The Penguin Book of English Verse
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Obscurest night involved the sky 582
Odysseus rested on his oar and saw 1033
O’er me alas! thou dost too much prevail 407
OF Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit 333
Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers 599
Oh that my Lungs could bleat like butter’d pease 322
Oh thou that swing’st upon the waving haire 299
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast 567
Oh what a pity, Oh! don’t you agree 897
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? 920
Old and abandon’d by each venal friend 504
Old Fitz, who from your suburb grange 792
Old houses were scaffolding once 833
Old Man, or Lad’s-love, – in the name there’s nothing 854
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones 713
On a holy day when sails were blowing southward 925
On a squeaking cart, they push the usual stuff 1015
On Sundays I watch the hermits coming out of their holes 1102
On the day of the explosion 1041
One by one they appear in 986
Only think, dearest Louisa, what fearful scenes we have witnessed! 730
Orphan in my first years, I early learnt 671
Our God, our Help in Ages past 427
Our youth was happy: why repine 720
Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night 843
Out of their slumber Europeans spun 950
Out on the lawn I lie in bed 914
Out upon it, I have lov’d 323
Over Sir John’s hill 966
Pan’s Syrinx was a Girle indeed 125
Past ruin’d Ilion Helen lives 680
Perhaps you may of Priam’s Fate enquire 400
Phillips! whose touch harmonious could remove 468
Phillis, let’s shun the common Fate 407
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead 878
Pike, three inches long, perfect 979
Pious Celinda goes to Pray’rs 409
Pity the poor weightlifter 1065
Pleasure it is 78
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know 606
Poor little diary, with its simple thoughts 767
Poor Paddy Maguire, a fourteen-hour day 946
Poore bird, I doe not envie thee 323
Praisd be Dianas faire and harmles light 129
Pray how did she look? Was she pale, was she wan? 515
Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age 243
Pressed by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides 527
Promise me no promises 814
‘Proud Maisie is in the wood 611
Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me 1039
Quhy dois your brand sae drop wi’ bluid 497
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain 856
Reader 252
Remember, imbeciles and wits 887
Remember now thy Creatour in the days of thy youth, while the evil daies come not, nor the yeeres drawe nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them 204
Remember thee, remember thee! 650
Riverbank, the long rigs 1032
Room after room 722
Rose-cheekt Lawra come 185
Sad is the burying in the sunshine 663
Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate 646
Sand, caravans, and teetering sea-edge graves 1075
Sand has the ants, clay ferny weeds for play 879
Says Tweed to Till 662
Sche broghte him to his chambre tho 39
Seal up the book, all vision’s at an end 472
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness 638
See the Chariot at hand here of Love 264
See the smoking bowl before us 565
See, they return; ah, see the tentative 833
Seeing thou art faire, I barre not thy false playing 160
Sees not my love how Time resumes 279
Seventeen years ago you said 845
Seventy feet down 1040
Shaking the black earth 1063
Shall I compare thee to a Summers day? 193
She dwelt among th’ untrodden ways 566
She looked over his shoulder 970
She sat on a willow-trunk 1010
She was skilled in music and the dance 965
Sheepheard, what’s Love, I pray thee tell? 173
Shelley and jazz and lieder and love and hymn-tunes 934
Shephard loveth thow me vell? 300
Ship-broken men whom stormy seas sore toss 211
Silence, and stealth of dayes! ’tis now 304
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep 712
Since Bonny-boots was dead, that so divinely 150
Since that this thing we call the world 290
Since ther’s no helpe, Come let us kisse and part 223
Sir Drake whom well the world’s end knew 276
Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills 937
Smile, smile 445
‘So careful of the type?’ but no 715
So Good-luck came, and on my roofe did light 295
So, I have seen a man killed! An experience, that, among others! 729
So much for Julia. Now we’ll turn to Juan 617
So smooth, so sweet, so silv’ry is thy voice 293
So, we’ll go no more a roving 679
Soe well I love thee, as without thee I 241
Softly the civilized 944
Sol thro’ white Curtains shot a tim’rous Ray 419
Some day I will go to Aarhus 1030
Sometimes in the over-heated house, but not for long 838
Spies, you are lights in state, but of base stuffe 216
Sprawled on the crates and sacks in the rear of the truck 944
St. Agnes’ Eve – Ah, bitter chill it was! 624
Stand close around, ye Stygian set 680
Standing under the greengrocer’s awning 1085
Still to be neat, still to be drest 191
Stond who so list upon the Slipper toppe 88
Strange the Formation of the Eely Race 431
Straws like tame lightnings lie about the grass 974
