Here, oh, here : 
Hic sinu fessum caput hospitali : 
His face was like a snake’s—­wrinkled and loose : 
Honey from silkworms who can gather : 
Hopes, that swell in youthful breasts : 
How eloquent are eyes : 
How, my dear Mary,—­are you critic-bitten : 
How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner : 
How sweet it is to sit and read the tales : 
How swiftly through Heaven’s wide expanse : 
How wonderful is Death : 
How wonderful is Death : 

I am afraid these verses will not please you, but : 
I am as a spirit who has dwelt : 
I am drunk with the honey wine : 
I arise from dreams of thee : 
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers : 
I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way : 
I dreamed that Milton’s spirit rose, and took : 
I faint, I perish with my love!  I grow : 
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden : 
I hated thee, fallen tyrant!  I did groan : 
I love thee, Baby! for thine own sweet sake : 
I loved—­alas! our life is love : 
I met a traveller from an antique land : 
I mourn Adonis dead—­loveliest Adonis : 
I pant for the music which is divine : 
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo : 
I sate beside a sage’s bed : 
I sate beside the Steersman then, and gazing : 
I sing the glorious Power with azure eyes : 
I stood upon a heaven-cleaving turret : 
I stood within the City disinterred : 
I weep for Adonais—­he is dead’ : 
I went into the deserts of dim sleep : 
I would not be a king—­enough : 
If gibbets, axes, confiscations, chains : 
If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill : 
If I walk in Autumn’s even : 
In the cave which wild weeds cover : 
In the sweet solitude of this calm place : 
Inter marmoreas Leonorae pendula colles : 
Is it that in some brighter sphere : 
Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He : 
Is not to-day enough?  Why do I peer : 
It is not blasphemy to hope that Heaven : 
It is the day when all the sons of God : 
It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky : 
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon : 

Kissing Helena, together : 

Let there be light! said Liberty : 
Let those who pine in pride or in revenge : 
Life of Life! thy lips enkindle : 
Lift not the painted veil which those who live : 
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead : 
Listen, listen, Mary mine : 
Lo, Peter in Hell’s Grosvenor Square : 

Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me : 
Maiden, quench the glare of sorrow : 
Many a green isle needs must be : 
Melodious Arethusa, o’er my verse : 
Men of England, wherefore plough : 
Methought I was a billow in the crowd : 
Mighty eagle! thou that soarest : 
Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed : 
Monarch of Gods and Daemons, and all Spirits : 
Month after month the gathered rains descend : 
Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale : 
Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite :