817
Naughty Paughty Jack-a-Dandy 435
Nay, Ivy, nay, hyt shal not be, iwys 49
‘Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going? 545
Ne’er fash your thumb what gods decree 518
Nell 899
Never seek to tell thy love 537
Never weather-beaten Saile more willing bent to shore 211
Nightmare of beasthood, snorting, how to wake 1024
No, no; for my Virginity 427
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist 639
No, no, no, I know I was not important as I moved 981
Nobody heard him, the dead man 977
Not a line of her writing have I 823
Not every man has gentians in his house 907
Not marble, nor the guilded monuments 194
Not mine owne feares, nor the prophetick soule 196
Not only how far away, but the way that you say it 949
Nothing but No and I, and I and No 163
Nothing so true as what you once let fall 454
Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye 838
Now bygynneth Glotoun for to go to shryfte 17
Now fades the last long streak of snow 716
Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour 841
Now, I gain the Mountain’s Brow 436
Now is Jonas the Jwe jugged to drowne 31
Now is the time for the burning of the leaves 957
Now Israel 301
Now mirk December’s dowie face 509
Now rides this renk thurgh the ryalme of Logres 33
‘Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white 709
Now the leaves are falling fast 917
Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne softe 11
Now Westward Sol had spent the richest Beames 285
‘Now when King Offa was alive and dead’ 1026
Now winter nights enlarge 220
Nowe, Parott, my swete byrde, speke owte yet ons agayn 76
O DAVID, highest in the list 491
O happy dames, that may embrace 89
‘O ladyis fair of Troy and Grece, attend’ 54
O Love, be fed with apples while you may 899
O luely, luely cam she in 914
O perfite light, quhilk schaid away 163
O ragyng Seas 93
O Rose thou art sick 539
O roving Muse, recal that wond’rous Year 423
O sweet incendiary! shew here thy art 312
O tender time that love thinks long to see 783
O wha’s the bride that cairries the bunch 890
O what a strange parcel of creatures are we 528
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms 640
O where ha’ you been, Lord Randal my son? 578
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being 642
O zummer clote! when the brook’s a-glidèn 698
Oblique light on the trite, on brick and tile 1077