morn 15
God prosper long our noble king 47
God who created me 328
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine 97
Good Lord Scroope to the hills is gane 64

Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be 147
Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands 322
He has called him forty Marchmen bold 69
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling 90
He spoke, and as he ceased he wept aloud 272
He spoke, and Sohrab kindled at his taunts 267
He spoke; but Rustum gazed, and gazed, and stood 275
High-spirited friend 12
How happy is he born or taught 11

I am the mashed fireman with breast-bone broken 254
If doughty deeds my lady please 88
If sadly thinking 91
I love contemplating, apart 140
In the ship-yard stood the Master 210
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 136
Iphigeneia, when she heard her doom 138
I said, when evil men are strong 105
Is life worth living? Yes, so long 308
It is not growing like a tree 13
It is not to be thought of that the Flood 101
It is not yours, O mother, to complain 326
It was a' for our rightfu' King 99
I wish I were where Helen lies 77

Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border side 329
King Philip had vaunted his claims 324

Lars Porsena of Clusium 179
Last night, among his fellow-roughs 242

Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour 102
Mortality, behold and fear 15
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold 179
My boat is on the shore