Index of First Lines
I |
I thought once how Theocritus had sung |
II |
But only three in all God’s universe |
III |
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! |
IV |
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor |
V |
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly |
VI |
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand |
VII |
The face of all the world is changed, I think |
VIII |
What can I give thee back, O liberal |
IX |
Can it be right to give what I can give? |
X |
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed |
XI |
And therefore if to love can be desert |
XII |
Indeed this very love which is my boast |
XIII |
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech |
XIV |
If thou must love me, let it be for nought |
XV |
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear |
XVI |
And yet, because thou overcomest so |
XVII |
My poet thou canst touch on all the notes |
XVIII |
I never gave a lock of hair away |
XIX |
The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandize |
XX |
Beloved, my beloved, when I think |
XXI |
Say over again, and yet once over again |
XXII |
When our two souls stand up erect and strong |
XXIII |
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead |
XXIV |
Let the world’s sharpness like a clasping knife |
XXV |
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne |
XXVI |
I lived with visions for my company |
XXVII |
My own Beloved, who hast lifted me |
XXVIII |
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! |
XXIX |
I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud |
XXX |
I see thine image through my tears to-night |
XXXI |
Thou comest! all is said without a word |
XXXII |
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath |
XXXIII |
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear |
XXXIV |
With the same heart, I said, I’ll answer thee |
XXXV |
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange |
XXXVI |
When we met first and loved, I did not build |
XXXVII |
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make |
XXXVIII |
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed |
XXXIX |
Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace |
XL |
Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! |
XLI |
I thank all who have loved me in their hearts |
XLII |
My future will not copy fair my past |
XLIII |
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways |
XLIV |
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers |