Let none judge us rashly - "Address to St. Andrews"
Or the zealots who sung them - "Address to St. Andrews"
Give zest to the cheer - "Address to St. Andrews"
On the wild wing of thought - "Addressed to a Friend"
With pure spirits in regions of light - "Addressed to a Friend"
To court the kindred gloom - "Addressed to a Young Lady"
She walked on the edge of the steep - "Agnes and the Merman" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Never a better the Queen might wear - "Agnes and the Merman" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
His eyes are two keen blades - "Alain the Fox" (translated by F.G. Fleay)
Making sharp their arms of terror - "Alain the Fox" (translated by F.G. Fleay)
They sang words without falsehood - "Alexander the Great"
The earth that rides upon his neck - "Alexander the Great"
Gave the strain to wild despair - "The Alter'd Lay"
Too young to own the flame - "The Alter'd Lay"
Soft pity's sorrowing look - "The Alter'd Lay"
Nine tailors with their shears - "American Parody of Swinburne's 'The Creation of Man'"
And wrought with prophetic passion - "American Parody of Swinburne's 'The Creation of Man'"
Through moor, and moss, and many a mire - "Annan Water"
A glorious crown adorns - "Antiphon" transl. by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices
While endless ages run - "Apolutikion" transl. by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices
And Sorrow usurps her control - "Apostrophe to Health" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)
Where grateful thistles bloom - "As-cription"
The stinging brood of scorn - "As-cription"
Pheasants flew down from the rafters - "At Fifteen I Went Off to the Army" transl. by Burton Watson
To bear the red rose company - "Babylon"
And gold in the earth below - anonymous? "The Ballad of Meikle-Mouthed Meg"
By arriving has finished - Anonymous "Bed"
Bring us in no bacon - "Bring Us in Good Ale"
None but my foe to be my guide - Anonymous "Burd Helen"
Drew from an alien fire - "By Proxy" [anonymous in Oxford Poetry, 1918]
Dashed upon its bed of stone - "The Cascade"
Mingled in sweet symphony - "The Cascade"
Winter had thrown his icy chain - "The Cascade"
A wooden cradle that rocks on the mould - "The Cherry Tree Carol"
The sun and the moon shall uprise with me - "The Cherry Tree Carol"
Your wicked minds requite - "The Children in the Wood"
The fire and the water agree - "Cobbe's Prophecies"
The blasted trees will not wither - "Cobbe's Prophecies"
With a minstrel standing by - "Come Lasses and Lads"
And played for ale and cakes - "Come Lasses and Lads"
And bound themselves, by kisses twelve - "Come Lasses and Lads"
At so proud an altitude - "Contentment"
Altitude on Fortune's ladder - "Contentment"
Multiplied beyond the reach of numbers - "The Coral Island" [The Mirror of Literature v.10, no.279 (20 October 1827)]
Which out of water brought forth solid rock - "The Coral Island" [The Mirror of Literature v.10, no.279 (20 October 1827)]
Keeps no record of wrongs - 1 Corinthians 13:1-13
To Pluto's realms steering - "The Corsair"
Old Neptune's silent builder - "The Corsair"
Where Night her starlight pours - "The Corsair"
Clamorous as a raven - "The Corsair"
You can harvest the bitter tomato - "Counsel to a Bridegroom" transl. from Mandinka by Bala Saho
Do not touch her roots - "Counsel to a Bridegroom" transl. from Mandinka by Bala Saho
Must have the tomb for rest - "The Cross by the Way (Kroaz ann Hent)" (Translation by Tom Taylor)
Blood, wine, and glee - "The Dance of the Sword" (Translated by Tom Taylor)
Oak, earth and waves - "The Dance of the Sword" (Translated by Tom Taylor)
Battle, dance, and song - "The Dance of the Sword" (Translated by Tom Taylor)
Song of the blue steel - "The Dance of the Sword" (Translated by Tom Taylor)
Cross the paper waves and printed sands - "Datasonnet for Prince Giolo" [
http://strangehorizons.com/poetry/datasonnet-for-prince-giolo/ ]
To charge a royal copper from your hands - "Datasonnet for Prince Giolo" [
http://strangehorizons.com/poetry/datasonnet-for-prince-giolo/ ]
My ghost defies them yet - "Datasonnet for Prince Giolo" [
http://strangehorizons.com/poetry/datasonnet-for-prince-giolo/ ]
That wakes not for our weeping - "Deirdre's Lament for the Sons of Usnach" (Translated by Sir Samuel Ferguson)
Alone enchant the heaven - "Deirdre's Lament for the Sons of Usnach" (Translated by Sir Samuel Ferguson)
Never so rash a steersman - "The Drowning of John Remorsson"
To loose a link never made - "Eadwacer" transl. from Old English by Kemp Malone
Snares he set on every path - "The Enchanted Maiden" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
