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261

From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome (_Hebrew Melodies_),
iii. 401

From this emblem what variance your motto evinces! (_Jeux d'Esprit,
etc. _), vii. 36


God maddens him whom 't is his will to lose (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 45

Good plays are scarce (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 12

Great Jove! to whose Almighty Throne (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 14


Harriet, to see such Circumspection (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 263

He, unto whom thou art so partial (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 74

He who, sublime, in epic numbers roll'd (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 73

Here once engaged the stranger's view (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 259

Here's a happy New Year! but with reason (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), _ii.
322_; vii. 64

High in the midst, surrounded by his peers (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 28

Hills of Annesley, Bleak and Barren (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 210

His father's sense, his mother's grace (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 54

How came you in Hob's pound to cool? (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 66

How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai! (_Island_, Canto II. ), v. 598

How sweetly shines, through azure skies (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 131

Hush'd are the winds, and still the evening gloom (_Hours of Idleness_),
i. 5

Huzza! Hodgson, we are going (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 4


I cannot talk of Love to thee (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 411

I enter thy garden of roses (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 22

I had a dream, which was not all a dream (_Poems of July-September,
1816_), iv. 42

I heard thy fate without a tear (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 425

I now mean to be serious;--it is time (_Don Juan_, Canto XIII. ), vi. 481

I read the "Christabel" (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 45

I saw thee weep--the big bright tear (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 390

I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name (_Poems 1814-1816_),
iii. 319, 413

I stood beside the grave of him who blazed (_Poems of July-September,
1816_), iv. 45

I stood in Venice on the "Bridge of Sighs" (_Childe Harold_, Canto IV. ),
ii. 327

I want a hero: an uncommon want (_Don Juan_, Canto I. ), vi. 11

I watched thee when the foe was at our side (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 84

I wish to tune my quivering lyre (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 147

I would I were a careless child (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 205

I would to Heaven that I were so much clay (_Fragment on back of MS. of
Don Juan_, Canto I. ), vi. 2

If Fate should seal my Death to-morrow (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 247

If for silver, or for gold (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 62

If from great Nature's or our own abyss (_Don Juan_, Canto XIV. ), vi.
516

If, in the month of dark December (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 13

If sometimes in the haunts of men (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 46

If that high world, which lies beyond (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 383

Ill-fated heart! and can it be (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 48

In Coron's bay floats many a galley light (_Corsair_, Canto II. ), iii.
249

In digging up your bones, Tom Paine (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 65

In hearts like thine ne'er may I hold a place (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 40

In law an infant, and in years a boy (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 128

In moments to delight devoted (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 71

In Nottingham county there lives at Swan Green (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 1

In one dread night our city saw and sighed (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 51

In one who felt as once he felt (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 253

In the beginning was the Word next God (_Morgante Maggiore_, Canto I. ),
iv. 285

In the dome of my Sires as the clear moonbeam falls (_Poems 1809-1813_),
iii. 27

In the valley of waters we wept on the day (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 404

In the year since Jesus died for men (_Siege of Corinth_), iii. 449

In thee, I fondly hop'd to clasp (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 7

In this beloved marble view (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 536

Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child? (_Childe Harold_, Canto
III. ), ii. 215

It is the hour when from the boughs (_Parisina_), iii. 505

It seems that the Braziers propose soon to pass (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 72


Kind Reader! take your choice to cry or laugh (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 11

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle (_Bride of Abydos_, Canto
I. ), iii. 157


Lady! if the cold and cloudy clime (_Prophecy of Dante_, Dedication),
iv. 241

Lady! in whose heroic port (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 552

Lesbia! since far from you I've rang'd (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 41

Let Folly smile to view the names (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 4

Long years! --It tries the thrilling frame to bear (_Lament of Tasso_),
iv. 143

Lucietta, my deary (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 81


Maid of Athens, ere we part (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 15; _iv. 214_

Many are Poets who have never penned (_Prophecy of Dante_, Canto IV. ),
iv. 269

Marion! why that pensive brow? (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 129

Mingle with the genial bowl (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 228

Montgomery! true the common lot (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 107

Mrs. Wilmot sate scribbling a play (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 61

Muse of the many-twinkling feet! whose charms (_The Waltz_), i. 483

Must thou go, my glorious Chief? (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 428

My boat is on the Shore (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 46

My dear Mr. Murray (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 51

My hair is grey, but not with years (_Prisoner of Chillon_), iv. 13

My Sister! my sweet Sister! if a name (_Poems of July-September, 1816_),
iv. 57

My soul is dark--Oh! quickly string (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 389