Stroke the small silk with your whispering hands 1057
Suddenly as the riot squad moved in, it was raining exclamation marks 1095
Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven 837
Summer is fading 999
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow 758
Sweet Suffolk owl, so trimly dight 224
Sweet was the sound when oft at evening’s close 504
Sweete Soule of goodnesse, in whose Saintlike brest 255
Swept into limbo is the host 803
Swerving east, from rich industrial shadows 997
Take, take this cosse, atonys, atonys, my hert! 45
Take telegraph wires, a lonely moor 1094
Tall nettles cover up, as they have done 855
Taller to-day, we remember similar evenings 896
Television aerials, Chinese characters 1015
Tell me no more of minds embracing minds 306
Tell me not here, it needs not saying 875
Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkinde 297
That civilisation may not sink 928
That is no country for old men. The young 892
That time of yeeare thou maist in me behold 195
That was the top of the walk, when he said 839
That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall 692
The accursèd power which stands on Privilege 884
The age demanded an image 867
The annals say: when the monks of Clonmacnoise 1097
The apparition of these faces in the crowd 833
The autumn leaves that strew the brooks 1047
The beauty of Israel is slaine upon thy high places: how are the mightie fallen! 202
The bees build in the crevices 894
The bicycles go
by in twos and threes 919
The black flies kept nagging in the heat 1057
The bloudy trunck of him who did possesse 292
The blue jay with a crest on his head 883
The boy stood on the burning deck 668
The cards are shuffled and the deck 947
The child not yet is lulled to rest 811
The cold transparent ham is on my fork 691
The Corn was Orient and Immortal Wheat 344
The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day 484
The daw 438
The darkness crumbles away 852
The Day’s grown old, the fainting Sun 389
The dead on all sides 1062
The evening oer the meadow seems to stoop 680
The eye can hardly pick them out 973
The eyes that mock me sign the way 891
The feelings I don’t have I don’t have 897
The feverish room and that white bed 818
The fields were bleached white 948
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower 909
The forward Youth that would appear 364
The fountain plays 1013
The Frost performs its secret ministry 558
The Garden called Gethsemane 862
The gaunt brown walls 803
The glories of our blood and state 291
The Gods, by right of Nature, must possess 395
The Gods of old are silent on their shore 649
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen 971
The Helmett now an hive for Bees becomes 349
The high hills have a bitterness 879
The hills step off into whiteness 1000
The hop-poles stand in cones 886
The huge wound in my head began to heal 973
The idea of trust, or 1049
The king sits in Dumferling toune 495
The Lady Mary Villers lyes 271
The laird o’Cockpen, he’s proud and he’s great 660
The languid lady next appears in state 434
The last and greatest Herauld of Heavens King 235
The laws of God, the laws of man 873
The light of evening, Lissadell 908
The little hedge-row birds 553
The longe love that in my thought doeth harbar 79
The LORD will happiness divine 517
The loud Report through Lybian Cities goes 402
The lowest trees have tops, the Ant her gall 184
The Maiden caught me in the Wild 585
The Merchant, to secure his Treasure 412
The merthe of alle this londe 48
The mosquito knows full well, small as he is 897
The mother of the Muses, we are taught 751
The mountain sheep are sweeter 675
The night is darkening round me 705
The noon heat in the yard 1034
The old pond full of flags and fenced around 689
The One remains, the many change and pass 645
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea 772
The Pansie, Thistle, all with prickles set 218
The piers are pummelled by the waves 969
The pounded spice both tast and sent doth please 139
The princes of Mercia were badger and raven 1025
The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves 807
The Robin and the Wren 662
The rolls and harrows lie at rest beside 685
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was 913
The sea is calm to-night 762
The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke 757
The Snows are thaw’d, now grass new cloaths the earth 312
The són’s a poor, wrétched, unfórtunate creáture 721
The Spacious Firmament on high 416
The Star that bids the Shepherd fold 255
The sunlight on the garden 927
The Time is not remote, when I 463
The thirsty Earth soaks up the Rain 319
The thunder mutters louder and more loud 754
The tortured mullet served the Roman’s pride 765
The trees are in their autumn beauty 864
The Vietnam war drags on 1022
The wind flapped loose, the wind was still 771
The wind suffers of blowing 918
The window is nailed and boarded 955
The woman is perfected 1002
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall 735
Then blessing all, ‘Go Children of my care! 470
Then, first with lockes disheveled, and bare 132
Then grave Clarissa graceful wav’d her Fan 422
