INDEX OF FIRST LINES
No.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough . . . . 705
A celuy que pluys eyme en . . . . . 6 (i)
A child’s a plaything for an hour . . . . . 525
A! Fredome is a noble thing . . . . . . 13
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! . . . . 800
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies . . . . 854
A plenteous place is Ireland for hospitable cheer . . . 721
A rose, as fair as ever saw the North . . . . 250
A rose for a young head . . . . . . . 952
A slumber did my spirit seal . . . . . . 533
A soun tres chere et special . . . . . . 6 (ii)
A star is gone! a star is gone! . . . . . 651
A street there is in Paris famous . . . . . 723
A sudden wakin’, a sudden weepin’ . . . . . 892
A sunny shaft did I behold . . . . . . 568
A sweet disorder in the dress . . . . . . 266
A weary lot is thine, fair maid . . . . . . 559
A wind sways the pines . . . . . . . 787
Abou ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) . . . . 598
About the little chambers of my heart . . . . 886
Above yon sombre swell of land . . . . . 681
Absent from thee, I languish still . . . . . 424
Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint . . . . . 288
Adieu, farewell earth’s bliss! . . . . . . 177
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever . . . . . 513
Ah, Chloris! that I now could sit . . . . . 421
Ah! were she pitiful as she is fair . . . . . 115
Ah, what avails the sceptred race . . . . . 572
Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me . . . . . 695
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon . . . . . . 748
Alexis, here she stay’d, among these pines . . . . 236
All holy influences dwell within . . . . . 609
All in the April morning . . . . . . 893
All is best, though we oft doubt . . . . . 333
All my past life is mine no more . . . . . 425
All Nature seems at work Slugs leave their lair . . . 567
All’s over, then does truth sound bitter . . . . 735
All the flowers of the spring . . . . . . . 227
All the words that I utter . . . . . . . 901
All thoughts, all passions, all delights . . . . 564
All under the leaves and the leaves of life . . . . 392
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