HARK! THE ALLELUIAS OF THE GREAT SALVATION
A SONG FOR THE FEAST OF ALL SAINTS
SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT
LOVE LOVETH THEE, AND WISDOM LOVETH THEE
LORD, GIVE ME LOVE THAT I MAY LOVE THEE MUCH
AS A KING, … . UNTO THE KING
O YE WHO LOVE TODAY
LIFE THAT WAS BORN TODAY
PERFECT LOVE CASTETH OUT FEAR
HOPE IS THE COUNTERPOISE OF FEAR
SUBJECT TO LIKE PASSIONS AS WE ARE
EXPERIENCE BOWS A SWEET CONTENTED FACE
CHARITY NEVER FAILETH
THE GREATEST OF THESE IS CHARITY
ALL BENEATH THE SUN HASTETH
IF THOU BE DEAD, FORGIVE AND THOU SHALT LIVE
LET PATIENCE HAVE HER PERFECT WORK
PATIENCE MUST DWELL WITH LOVE, FOR LOVE AND SORROW
LET EVERYTHING THAT HATH BREATH PRAISE THE LORD
WHAT IS THE BEGINNING? LOVE. WHAT THE COURSE? LOVE STILL
LORD, MAKE ME PURE
LOVE, TO BE LOVE, MUST WALK THY WAY
LORD, I AM FEEBLE AND OF MEAN ACCOUNT
TUNE ME, O LORD, INTO ONE HARMONY
THEY SHALL BE AS WHITE AS SNOW
THY LILIES DRINK THE DEW
WHEN I WAS IN TROUBLE I CALLED UPON THE LORD
GRANT US SUCH GRACE THAT WE MAY WORK THY WILL
WHO HATH DESPISED THE DAY OF SMALL THINGS?
DO THIS, AND HE DOETH IT
THAT NO MAN TAKE THY CROWN
YE ARE COME UNTO MOUNT SION
SIT DOWN IN THE LOWEST ROOM
LORD, IT IS GOOD FOR US TO BE HERE
LORD, GRANT US GRACE TO REST UPON THY WORD
A VAIN SHADOW
LORD, SAVE US, WE PERISH
WHAT IS THIS ABOVE THY HEAD
BABYLON THE GREAT
STANDING AFAR OFF FOR THE FEAR OF HER TORMENT
O LUCIFER, SON OF THE MORNING!
ALAS, ALAS! FOR THE SELF-DESTROYED
AS FROTH ON THE FACE OF THE DEEP
WHERE THEIR WORM DIETH NOT, AND THE FIRE IS NOT QUENCHED
TOLL, BELL, TOLL. FOR HOPE IS FLYING
EARTH HAS CLEAR CALL OF DAILY BELLS
ESCAPE TO THE MOUNTAIN
I LIFT MINE EYES TO SEE: EARTH VANISHETH
YET A LITTLE WHILE
BEHOLD, IT WAS VERY GOOD
WHATSOEVER IS RIGHT, THAT SHALL YE RECEIVE
THIS NEAR-AT-HAND LAND BREEDS PAIN BY MEASURE
WAS THY WRATH AGAINST THE SEA?
AND THERE WAS NO MORE SEA
ROSES ON A BRIER
WE ARE THOSE WHO TREMBLE AT THY WORD
AWAKE, THOU THAT SLEEPEST
WE KNOW NOT WHEN, WE KNOW NOT WHERE
I WILL LIFT UP MINE EYES UNTO THE HILLS
THEN WHOSE SHALL THOSE THINGS BE?
HIS BANNER OVER ME WAS LOVE
BELOVED, YIELD THY TIME TO GOD, FOR HE
TIME SEEMS NOT SHORT
THE HALF MOON SHOWS A FACE OF PLAINTIVE SWEETNESS
AS THE DOVES TO THEIR WINDOWS
OH KNELL OF A PASSING TIME
TIME PASSETH AWAY WITH ITS PLEASURE AND PAIN
THE EARTH SHALL TREMBLE AT THE LOOK OF HIM
TIME LENGTHENING, IN THE LENGTHENING SEEMETH LONG
ALL FLESH IS GRASS
HEAVEN’S CHIMES ARE SLOW, BUT SURE TO STRIKE AT LAST
THERE REMAINETH THEREFORE A REST TO THE PEOPLE OF GOD
PARTING AFTER PARTING
THEY PUT THEIR TRUST IN THEE, AND WERE NOT CONFOUNDED
SHORT IS TIME, AND ONLY TIME IS BLEAK
FOR EACH
FOR ALL
THE HOLY CITY, NEW JERUSALEM
WHEN WICKEDNESS IS BROKEN AS A TREE
JERUSALEM OF FIRE
SHE SHALL BE BROUGHT UNTO THE KING
WHO IS THIS THAT COMETH UP NOT ALONE
WHO SITS WITH THE KING IN HIS THRONE? NOT A SLAVE BUT A BRIDE
ANTIPAS
BEAUTIFUL FOR SITUATION
LORD, BY WHAT INCONCEIVABLE DIM ROAD
AS COLD WATERS TO A THIRSTY SOUL, SO IS GOOD NEWS FROM A FAR COUNTRY
CAST DOWN BUT NOT DESTROYED, CHASTENED NOT SLAIN
LIFT UP THINE EYES TO SEEK THE INVISIBLE
LOVE IS STRONG AS DEATH
LET THEM REJOICE IN THEIR BEDS
SLAIN IN THEIR HIGH PLACES: FALLEN ON REST
WHAT HATH GOD WROUGHT!
BEFORE THE THRONE, AND BEFORE THE LAMB
HE SHALL GO NO MORE OUT
YEA, BLESSED AND HOLY IS HE THAT HATH PART IN THE FIRST RESURRECTION!
THE JOY OF SAINTS, LIKE INCENSE TURNED TO FIRE
WHAT ARE THESE LOVELY ONES, YEA, WHAT ARE THESE?
THE GENERAL ASSEMBLY AND CHURCH OF THE FIRSTBORN
EVERY ONE THAT IS PERFECT SHALL BE AS HIS MASTER
AS DYING, AND BEHOLD WE LIVE!
SO GREAT A CLOUD OF WITNESSES
OUR MOTHERS, LOVELY WOMEN PITIFUL
SAFE WHERE I CANNOT LIE YET
IS IT WELL WITH THE CHILD?
DEAR ANGELS AND DEAR DISEMBODIED SAINTS
TO EVERY SEED HIS OWN BODY
WHAT GOOD SHALL MY LIFE DO ME?
HER SEED; IT SHALL BRUISE THY HEAD
JUDGE NOTHING BEFORE THE TIME
HOW GREAT IS LITTLE MAN!
MAN’S LIFE IS BUT A WORKING DAY
THE DAY IS AT HAND
ENDURE HARDNESS
WHITHER THE TRIBES GO UP, EVEN THE TRIBES OF THE LORD
WHERE NEVER TEMPEST HEAVETH
MARVEL OF MARVELS, IF I MYSELF SHALL BEHOLD
WHAT IS THAT TO THEE? FOLLOW THOU ME
WORSHIP GOD
AFTERWARD HE REPENTED, AND WENT
ARE THEY NOT ALL MINISTERING SPIRITS?
OUR LIFE IS LONG. NOT SO, WISE ANGELS SAY
LORD, WHAT HAVE I TO OFFER? SICKENING FEAR
JOY IS BUT SORROW
CAN I KNOW IT? — NAY
WHEN MY HEART IS VEXED I WILL COMPLAIN
PRAYING ALWAYS
AS THY DAYS, SO SHALL THY STRENGTH BE
A HEAVY HEART, IF EVER HEART WAS HEAVY
IF LOVE IS NOT WORTH LOVING, THEN LIFE IS NOT WORTH LIVING
WHAT IS IT JESUS SAITH UNTO THE SOUL?
THEY LIE AT REST, OUR BLESSED DEAD
YE THAT FEAR HIM, BOTH SMALL AND GREAT
CALLED TO BE SAINTS
THE SINNER’S OWN FAULT? SO IT WAS
WHO CARES FOR EARTHLY BREAD THO’ WHITE?
LAUGHING LIFE CRIES AT THE FEAST
THE END IS NOT YET
WHO WOULD WISH BACK THE SAINTS UPON OUR ROUGH
THAT WHICH HATH BEEN IS NAMED ALREADY, AND IT IS KNOWN THAT IT IS MAN
OF EACH SAD WORD WHICH IS MORE SORROWFUL
I SEE THAT ALL THINGS COME TO AN END
BUT THY COMMANDMENT IS EXCEEDING BROAD
SURSAM CORDA
O YE, WHO ARE NOT DEAD AND FIT
WHERE SHALL I FIND A WHITE ROSE BLOWING?
REDEEMING THE TIME
NOW THEY DESIRE A BETTER COUNTRY
A CASTLE-BUILDER’S WORLD
THESE ALL WAIT UPON THEE
DOETH WELL … DOETH BETTER
OUR HEAVEN MUST BE WITHIN OURSELVES
VANITY OF VANITIES
THE HILLS ARE TIPPED WITH SUNSHINE, WHILE I WALK
SCARCE TOLERABLE LIFE, WHICH ALL LIFE LONG
ALL HEAVEN IS BLAZING YET
BALM IN GILEAD
IN THE DAY OF HIS ESPOUSALS
SHE CAME FROM THE UTTERMOST PART OF THE EARTH
ALLELUIA! OR ALAS! MY HEART IS CRYING
THE PASSION FLOWER HATH SPRUNG UP TALL
GOD’S ACRE
THE FLOWERS APPEAR ON THE EARTH
THOU KNEWEST … THOU OUGHTEST THEREFORE
GO IN PEACE
HALF DEAD
ONE OF THE SOLDIERS WITH A SPEAR PIERCED HIS SIDE
WHERE LOVE IS, THERE COMES SORROW
BURY HOPE OUT OF SIGHT
A CHURCHYARD SONG OF PATIEN
T HOPE
ONE WOE IS PAST. COME WHAT COME WILL
TAKE NO THOUGHT FOR THE MORROW
CONSIDER THE LILIES OF THE FIELD
SON, REMEMBER
HEAVINESS MAY ENDURE FOR A NIGHT, BUT JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING
THE WILL OF THE LORD BE DONE
LAY UP FOR YOURSELVES TREASURES IN HEAVEN
WHOM THE LORD LOVETH HE CHASTENETH
THEN SHALL YE SHOUT
EVERYTHING THAT IS BORN MUST DIE
LORD, GRANT US CALM, IF CALM CAN SET FORTH THEE
CHANGING CHIMES
THY SERVANT WILL GO AND FIGHT WITH THIS PHILISTINE
THRO’ BURDEN AND HEAT OF THE DAY
THEN I COMMENDED MIRTH
SORROW HATH A DOUBLE VOICE
SHADOWS TODAY, WHILE SHADOWS SHOW GOD’S WILL
TRULY THE LIGHT IS SWEET
ARE YE NOT MUCH BETTER THAN THEY?
YEA, THE SPARROW HATH FOUND HER AN HOUSE
I AM SMALL AND OF NO REPUTATION
O CHRIST MY GOD WHO SEEST THE UNSEEN
YEA, IF THOU WILT, THOU CANST PUT UP THY SWORD
SWEETNESS OF REST WHEN THOU SHEDDEST REST
O FOOLISH SOUL! TO MAKE THY COUNT
BEFORE THE BEGINNING THOU HAST FOREKNOWN THE END
THE GOAL IN SIGHT! LOOK UP AND SING
LOOKING BACK ALONG LIFE’S TRODDEN WAY
DEATH’S CHILL BETWEEN
HEART’S CHILL BETWEEN
REPINING
NEW ENIGMAS
CHARADES
THE ROSE
THE TREES’ COUNSELING
BEHOLD, I STAND AT THE DOOR AND KNOCK
GIANNI MY FRIEND AND I BOTH STROVE TO EXCEL
THE OFFERING OF THE NEW LAW, THE ONE OBLATION ONCE OFFERED
THE ELEVENTH HOUR
I KNOW YOU NOT
A CHRISTMAS CAROL
EASTER EVEN
COME UNTO ME
ASH WEDNESDAY
SPRING FANCIES
LAST NIGHT
PETER GRUMP / FORSS
IF
SEASONS
HENRY HARDIMAN
WITHIN THE VEIL
PARADISE: IN A SYMBOL
IN JULY
LOVE HATH A NAME OF DEATH
TU SCENDI DALE STELE, O RE DEL CIELO
ALAS MY LORD
AN ALPHABET
HUSBAND AND WIFE
MICHAEL F. M. ROSSETTI
A SICK CHILD’S MEDITATION
LOVE IS ALL HAPPINESS, LOVE IS ALL BEAUTY
A HANDY MOLE WHO PLIED NO SHOVEL
ONE SWALLOW DOES NOT MAKE A SUMMER
CONTEMPTUOUS OF HIS HOME BEYOND
A WORD FOR THE DUMB
CARDINAL NEWMAN
AN ECHO FROM WILLOWWOOD
YEA, I HAVE A GOODLY HERITAGE
A DEATH OF A FIRST-BORN
FAINT, YET PURSUING
WHAT WILL IT BE, O MY SOUL, WHAT WILL IT BE
LORD, THOU ART FULNESS, I AM EMPTINESS
O LORD, I CANNOT PLEAD MY LOVE OF THEE
FAITH AND HOPE ARE WINGS TO LOVE
A SORROWFUL SIGH OF A PRISONER
I SIT A QUEEN, AND AM NO WIDOW, AND SHALL SEE NO SORROW
PASSING AWAY THE BLISS
LOVE BUILDS A NEST ON EARTH AND WAITS FOR REST
JESUS ALONE: — IF THUS IT WERE TO ME
THE WAY OF THE WORLD
BOOKS IN THE RUNNING BROOKS
GONE BEFORE
THE DEAD CITY
THE WATER SPIRIT’S SONG
THE SONG OF THE STAR
SUMMER
TO MY MOTHER ON HER BIRTHDAY
THE RUINED CROSS
EVA
LOVE EPHEMERAL
BURIAL ANTHEM
SAPPHO
TASSO AND LEONORA
ON THE DEATH OF A CAT
MOTHER AND CHILD
FAIR MARGARET
EARTH AND HEAVEN
LOVE ATTACKED
LOVE DEFENDED
DIVINE AND HUMAN PLEADING
TO MY FRIEND ELIZABETH
AMORE E DOVERE
AMORE E DISPETTO
LOVE AND HOPE
SERENADE
THE ROSE
PRESENT AND FUTURE
WILL THESE HANDS NE’ER BE CLEAN?
SIR EUSTACE GREY
THE TIME OF WAITING
CHARITY
THE DEAD BRIDE
LIFE OUT OF DEATH
THE SOLITARY ROSE
LADY ISABELLA
THE DREAM
THE DYING MAN TO HIS BETROTHED
THE MARTYR
THE END OF TIME
RESURRECTION EVE
ZARA
VERSI
L’INCOGNITA
PURPUREA ROSA
SOUL RUDDERLESS, UNBRACED
ANIMUCCIA, VAGANTUCCIA, MORBIDUCCIA
HEAVEN
HYMN
CORYDON’S LAMENT AND RESOLUTION
ROSALIND
PITIA A DAMONE
THE FAITHLESS SHEPHERDESS
ARIADNE TO THESEUS
ON ALBINA
A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY
LOVE AND DEATH
DESPAIR
FORGET ME NOT
EASTER MORNING
A TIRSI
THE LAST WORDS OF ST. TELEMACHUS
LORD THOMAS AND FAIR MARGARET
LINES TO MY GRANDFATHER
CHARADE
HOPE IN GRIEF
LISETTA ALL’ AMANTE
SONG
PRAISE OF LOVE
I HAVE FOUGHT A GOOD FIGHT
WISHES
ELEANOR
ISIDORA
THE NOVICE
IMMALEE
LADY ISABELLA
NIGHT AND DEATH
YOUNG MEN AYE WERE FICKLE FOUND SINCE SUMMER TREES WERE LEAFY
THE LOTUS-EATERS
SONNET: FROM THE PSALMS
SONG: THE STREAM MOANETH AS IT FLOWETH
A COUNSEL
THE WORLD’S HARMONIES
LINES: GIVEN WITH A PENWIPER
THE LAST ANSWER
ONE OF THE DEAD
THE WHOLE HEAD IS SICK, AND THE WHOLE HEART FAINT
I DO SET MY BOW IN THE CLOUD
O DEATH WHERE IS THY STING?
UNDINE
LADY MONTREVOR
FLORAL TEACHING
DEATH IS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY
DEATH
A HOPELESS CASE
ELLEN MIDDLETON
ST. ANDREW’S CHURCH
GROWN COLD.: SONNET
ZARA
RUIN
I SIT AMONG GREEN SHADY VALLEYS OFT
LISTEN, AND I WILL TELL YOU OF A FACE
WOULDST THOU GIVE ME A HEAVY JEWELED CROWN
I SAID WITHIN MYSELF: I AM A FOOL
METHINKS THE ILLS OF LIFE I FAIN WOULD SHUN
STRANGE VOICES SING AMONG THE PLANETS WHICH
SLEEP, SLEEP, HAPPY CHILD
WHAT SAPPHO WOULD HAVE SAID HAD HER LEAP CURED INSTEAD OF KILLING HER
ON KEATS
HAVE PATIENCE
TO LALLA, READING MY VERSES TOPSY-TURVY
SONNET: SOME SAY THAT LOVE AND JOY ARE ONE: AND SO
THE LAST COMPLAINT
HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN?
A CHRISTMAS CAROL, (ON THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT.)
FOR ADVENT
TWO PURSUITS
LOOKING FORWARD
LIFE HIDDEN
QUEEN ROSE
HOW ONE CHOSE
SEEKING REST
A YEAR AFTERWARDS
TWO THOUGHTS OF DEATH
THREE MOMENTS
ONCE
THREE NUNS
SONG: WE BURIED HER AMONG THE FLOWERS
THE WATCHERS
ANNIE
A DIRGE
SONG: IT IS NOT FOR HER EVEN BROW
A DREAM
A FAIR WORLD THO’ A FALLEN
ADVENT: “COME,” THOU DOST SAY TO ANGELS
ALL SAINTS
; EYE HATH NOT SEEN
ST. ELIZABETH OF HUNGARY
MOONSHINE
THE SUMMER IS ENDED
I LOOK FOR THE LORD
SONG: I HAVE LOVED YOU FOR LONG LONG YEARS ELLEN
A DISCOVERY
FROM THE ANTIQUE
THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS
TO WHAT PURPOSE IS THIS WASTE?
NEXT OF KIN
LET THEM REJOICE IN THEIR BEDS
PORTRAITS
WHITSUN EVE
WHAT?
A PAUSE
HOLY INNOCENTS
THERE REMAINETH THEREFORE A REST FOR THE PEOPLE OF GOD
ANNIE: IT’S NOT FOR EARTHLY BREAD
SEASONS
THOU SLEEPEST WHERE THE LILIES FADE
I WISH I WERE A LITTLE BIRD
TWO PARTED
ALL NIGHT I DREAM YOU LOVE ME WELL
FOR ROSALINE’S ALBUM
CARE FLIETH
EPITAPH
THE P. R. B
SEASONS: CROCUSES AND SNOWDROPS WITHER
WHO HAVE A FORM OF GODLINESS
BALLAD
A STUDY. (A SOUL.)
THERE REMAINETH THEREFORE A REST
YE HAVE FORGOTTEN THE EXHORTATION
GUESSES
FROM THE ANTIQUE
THREE STAGES
LONG LOOKED FOR
LISTENING
ZARA
THE LAST LOOK
I HAVE A MESSAGE UNTO THEE
COBWEBS
UNFORGOTTEN
AN AFTERTHOUGHT
TO THE END
ZION SAID
MAY
RIVER THAMES (?)
A CHILLY NIGHT
LET PATIENCE HAVE HER PERFECT WORK
A MARTYR
IN THE LANE
ACME
A BED OF FORGET-ME-NOTS
THE CHIEFEST AMONG TEN THOUSAND
LOOK ON THIS PICTURE AND ON THIS
NOW THEY DESIRE
A CHRISTMAS CAROL, FOR MY GODCHILDREN
NOT YOURS BUT YOU
AN ANSWER
SIR WINTER
IN AN ARTIST’S STUDIO
INTROSPECTIVE
THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS
REFLECTION
A COAST-NIGHTMARE
FOR ONE SAKE
MY OLD FRIENDS
YET A LITTLE WHILE
ONLY BELIEVE
RIVALS
A YAWN
FOR H. P
THEN THEY THAT FEARED THE LORD SPAKE OFTEN ONE TO ANOTHER
WHAT GOOD SHALL MY LIFE DO ME?
THE MASSACRE OF PERUGIA
I HAVE DONE WITH HOPE
PROMISES LIKE PIECRUST
BY THE WATERS OF BABYLON
BETTER SO
OUR WIDOWED QUEEN
IN PROGRESS
OUT OF THE DEEP
FOR A MERCY RECEIVED
SUMMER
A DUMB FRIEND
MARGERY
IN PATIENCE
SUNSHINE
MEETING
NONE WITH HIM
UNDER WILLOWS
A SKETCH
IF I HAD WORDS
WHAT TO DO?
YOUNG DEATH
IN A CERTAIN PLACE
CANNOT SWEETEN
OF MY LIFE
YES, I TOO COULD FACE DEATH AND NEVER SHRINK
WOULD THAT I WERE A TURNIP WHITE
I FANCY THE GOOD FAIRIES DRESSED IN WHITE
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