Then Oothoon waited silent all the day, and all the night 535
Then since within this wide great Universe 192
Then thick as Locusts black’ning all the ground 469
Ther is no rose of swych vertu 50
Ther was also a Nonne, a Prioresse 21
There – but for the clutch of luck – go I 1072
There Cintheus sat twynklyng upon his harpe stringis 74
There died a myriad 869
There is a Flower, the Lesser Celandine 593
There is a Garden in her face 220
There is a mountain and a wood between us 721
There is a Supreme God in the ethnological section 913
There is a wind where the rose was 825
‘There is no God,’ the wicked saith 757
There is one story and one story only 959
There lived a wife at Usher’s Well 573
There the ash-tree leaves do vall 749
There was a river overhung with trees 1060
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream 594
There was an Old Man of Whitehaven 705
There was an old man who screamed out 772
There was an Old Man with a beard 704
There was an Old Person of Basing 704
There was Dai Puw. He was no good 990
There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away 604
These fought in any case 868
These, in the day when heaven was falling 875
Th’expence of Spirit in a waste of shame 198
They are all gone into the world of light! 314
They are lang deid, folk that I used to ken 972
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter 815
They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden Rock 1092
They fie from me that sometyme did me seke 80
They fuck you up, your mum and dad 1039
They sing their dearest songs 853
They that have powre to hurt, and will doe none 196
‘They told me you had been to her 756
They’ve let me walk with you 1021
Think not this Paper comes with vain pretence 432
This ae nighte, this ae nighte 579
This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big 990
This carpenter hadde wedded newe a wyf 25
This darksome burn, horseback brown 790
This Earth our mighty Mother is, the Stones 397
This is the end of him, here he lies 792
This is the farmer sowing his corn 488
this is thi 1022
This last pain for the damned the Fathers found 911
This little Babe so few dayes olde 141
This little Grave embraces 242
This lunar beauty 902
This night presents a play, which publick rage 515
‘This night shall thy soul be required of thee’ 1027
‘This was Mr Bleaney’s room. He stayed 996
Thise riotoures thre of whiche I telle 28
Tho’ grief and fondness in my breast rebel 461
Thou cursed Cock, with thy perpetual Noise 396
Thou fair-hair’d angel of the evening 520
Thou hermit haunter of the lonely glen 686
Thou mastering me 779
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br /> Thou shalt have one God only; who 748
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness 637
Three thinges there bee that prosper up apace 221
Three weeks gone and the combatants gone 958
Three weeks had past, and Richard rambles now 612
Through that pure Virgin-shrine 317
Through the open French window the warm sun 918
Thule, the period of cosmography 179
Thus Bonny-boots the birthday celebrated 179
Thus piteously Love closed what he begat 747
Thus to Glaucus spake 341
Thy mind which Voluntary doubts molest 516
Time was away and somewhere else 939
Time was, when we were sow’d, and just began 403
’Tis April again in my garden, again the grey stone-wall 886
Tis now since I sate down before 289
’Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes 225
’Tis time this heart should be unmoved 649
’Tis true, our life is but a long disease 341
To all things there is an appointed time 92
To cure the mind’s wrong biass, spleen 460
To evoke posterity 926
To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall 581
To luve unluvit it is ane pane 99
To night, grave sir, both my poore house, and I 216
To see a World in a Grain of Sand 586
To see both blended in one flood 285
To survived the flood 1102
To the dim light and the large circle of shade 737
To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose 789
To whom thus Michael. Those whom last thou sawst 337
Tobroken been the statutz hye in hevene 36
Today the sunlight is the paint on lead soldiers 984
Today, Tuesday, I decided to move on 1017
Treason doth never prosper, what’s the reason? 212
Trim, thou are right! – ’Tis sure that I 666
Troop home to silent grots and caves! 688
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank 575
Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce 614
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean 527
’Twas on a summer noon, in Stainsford mead 459
Two loves I have of comfort and dispaire 199
Tyger Tyger, burning bright 539
Tyr’d with all these for restfull death I cry 195
Unchanged within, to see all changed without 668
Under the parabola of a ball 963
Under this stone, Reader, survey 436
Underneth this Marble Hearse 236
Undesirable you may have been, untouchable 1011
Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state 102
Up this green woodland ride lets softly rove 683
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! 701
Venus, take my Votive Glass 427
Vire will wind in other shadows 963