So hot the hounds went on her trail - "The Enchanted Maiden" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
And my seven maidens as seven wolves - "The Enchanted Maiden" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
And a golden band about my neck - anonymous? "The Famous Flower of Serving-Men"
With a silver rapier by my side - anonymous? "The Famous Flower of Serving-Men"
Upon her head a crown of gold - anonymous? "The Famous Flower of Serving-Men"
Faster and fiercer rolls the tide - an anonymous Cherokee "[Faster and fiercer rolls the tide]" published in the
Cherokee Advocate in 1871 (per
Changing Is Not Vanishing)
That follows on our track - an anonymous Cherokee "[Faster and fiercer rolls the tide]" published in the
Cherokee Advocate in 1871 (per
Changing Is Not Vanishing)
Why extinction is our doom - an anonymous Cherokee "[Faster and fiercer rolls the tide]" published in the
Cherokee Advocate in 1871 (per
Changing Is Not Vanishing)
No voices speak our name - an anonymous Cherokee "[Faster and fiercer rolls the tide]" published in the
Cherokee Advocate in 1871 (per
Changing Is Not Vanishing)
If I laughed when the crocodile died - "Father William" [but not the Lewis Carroll version]
The source of dreams by night - "The First Hole at St. Andrews on a Crowded Day"
The unrivall'd Falstaff of the ground - "The First Hole at St. Andrews on a Crowded Day"
Round all the scarlet ring - "The First Hole at St. Andrews on a Crowded Day"
Displays the greatest art - "The First Hole at St. Andrews on a Crowded Day"
The fort over against the oak-wood - "The Fort of Rathangan"
The fort remains after each in his turn - "The Fort of Rathangan"
And the kings asleep in the ground - "The Fort of Rathangan"
That shines like twisted sunlight - "Frangipanni"
Sink into my soul's eclipse - "Frangipanni"
No garland for this aching head - "Frangipanni"
When first the dice of gold upon the board did run - "The Game of Dice" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
And I will wager my golden crown - "The Game of Dice" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Now for the match that I must make - "The Game of Dice" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Without rancour or spleen - "The Golfer's Garland"
And bloodless the laurels we reap - "The Golfer's Garland"
And forget to grow old - "The Golfer's Garland"
To crown our devotion - "The Golfer's Garland"
Brought coin and bustle - "The Golfiad"
With choicest skill and grace - "The Golfiad"
Our tools were useless all - "The Golfiad"
So now the match is square - "The Golfiad"
Keep foreign foes in awe - "Golfing Song"
Gathered ghosts, wise and foolish - "The Graveyard" transl. by Burton Watson
Allows not a moment of lingering - "The Graveyard" transl. by Burton Watson
Ever her needle is in her mouth - "Havbor and Signelil" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
And ever she drains the goblet out - "Havbor and Signelil" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Thy bulwarks diamonds square - Anonymous "The Heavenly Jerusalem"
None but my foe to be my guide - "Helen of Kirconnell"
And I am weary of the skies - "Helen of Kirconnell"
But the battle is raging northward - "Holger Danske and Stout Didrik" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
And he is crowned with the red, red gold - "Holger Danske and Stout Didrik" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Scarce a tithe of all that host that won back home again - "Holger Danske and Stout Didrik" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Gone hunting to bring his deer to bay - "The Hunt Is Up"
And the merry horn wakes up the morn - "The Hunt Is Up"
With golden dyes are glowing all around - "The Hunt Is Up"
Many are the keepsakes that she's sent me - "I Have a Young Sister"
Without longing in my mind - "I Have a Young Sister"
The winds at our command - "In Hebrid Seas" (Translation by Thomas Pattison)
Tore away its ancient root - "In Hebrid Seas" (Translation by Thomas Pattison)
And laughed against the red - "In Hebrid Seas" (Translation by Thomas Pattison)
We had no other music - "In Hebrid Seas" (Translation by Thomas Pattison)
Where the waters yawn - "Hirmos" transl. by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices
And cruel monsters grin - "Hirmos" transl. by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices
The mingled wine and brine - "Indifference"
And all my sorrow lie with thee - anonymous? "Kemp Owyne"
Bright windows of the sky - Anonymous "Kindness to Animals"
