Behold a pupil of the monkish gown, 610.
Behold her, single in the field, 298.
Behold, within the leafy shade, 262.
Beloved Vale! I said, when I shall con, 347.
Beneath the concave of an April sky, 556.
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed, 292.
Beneath yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound,
400.

Be this the chosen site, the virgin sod, 633.
Between two sister moorland rills, 117.
Bishops and Priests, blessèd are ye, if deep, 628.
Black Demons hovering o'er his mitred head,
613.

Bleak season was it, turbulent and wild, 123.
Blest is this Isle our native Land, 636.
Blest Statesman He, whose Mind's unselfish
will, 761.

Bold words affirmed, in days when faith was strong, 711.

Brave Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight, 385.

Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere, 292. Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps, 146.

Broken in fortune, but in mind entire, 713.

Brook and road, 109.

Brook! whose society the Poet seeks, 541.
Bruges I saw attired with golden light, 576.
But Cytherea, studious to invent, 552.

But here no cannon thunders to the gale, 601.
But liberty, and triumphs on the Main, 633.
But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book,
620.

But, to remote Northumbria's royal Hall, 608. But what if One, through grove or flowery mead, 610.

But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord, 616.

By a blest Husband guided, Mary came, 738. By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred, 581.

By Art's bold privilege Warrior and War-horse stand, 766.

By chain yet stronger must the Soul be tied, 630.

By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze, 550.
By playful smiles (alas, too oft, 642.

By such examples moved to unbought pains,

610.

By their floating mill, 343.

By vain affections unenthralled, 642.

Call not the royal Swede unfortunate, 385.
Calm as an under-current, strong to draw, 626.
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel, 3.
Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose, 697.
Calvert! it must not be unheard by them, 351.
Change me, some God, into that breathing rose,
595.

Chatsworth! thy stately mansion, and the pride, 684.

Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream, 299.

Child of the clouds! remote from every taint,

Closing the sacred Book which long has fel, 631.

Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars,345, Coldly we spake. The Saxons, overpowend 612. Come yewho, if (which Heaven avert the Land, 308. Companion! by whose buoyant Spirit cheered 741. Complacent Fictions were they, yet the same 749.

Dark and more dark the shades of evening fel 288.

Darkness surrounds us; seeking, we are lost

605.

Days passed-and Monte Calvo would not clea 750.

Days undefiled by luxury or sloth, 784. Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs, 629.

Dear Child of Nature, let them rail, 327. Dear fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse 575.

Dear native regions, I foretell, 2.

Dear Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould, Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed 708.

Deep is the lamentation! Not alone, 619. Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord 301.

England! the time is come when thou should'st wean, 307.

Enlightened Teacher, gladly from thy hand,

778. Enough! for see, with dim association, 616, Enough of climbing toil!- Ambition treads

559.

Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook, 691.
Enough of rose-bud lips, and eyes, 672.
Ere the Brothers through the gateway, 342.
Ere with cold beads of midnight dew, 643.
Ere yet our course was graced with social trees,

595.

Eternal Lord! eased of a cumbrous load, 756. Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky, 643. Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress, 540. Even as a river, partly (it might seem), 187. Even so for me a Vision sanctified, 741.

Even such the contrast that, where'er we move, 623.

Even while I speak, the sacred roofs of France,

632.

Excuse is needless when with love sincere, 649.

Failing impartial measure to dispense, 760.
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate, 258.
Fair Lady! can I sing of flowers, 781.

Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy; how few, 757.

Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild, 650. Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west, 284.

Fallen, and diffused into a shapeless heap, 600. Fame tells of groves - from England far away,

575.

Fancy, who leads the pastimes of the glad, 653. Farewell, deep Valley, with thy one rude House, 464.

Farewell, thou little nook of mountain-ground, 283.

Far from my dearest friend, 't is mine to rove, 3. Far from our home by Grasmere's quiet Lake, 395.

Father! to God himself we cannot give, 629.
Fear hath a hundred eyes that all agree, 623.
Feel for the wrongs to universal ken, 769.
Festivals have I seen that were not names, 285.
Fit retribution, by the moral code, 763.
Five years have past; five summers, with the
length, 91.

Flattered with promise of escape, 668.

Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale, 303.

Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep,

350.

For action born, existing to be tried. 751. Forbear to deem the Chronicler unwise, 749. For ever hallowed be this morning fair, 607. For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes, 580. Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs, 750.

Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose base, 779.

For thirst of power that Heaven disowns, 788. Forth rushed from Envy sprung and Self-conceit, 761.

For what contend the wise? - for nothing less, 620.

Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein, 740.
From Bolton's old monastic tower, 362.

From early youth I ploughed the restless Main, 713.

From false assumption rose, and, fondly hailed, 614.

From Little down to Least, in due degree, 629. From low to high doth dissolution climb, 632. From Nature doth emotion come, and moods, 212.

From Rite and Ordinance abused they fled, 627. From Stirling Castle we had seen, 301.

From that time forth, Authority in France,

202.

From the Baptismal hour, thro' weal and woe, 631.

From the dark chambers of dejection freed,

534.

From the fierce aspect of this River, throwing, 578.

From the Pier's head, musing, and with increase, 590.

From this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play, 597.

Frowns are on every Muse's face, 648.

Furl we the sails, and pass with tardy oars, 615.

Genins of Raphael! if thy wings, 659.
Giordano, verily thy Pencil's skill, 787.
Glad sight wherever new with old, 782.
Glide gently, thus for ever glide, 9.

Glory to God! and to the Power who came, 635.
Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes, 653.
Go, faithful Portrait ! and where long hath knelt,
700.

Grant, that by this unsparing hurricane, 620. Grateful is Sleep, my life in stone bound fast, 350.

Great men have been among us; hands that penned, 287.

Greta, what fearful listening! when huge stones,

Hail, Virgin Queen! o'er many an envious bar, 622.

Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye, 384. Happy the feeling from the bosom thrown, 649. Hard task! exclaim the undisciplined, to lean, 758.

Hark! 't is the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest, 759.

Harmonious Powers with Nature work, 768. Harp! couldst thou venture, on thy boldest string, 624.

Hast thou seen, with flash incessant, 566.

Hast thou then survived, 315.

Haydon! let worthier judges praise the skill, 698.

Here closed the Tenant of that lonely vale, 448. Here Man more purely lives, less oft doth fall, 614.

Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more, 286.

Here on their knees men swore: the stones were black, 718.

Here pause; the poet claims at least this praise, 393.

Here stood an Oak, that long had borne affixed, 694.

Here, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing, 779.

Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, 79.

Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat, 649. High bliss is only for a higher state," 647. High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you, 356.

High in the breathless hall the Minstrel sate, 359.

High is our calling, Friend! - Creative Art, 534.

High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down, 771.

High on her speculative tower, 584.

His simple truths did Andrew glean, 252.
Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are, 622,
Homeward we turn. Isle of Columba's Cell,
718.

Hope rules a land for ever green, 657.

Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, 717. Hopes, what are they? - Beads of morning, 565. How art thou named? In search of what strange land, 640.

How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high,

787.

How beautiful, when up a lofty height, 773. How beautiful your presence, how benign, 609. How blest the Maid whose heart-yet free, 585.

How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright, 538.

How disappeared he? Ask the newt and toad, 692.

How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled, 621.
How profitless the relics that we cull, 695.
How richly glows the water's breast, 9.
How rich that forehead's calm expanse, 638.
How sad a welcome! To each voyager, 717.
How shall I paint thee? Be this naked stone,
594.

I grieved for Buonaparté, with a vain, E.
I hate that Andrew Jones; he'll breed,
I have a boy of five years old, 74.
I heard (alas! 't was only in a dream
I heard a thousand blended notes, el.
I know an aged Man constrained to dead
I listen but no faculty of mine, 581.
Imagination- ne'er before content, 544

I marvel how Nature could ever find spea. La
I met Louisa in the shade, 326.
Immured in Bothwell's towers, at tina s
Brave, 692.

In Bruges town is many a street, 663.
In days of yore how fortunately fared, 421
In desultory walk through orchard g
767.

In distant countries have I been, 85.
In due observance of an ancient rite,
Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood. 27.
Inmate of a mountain-dwelling, 556.
In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud,
In one of those excursions (may they nee
Intent on gathering wool from hedge and ban

766.

In these fair vales hath many a Tree, 62
In the sweet shire of Cardigan, 80.
In this still place, remote from men, 298,
In trellised shed with clustering roses raj. E
Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you, 31.
In youth from rock to rock I went, 20
I rose while yet the cattle, heat-opprest. L
I saw a Mother's eye intensely bent, 69.
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk,

I saw far off the dark top of a Pine, 748.
I saw the figure of a lovely Maid, 624.
Is Death, when evil against good has fough
762.

I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold, 294.
Is it a reed that 's shaken by the wind. 4
Is then no nook of English ground secure,
Is then the final page before me spread, 21
Is there a power that can sustain and cheer.
Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill, 748.
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guà

601.

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free. 8 It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath for

293.

It is not to be thought of that the Flood,
It is the first mild day of March, 82.
I travelled among unknown men, 112.
It seems a day, 111.

It was a beautiful and silent day, 194.
It was a dreary morning when the wheels,
It was a moral end for which they fought,
It was an April morning: fresh and clear. 2
I've watched you now a full half-hour, 27
I wandered lonely as a cloud, 311.

I was thy neighbour once, thou ragged Pile.
I watch, and long have watched, with a
regret, 571.

I, who accompanied with faithful pace, 604.

Let

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Jesu! bless our slender Boat, 578. Jones! as from Calais southward you and I, 285.

Just as those final words were penned, the sun broke out in power, 771.

Keep for the young the impassioned smile, 602.

Lady! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard, 731.
Lady! I rifled a Parnassian Cave, 574.
Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove,

358.

Lament for Diocletian's fiery sword, 605. Lance, shield, and sword relinquished

side, 609.

at his

Last night, without a voice, that Vision spake, 624.

Let other bards of angels sing, 638.
Let thy wheel-barrow alone, 117.
Let us quit the leafy arbour. 560.

Lie here, without a record of thy worth, 322. Life with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun, 759.

Like a shipwrecked Sailor tost, 702.

List, the winds of March are blowing, 702. List't was the Cuckoo. -O with what delight, 751.

List, ye who pass by Lyulph's Tower, 722.
Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape, 590.
Lone Flower hemmed in with snows, and white
as they, 569.

Long-favoured England! be not thou misled, 770.

Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn, 749.

Long time have human ignorance and guilt, 207.

Long time his pulse hath ceased to beat, 115.
Lonsdale ! it were unworthy of a Guest, 721.
Look at the fate of summer flowers, 639.
Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid,
385.

Lord of the Vale! astounding Flood, 530.
Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up, 352.
Loving she is, and tractable, though wild, 392.
Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like
trance, 770.

Lo! where the Moon along the sky, 758.
Lowther! in thy majestic Pile are seen, 721.
Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells, 589.
Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live,
774.

Man's life is like a Sparrow, mighty King, 608. Mark how the feathered tenants of the flood, 401.

Mark the concentred hazels that enclose, 540. Meek Virgin Mother, more benign, 580.

Men of the Western World! in Fate's dark book, 770.

Men who have ceased to reverence, soon defy, 623.

Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road, 605.

Methinks that I could trip o'er heaviest soil, 622.

Methinks that to some vacant hermitage, 609.

Methinks 't were no unprecedented feat, 599. Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne, 351. 'Mid crowded obelisks and urns, 296. Mid-noon is past; upon the sultry mead, 599. Milton thou shouldst be living at this hour, 287.

Mine ear has rung, my spirit sunk subdued, 633.

Miserrimus! and neither name nor date, 669. Monastic Domes! following my downward way, 632.

Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes, 724. Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost, 619. Motions and Means, on land and sea at war, 721.

My frame hath often trembled with delight, 598. My heart leaps up when I behold, 277.

Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands, 31.

Near Anio's stream, I spied a gentle Dove, 750.
Never enlivened with the liveliest ray, 783.
Next morning Troilus began to clear, 271.
No fiction was it of the antique age, 596.
No more: the end is sudden and abrupt, 695.
No mortal object did these eyes behold, 351.
No record tells of lance opposed to lance, 600.
Nor can I not believe but that hereby, 347.
Nor scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend,
608.

Nor shall the eternal roll of praise reject, 625.
Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid, 607.
Not a breath of air, 774.

Not envying Latian shades- if yet they throw, 593.

Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep, 601. Not in the lucid intervals of life, 725.

Not in the mines beyond the western main, 723. Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly, 578. Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell, 638.

Not 'mid the world's vain objects that enslave, 382.

Not sedentary all: there are who roam, 610.
Not seldom, clad in radiant vest, 566.

Not so that Pair whose youthful spirits dance, 596.

Not the whole warbling grove, in concert heard,

651.

Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew, 715.
Not to the object specially designed, 762.
Not utterly unworthy to endure, 619.
Not without heavy grief of heart did He, 391.
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright,
403.

Now that the farewell tear is dried, 583.
Now we are tired of boisterous joy, 303.
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
765.

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, 346.

Oak of Guernica! Tree of holier power, 387.
O blithe New-comer! I have heard, 310.
O dearer far than light and life are dear, 638.
O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain,
384.

O'erweening Statesmen have full long relied,
388.

O Flower of all that springs from gentle blood,
390.

Of mortal parents is the Hero born, 383.

O Friend! I know not which way I must look,

287.

Oft have I caught, upon a fitful breeze, 715.
Oft have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my
cheek, 649.

Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, 118.

Oft is the medal faithful to its trust, 400.
Oft, through thy fair domains, illustrious peer,
410.

O for a dirge! But why complain, 641.
O for the help of Angels to complete, 577.
O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee, 349.
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus, 327.
Oh, for a kindling touch from thy pure flame,

551.

Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy, 340.
Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, 124.
Oh, what a Wreck! how changed in mien and
speech, 760.

Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter,
77.

O Life! without thy chequered scene, 579.
O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously (quoth
she), 263.

O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot,
597.

Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee, 285.
Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky), 645.
Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned, 276.
Once more the Church is seized with sudden
fear, 617.

Once on the top of Tynwald's formal mound,
714.

Once to the verge of yon steep barrier came,
222.

One might believe that natural miseries, 306.
One morning (raw it was and wet, 274.
One who was suffering tumult in his soul, 567.
On his morning rounds the Master, 321.
O Nightingale! thou surely art, 358.

On, loitering Muse the swift Stream chides us
-on, 596.

On Nature's invitation do we come, 123.

O now that the genius of Bewick were mine,
259.

On to Iona! - What can she afford, 717.
Open your gates, ye everlasting Piles, 634.
O thou who movest onward with a mind, 289.
O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought,

290.

Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine,
763.

Our walk was far among the ancient trees, 250.
Outstretching flame-ward his upbraided hand,
621.

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, 279,

Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep,

or and Patriot !-at whose bidding rise,
with Apostolic light, 627.

Pause, courteous Spirit! - Balbi supplicates,
391.

Pause, Traveller! whosoe'er thou be, 565
Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side, 22,
People! your chains are severing link by link,
689.

Perhaps some needful service of the State,"
Pleasures newly found are sweet, 280.
Portentous change when History can appear,
769.

Praised be the Art whose subtle power could
stay, 399.

Praised be the Rivers, from their mountain
springs, 616.

Prejudged by foes determined not to spare,
Presentiments! they judge not right, 682.
Prompt transformation works the novel Lar
608.

Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of
old, 779.

Pure element of waters! wheresoe'er, 567.

Queen of the stars! so gentle, so benign, 733.

Ranging the heights of Scawfell or Black S
comb, 711.

Rapt above earth by power of one fair face,
756.

Realms quake by turns: proud Arbitress of
grace, 613.

Record we too, with just and faithful pen, 614.
Redoubted King, of courage leonine, 612
Reluctant call it was; the rite delayed, 699.
Rest, rest, perturbed Earth, 546.
Return, Content! for fondly I pursued, 509.
Rise! they have risen: of brave Aneurin ask.
606.

Rotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was gray,

652.

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