Nay, smile not at my sullen brow (_Childe Harold_, Canto I. : _To Inez_),
ii. 75

Newstead! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome! (_Hours of Idleness_), i.
116

Night wanes--the vapours round the mountains curled (_Lara_, Canto II. ),
iii. 348

Nisus, the guardian of the portal stood (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 151

No breath of air to break the wave (_Giaour_), iii. 85

No specious splendour of this stone (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 66

Nose and Chin that make a knocker (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 538

Not in those climes where I have late been staying (_Childe Harold_,
Canto I. : _To Ianthe_), ii. 11

Nothing so difficult as a beginning (_Don Juan_, Canto IV. ), vi. 183


O Love! O Glory! what are ye who fly? (_Don Juan_, Canto VII. ), vi. 302

O Thou! who rollest in yon azure field (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 2

O thou yclep'd by vulgar sons of Men (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 7

O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea (_Corsair_, Canto I. ), iii.
227

Of all the barbarous middle ages, that (_Don Juan_, Canto XII. ), vi. 455

Of rhymes I printed seven volumes (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 55

Of two fair Virgins, modest, though admired (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 535

Oh, Anne, your offences to me have been grievous (_Hours of Idleness_),
i. 246

"Oh banish care"--such ever be (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 28

Oh, blood and thunder! and oh! blood and wounds! (_Don Juan_, Canto
VIII. ), vi. 330

Oh! could Le Sage's demon gift (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 56

Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 68

Oh, factious viper! whose envenom'd tooth (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 34

Oh, Friend! for ever lov'd, for ever dear (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 18

Oh! had my Fate been join'd with thine (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 189

Oh how I wish that an embargo (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 10

Oh Lady! when I left the shore (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 5

Oh! little lock of golden hue (_Hours of Idleness_), i. _211_, 233

Oh, Mariamne! now for thee (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 400

Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 75

Oh! my lonely--lonely--lonely--Pillow! (_Poems, 1816-1823_), iv. 563

Oh never talk again to me (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 1

Oh say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed (_Hours of
Idleness_), i. 251

Oh!
snatched away in beauty's bloom (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 388

Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story (_Poems 1816-1823_), vi. 562

Oh, thou! in Hellas deemed of heavenly birth (_Childe Harold_, Canto
I. ), ii. 15

Oh! thou that roll'st above thy glorious Fire (_Hours of Idleness_), i.
229

Oh Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls (_Ode on Venice_), iv. 193

Oh! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii.
385

Oh well done Lord E---- n! and better done R---- r! (_Jeux d' Esprit,
etc. _), vii. 13

Oh! well I know your subtle sex (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 242

Oh! Wellington! (or "Villainton")--for Fame (_Don Juan_, Canto IX. ), vi.
373

Oh! when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow? (_Hours of Idleness_),
i. 21

Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations (_Don Juan_, Canto II. ),
vi. 87

Oh! yes, I will own we were dear to each other (_Hours of Idleness_), i.
126

Oh you, who in all names can tickle the town (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 16

On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 386

Once fairly set out on his party of pleasure (_Jeux d' Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 41

Once more in Man's frail world! which I had left (_Prophecy of Dante_,
Canto I. ), iv. 247

One struggle more, and I am free (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. _31, 32_, 36

Our life is two fold: Sleep hath its own world (_The Dream_), iv. 33


Parent of golden dreams, Romance! (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 174

Posterity will ne'er survey (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 65


Rail on, Rail on, ye heartless crew (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 213

Remember him, whom Passion's power (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 67

Remember thee! Remember thee! (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 59

Remind me not, remind me not (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 268

River, that rollest by the ancient walls (_Poems 1816-1833_), iv. 545

Rousseau--Voltaire--our Gibbon--and De Stael (_Poems of July-September,
1816_), iv. 53


Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate (_Vision of Judgment_), iv. 487

She walks in Beauty, like the night (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 381

Since now the hour is come at last (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 12

Since our Country, our God--Oh, my Sire (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 387

Since the refinement of this polish'd age (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 45

Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run (_Corsair_, Canto III. ),
iii. 270

Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run (_The Curse of Minerva_), i.
457

So we'll go no more a-roving (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. _411_, 538

Sons of the Greeks, arise (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 20

Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh (_Hours of Idleness_), i.
208

Star of the brave! --whose beam hath shed (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 436

Start not--nor deem my spirit fled (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 276

Still must I hear? --shall hoarse Fitzgerald bawl? (_English Bards, and
Scotch Reviewers_), i. 297

Strahan, Tonson, Lintot of the times (_Jeux d' Esprit, etc. _), vii. 56

Stranger! behold interred together (_Jeux d' Esprit, etc. _), vii. 11

Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 399

Sweet girl, though only once we met (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 38


Tambourgi! Tambourgi! thy 'larum afar (_Childe Harold_, Canto II. ), ii.
146

The antique Persians taught three useful things (_Don Juan_, Canto
XVI. ), vi. 572

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold (_Hebrew Melodies_),
iii. 404.