Tied up her sleeves with ribbons of silk - "King Erik and the Scornful Maid" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
And therefore the land lies in peril - "The King-Slaying in Finderup, 1285" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
They watched thro' time and tide - "The King-Slaying in Finderup, 1285" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Fire and food in the royal court - "The King-Slaying in Finderup, 1285" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Over three kingdoms my father was King - "The Knavish Merman" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Fifty fathom they sank to ground - "The Knavish Merman" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
That warps about the stone - anonymous? "The Laidley Worm o' Spindleston-Heughs"
Death behind his back - "The Lament of Queen Maev" (Translation by T.W. Rolleston)
Terror went before him - "The Lament of Queen Maev" (Translation by T.W. Rolleston)
The sun's chariot yet keeps its azure track - "The Last Song" translated from German, no translator credited [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
As skies shall nourish the thunderbolt and gale - "The Last Song" translated from German, no translator credited [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Where the deep Mississippi meanders - "Lines to Miss Florence Huntingdon"
Though unmentioned in geography - "Lines to Miss Florence Huntingdon"
Quaff the most sparkling of water - "Lines to Miss Florence Huntingdon"
With his merry men well weaponed in steel - "The Long Ballad of Sir Marsk Stig (Extract)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
A small greyhound run down both hart and hind - "The Long Ballad of Sir Marsk Stig (Extract)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Not to be won with engine of war - "The Long Ballad of Sir Marsk Stig (Extract)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
The King in vain laid siege thereto - "The Long Ballad of Sir Marsk Stig (Extract)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
I'd scale the walls of hell - "Lost Love"
Nor for any outward part - "Love Not Me for Comely Grace"
Not a spider in the sky - "A Love-Song by a Lunatic"
As flies run up the window pane - "A Love-Song by a Lunatic"
Under the fountains and under the graves - Anonymous "Love's Enterprise"
No space for receipt of a fly - Anonymous "Love's Enterprise"
Set a thousand guards upon her - Anonymous "Love's Enterprise"
You may inveigle the phoenix - Anonymous "Love's Enterprise"
Bind on your helms of the burning gold - "Lovel and John" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Sorrow and care shall he have with me - "Lovel and John" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
To smooth so rough a path - Anonymous "Loyalty Confined"
From me what adamant can part - Anonymous "Loyalty Confined"
Alone can captivate my mind - Anonymous "Loyalty Confined"
Oxen and kine they drive abroad - "The Maiden at the Thing" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
And the branches bowed beneath my foot - "The Maiden's Morning Dream" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
My seven brief hours of mortal life - "Midges in the Sunshine"
As I danced in the flickering sunshine - "Midges in the Sunshine"
Where's the money to come from - "Milking Pails"
Sell my father's feather bed - "Milking Pails"
Suppose the boat should be upset - "Milking Pails"
Like a drowsy buttercup - "The Moon Is Up"
And love forget it not - "The Moon's Pale Ray"
The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran - anonymous? "The More Modern Ballad of Chevy-Chase"
Whose armour shone like gold - anonymous? "The More Modern Ballad of Chevy-Chase"
The grey goose winge that was there-on - anonymous? "The More Modern Ballad of Chevy-Chase"
Who announces the ages of the moon - "The Mystery of Amergin" (translated by Dr Douglas Hyde)
In beggars as in kings - Anonymous "Natural Comparisons with Perfect Love"
The turtles cannot sing - Anonymous "Natural Comparisons with Perfect Love"
Who have traveled the same road - "The Ne'er Digressing Quartette"
That offer wary windmills to the Rich - "Nonsense"
Grow from geese to swans - "Nonsense"
Made friends in a left-handed trance - "Nonsense"
Under the sky of brightness - "Oghuzname Epic" transl. by Aziz Isa Elken
Our iron spears will be a forest - "Oghuzname Epic" transl. by Aziz Isa Elken
The sun will be our flag - "Oghuzname Epic" transl. by Aziz Isa Elken
Have fulfilled my debt to Heaven - "Oghuzname Epic" transl. by Aziz Isa Elken
He promised he'd buy me a fairing - "Oh! Dear!"
