Chapter 43

In the dome of my Sires as the clear moonbeam falls (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 27

In the valley of waters we wept on the day (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 404

In the year since Jesus died for men (_Siege of Corinth_), iii. 449

In thee, I fondly hop'd to clasp (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 7

In this belovéd marble view (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 536

Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child? (_Childe Harold_, Canto III.), ii. 215

It is the hour when from the boughs (_Parisina_), iii. 505

It seems that the Braziers propose soon to pass (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 72

Kind Reader! take your choice to cry or laugh (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 11

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle (_Bride of Abydos_, Canto I.), iii. 157

Lady! if the cold and cloudy clime (_Prophecy of Dante_, Dedication),