The chain I gave was fair to view (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 49

The dead have been awakened--shall I sleep? (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 83

The Devil returned to Hell by two (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 21

The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom (_Island_, Canto
III. ), v. 618

The Gods of old are silent on their shore (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 566

The "good old times"--all times when old are good (_Age of Bronze_), v.
541

The Harp the Monarch Minstrel swept (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 382

The Isles of Greece, The Isles of Greece (_Don Juan_, Canto III. ), vi.
169

The King was on his throne (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 397

The kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left (_Poems, 1809-1813_), iii. 23

The Land where I was born sits by the seas (_Francesca of Rimini_), iv.
317

The man of firm and noble soul (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 81

The modest bard, like many a bard unknown (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 15

The Moorish King rides up and down (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 529

The Moralists tell us that Loving is Sinning (_Hours of Idleness_), i.
262

The morning watch was come; the vessel lay (_Island_, Canto I. ), v. 587

The Night came on the Waters--all was rest (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 419

The "Origin of Love"! --Ah, why (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 65

The roses of Love glad the garden of life (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 109

The sacred song that on mine ear (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), _iii. 32_;
vii. 15

The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain (_Lara_, Canto I. ), iii.
323

The Son of Love and Lord of War I sing (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 82

The Spell is broke, the charm is flown (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 12

The Spirit of the fervent days of Old (_Prophecy of Dante_, Canto II. ),
iv. 255

The wild gazelle on Judah's Hills (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 384

The winds are high on Helle's wave (_Bride of Abydos_, Canto II. ), iii.
178

The world is a bundle of hay (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 65

The world is full of orphans: firstly those (_Don Juan_, Canto XVII. ),
vi. 608

There be none of Beauty's daughters (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 435

There is a mystic thread of life (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 234

There is a tear for all that die (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 417

There is a tide in the affairs of men (_Don Juan_, Canto VI. ), vi. 268

There is no more for me to hope (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 15

There was a time, I need not name (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 264

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away (_Poems
1814-1816_), iii. 423

There's something in a stupid ass (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 63

These locks, which fondly thus entwine (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 36

They say that Hope is happiness (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 438

Thine eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair (_Poems 1809-1813_),
iii. 70, _390_

Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 8

This Band, which bound thy yellow hair (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 212

This day, of all our days, has done (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _). vii. 71

This faint resemblance of thy charms (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 32, _36_

This votive pledge of fond esteem (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 78

Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 260

Thou art not false, but thou art fickle (_Poems 1809-1818_), iii. 64

_Thou_ lay thy branch of _laurel_ down (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 19

Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days (_Hours of
Idleness_), i. 254

Thou whose spell can raise the dead (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 392

Though the day of my Destiny's over (_Poems of July-September, 1816_),
iv. 54

Through cloudless skies, in silvery sheen (_Poems 1809-1818_), iii. 11

Through Life's dull road, so dim and dirty (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii.
73

Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle (_Hours of
Idleness_), i. 1

Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe (_Poems 1809-1813_),
iii. 71

Thy days are done, thy fame begun (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 391

Thy verse is "sad" enough, no doubt (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 252

Time! on whose arbitrary wing (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 60

'T is done--and shivering in the gale (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 285

'T is done--but yesterday a King! (_Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte_), iii.
305

'T is done--I saw it in my dreams (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 211

'T is fifty years, and yet their fray (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 542

'T is known, at least it should be, that throughout (_Beppo_), iv. 159

'T is midnight--but it is not dark (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 537

'T is time this heart should be unmoved (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 86

Titan! to whose immortal eyes (_Poems of July-September, 1816_), iv. 48

To be the father of the fatherless (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 548

To hook the Reader, you, John Murray (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 44

'T was after dread Pultowa's day (_Maseppa_), iv. 207

'T was now the hour, when Night had driven (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 149

'T was now the noon of night, and all was still (_Hours of Idleness_),
i. 217


Unhappy Dives! in an evil hour (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 7

Up to battle! Sons of Suli (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 83


Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword (_Hebrew Melodies_),
iii. 393

We do not curse thee, Waterloo! (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 431

We sate down and wept by the waters (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 402

Weep, daughter of a royal line (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 45

Well! thou art happy, and I feel (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 277; _iv.