And both their shields were shattered there - "Oh, Seventy-Seven Twice-Told Were They" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Danced with oak-tree in his belt - "Oh, Seventy-Seven Twice-Told Were They" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Put on your charm of gold - "Old May Song"
Be not in pride offended - "Old May Song"
Barren of every glorious theme - Anon. "On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America"
Banished to the ivy tree - "Once"
With a comb and a glass in her hand - "One Friday Morn"
Add light to Phoebus' eyes - Anonymous "A Pagan Epitaph"
Follies all fetched afar - "A Poet's Valentine" (parody of Swinburne's "The Creation of Man")
Jokes that jingle and jar - "A Poet's Valentine" (parody of Swinburne's "The Creation of Man")
No we send hampers of honey - "A Poet's Valentine" (parody of Swinburne's "The Creation of Man")
My naked feet I've torn - "The Poor Clerk (Ar C'Hloarek Paour)" (Translated by Tom Taylor)
Through field and brake of thorn - "The Poor Clerk (Ar C'Hloarek Paour)" (Translated by Tom Taylor)
The lily newly opened - "The Poor Clerk (Ar C'Hloarek Paour)" (Translated by Tom Taylor)
Let it be hail, rain, freeze or snow - "Poor Old Horse"
To the huntsman let him go - "Poor Old Horse"
An a white scarf he did wear - anonymous? "Proud Lady Margaret"
Close all the havens with iron bands - "Queen Bengerd" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Hut of wood and hingeless door - "Queen Bengerd" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Now bid the peasant pay no tax - "Queen Dagmar's Bridal, 1205" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Hoisted up their sails of silk all on the golden mast - "Queen Dagmar's Bridal, 1205" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Loose every captive from his irons - "Queen Dagmar's Bridal, 1205" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
And tax not the peasant's plough - "Queen Dagmar's Bridal, 1205" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Each hour a pearl - Anon. "The Rosary"
A heart in absence wrong - Anon. "The Rosary"
Rosy apple, lemon, or pear - "Rosy Apple, Lemon, or Pear"
Bunch of roses she shall wear - "Rosy Apple, Lemon, or Pear"
Gold and silver by her side - "Rosy Apple, Lemon, or Pear"
On royal meats I've fed - anonymous? "The Royal Court"
Enamelled bright with flowers of every sort - anonymous? "The Royal Court"
His table is bedecked with moss - anonymous? "The Royal Court"
Without tapers they may give a light - "A Royal Guest"
We entertain Him always like a stranger - "A Royal Guest"
Those delicate wanderers - "Sacrifice"
In miracles of fire - "Sacrifice"
The silence of the height - "Sacrifice"
Lead to the soul's desire - "Sacrifice"
Upon the silent face of a dark dial in a sunless place - "The Sea of Death"
Soon lost for new love - Anonymous "The Shepherds Farewell"
Where was blossom hangs a berry - "Silly Sweetheart"
Where was darkness shines a moon - "Silly Sweetheart"
And we both rode off together - "Sledburn Fair"
Washed over with champagne - "Song" from Poems on Golf by the Edinburgh Burgess Golfing Society
Like giants flushed with wing - "Song" from Poems on Golf by the Edinburgh Burgess Golfing Society
Shall yet within my heart remain - "Song [Each gentle word thy lip imparts]" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
We have brought you a bunch of May - "Song of the Mayers"
Upon branches of a thousand blossoms - "The Song of the Thrush"
The bard of the leaves - "The Song of the Thrush"
From the bitter wind gets grief - "A Song of Winter"
The old egg of my desire - "Sonnet Found in a Deserted Mad House"
Full of mirth and cheese - "Sonnet Found in a Deserted Mad House"
Spoken by mournful mouths - "Sonnet Found in a Deserted Mad House"
Was made in necessity blameless - "The Soul (From 'The Black Book of Caermarthen.')" (translated by ??)
With seven created beings - "The Soul (From 'The Black Book of Caermarthen.')" (translated by ??)
And grief could not reach me - "The Soul (From 'The Black Book of Caermarthen.')" (translated by ??)
Tell Zeal it wants devotion - Anonymous "The Soul's Errand"
No stab the soul can kill - Anonymous "The Soul's Errand"
Though ache and exhaustion wrapped me - "Southeast the Peacock Flies" transl. by Burton Watson
Her tears falling in a hundred streams - "Southeast the Peacock Flies" transl. by Burton Watson
With tempers as violent as thunder - "Southeast the Peacock Flies" transl. by Burton Watson
Souls bound by a single longing - "Southeast the Peacock Flies" transl. by Burton Watson
Steals the soul with her song - "Stanzas"
To eat the bread of strife - "Sticheron Idiomelon" transl. by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices
To fill the mouths of hungry souls - "Stool-Ball"
Much time is wasted now away - "Stool-Ball"
Where Anubis was at his side - "The Story of Pyramid Thothmes"
In one rich embassy of gold - "The Summer"
More powerful than a hundred - "The Tercets of Llywarc'h"
Heaven is higher nor the tree - "There Was a Knight"
Hell is deeper nor the sea - "There Was a Knight"
Hunger is sharper nor a thorn - "There Was a Knight"
Tortoiseshell hairpins with a pair of pearls - "There's Someone I Think Of" transl. by Burton Watson
And fling the ashes to the wind - "There's Someone I Think Of" transl. by Burton Watson
Fine food for the crows - "They Fought South of the Wall" transl. by Burton Watson
Rushes and reed banks cluster darkly - "They Fought South of the Wall" transl. by Burton Watson
Ploughed it with a ram's horn - "Three Acres of Land"
To revel on time without end - "The Three Expectants" transl. by George Borrow
Cannot bide your flattering tongue - "Three Knights from Spain"
Together, intertwined, one enemy - "Three Poetry Fragments Unearthed at Turpan Bezeklik" transl. by Dolkun Kamberi and Jeffrey Yang
What knowledge you seek - "Three Poetry Fragments Unearthed at Turpan Bezeklik" transl. by Dolkun Kamberi and Jeffrey Yang
Buckle on my spirit's skate - "Thy Heart"
The crystal song of the woodbine - "'Tis Sweet to Roam"
Hushes the rocks to sleep - "'Tis Sweet to Roam"
Bathed in a crumbling dew - "'Tis Sweet to Roam"
O'er my peacock's shattered plumes - "To the Fox"
Sentinel of the morning light - "To the Lark"
My rapt delusion greet - "To the Mocking-Bird"
To teach Omnipotence - "To the Mocking-Bird"
At midnight there are no voices - "Tzu-yeh Songs" transl. by Burton Watson
At every seam red gold shone through - "Valdemar and Tove (A)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Of eleven maidens the handiwork - "Valdemar and Tove (A)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
The King himself bore up the bier - "Valdemar and Tove (A)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Burst the door with rage and wrath - "Valdemar and Tove (B)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Of mercy in the last day - "The Vision of Seth" (Translated by Edwin Norris)
Even into hell descending - "The Vision of Seth" (Translated by Edwin Norris)
When the sullen sky stoops with its weight of terror - "Watchword" [The Continental Monthly, v.1, no.2, February 1862]
When the Devil goes blind - anonymous song title "We'll All Go To Heaven When the Devil Goes Blind"
Where melancholy Sulphur holds her sway - "Where Avalanches Wail"
Dancing in the meteor's hall of power - "Where Avalanches Wail"
Every sense and scene of joy - "Where Is the Spirit World?" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)
Intimate connections between our world and heaven - "Where Is the Spirit World?" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)
I wish the wind may never cease - "The Wife of Usher's Well"
Harbouring ill under a blithe bearing - "Wife's Lament" transl. from Old English by Kemp Malone
Hard in his heart's thought - "Wife's Lament" transl. from Old English by Kemp Malone
And gray winds hunt the foam - "The Wives of Brixham"
Fiercer in the twilight - "The Wives of Brixham"
Who work in wind and foam - "The Wives of Brixham"
That travels like light upon her sails - "The Wives of Brixham"
And never rest shalt know - "Young Svejdal" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Till the marble-stone was rent and riven - "Young Svejdal" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Cleanse with the burning log of oak - "Yule-Tide Fires"
Host of stars - Anonymous Chinese poem
Roses fall, but the thorns remain - Anonymous Dutch proverb (I can't find a firmer source for this)
Clothing made of cold earthen clay - (Anonymous) Traditional English song collected by Cecil Sharp
A score of hearts will show - Anon. [Untitled]
The test of the heart is trouble - Anon. [Untitled]
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