Shame on this faithless heart! that could al- She dwelt among the untrodden ways, 112. Shun not this Rite, neglected, yea abhorred, 631. Six months to six years added he remained, 741. 308. Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played, Son of my buried Son, while thus thy hand, Soon did the Almighty Giver of all rest, 398. Stay, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs, Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, 768. Stay near me do not take thy flight, 276. Surprised by joy - impatient as the Wind, 541. Take, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take, Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, 634. That happy gleam of vernal eyes, 659. That heresies should strike (if truth be scanned, That is work of waste and ruin, 279. The Baptist might have been ordained to cry, The Bard-whose soul is meek as dawning - The captive Bird was gone; to cliff or moor, 715. The cattle crowding round this beverage clear, The cock is crowing, 278. The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love, 768. The embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine, The encircling ground in native turf arrayed, The fairest, brightest hues of ether fade, 539. The floods are roused, and will not soon be The forest huge of ancient Caledon, 693. The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains, The God of Love - ah, benedicite! 266. The Land we from our fathers had in trust, The leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned The leaves were fading when to Esthwaite's The linnet's warble, sinking towards a close, 725. The little hedgerow birds, 96. The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek), The Lovers took within this ancient grove, 694. The Minstrels played their Christmas tune, The most alluring clouds that mount the sky, The old inventive Poets, had they seen, 598. The peace which others seek they find, 313. The post-boy drove with fierce career, 274. There are no colours in the fairest sky, 625. There is a change- and I am poor, 343. There is a Thorn - it looks so old, 75. "There!" said a Stripling, pointing with meet There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and There's more in words than I can teach, 698. There's something in a flying horse, 97. There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs, There was a roaring in the wind all night, 280. The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die, 761. These times strike monied worldings with dis- These Tourists, Heaven preserve us! needs The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! 324. The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, 539. The sky is overcast, 71. The soaring lark is blest as proud, 664. The star which comes at close of day to shine, The struggling Rill insensibly is grown, 595. The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire, 705. The unremitting voice of nightly streams, 787. The Vested Priest before the Altar stands, 630. The Voice of Song from distant lands shall call, The wind is now thy organist; -a clank, 689. They called Thee Merry England, in old time, They dreamt not of a perishable home, 634. They seek, are sought: to daily battle led, 393. - This Height a ministering Angel might select, 402. This Land of Rainbows spanning glens whose This Lawn, a carpet all alive, 668. Those had given earliest notice, as the lark. Those old credulities to nature dear, 748. Though I beheld at first with blank surprise, Though joy attend Thee orient at the birth, Though many suns have risen and set, 644. Tho' searching damps and many an envious Though the bold wings of Poesy affect, 783, 707. Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise, 582. Three years she grew in sun and shower, 113, Thus all things lead to Charity, secured, 633, Thus is the storm abated by the craft, 617. 'Tis eight o'clock, a clear March night, 86. 760. To every Form of being is assigned, 515. To public notice, with reluctance strong, 54. Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, 356. Under the shadow of a stately Pile, 755. Unless to Peter's Chair the viewless wind, 613. Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books, 83. Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood, Vallombrosa - I longed in thy shadiest wood, Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent, 307. Wait, prithee, wait! this answer Lesbia threw, Wanderer! that stoop'st so low, and com'st so Wansfell! this Household has a favoured lot, Ward of the Law!- dread Shadow of a King, Was it to disenchant, and to undo, 577. Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, 568. Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind, We can endure that He should waste our lands, Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air, 389. Well may'st thou halt - and gaze with bright- Well sang the Bard who called the grave, in Well worthy to be magnified are they, 627. What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled, What awful perspective! while from our sight, 634. What beast in wilderness or cultured field, 617. What crowd is this? what have we here! we What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine, 781. 577. What mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret, 724. 401. What sounds are those, Helvellyn, that are What strong allurement draws, what Spirit What though the Accused, upon his own appeal, 666. What though the Italian pencil wrought not What, you are stepping westward? - Yea, 298. When Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry, Whence that low voice? -a whisper from the When Contemplation, like the night-calm felt, 152. When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn, When first descending from the moorlands, 737. When human touch (as monkish books attest), When I have borne in memory what has tamed, When in the antique age of bow and spear, 637. When Love was born of heavenly line, 70. When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch, Who comes with rapture greeted, and ca- ressed, 625. Who weeps for strangers? Many wept, 382. Why should the Enthusiast, journeying through Why should we weep or mourn, - Angelic boy, Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, 635. Why, William, on that old grey stone, 83. 653. Wings have we, and as far as we can go, 347. Within her gilded cage confined, 642. Within our happy Castle there dwelt One, 289. With sacrifice before the rising morn, 525. With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh Woe to the Crown that doth the Cowl obey, 61 Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taket Would that our scrupulous Sires had dared: Ye Apennines! with all your fertile vales. 7# Ye Lime-trees, ranged before this hallowed Un Ye sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth, 574. Yes! hope may with my strong desire kee Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear, 628. Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved, 781. AAR, The Fall of the, 578. Abbeys, Old, 632. INDEX TO THE POEMS Address from the Spirit of Cockermouth Castle, 707. Address to Kilchurn Castle, 299. Address to my Infant Daughter, 315. Address to the Scholars of the Village School of Anna, 651. Anticipation (October, 1803), 308. Anticipation of leaving School, Composed in, 2. Apennines, Among the Ruins of a Convent in the, 756. Apology (Eccl. Son., 2d Part), 619. Apology (Sonnets upon the Punishment of Death), 764. Aquapendente, Musings near, 742. Armenian Lady's Love, The, 669. Armies, The Power of, 393. Artegal and Elidure, 534. Authors, A plea for, 760. Author's Portrait, To the, 700. Bala-Sala, At, 713. Ballot, Protest against the, 761. Baptism, 629. Beaumont, Sir George, Epistle to, 303. Beaumont, Sir George, Upon perusing the foregoing Beaumont, Sir George, Picture of Peele Castle painted Beaumont, Sir George, Beautiful picture painted by, Beaumont, Sir George, Elegiac Stanzas addressed to, Beaumont, To Lady, 358. Beauteous Evening, It is a, 285. Beggars, Sequel to the, 563. Bird of Paradise, Coloured Drawing of the, 737. Bird of Paradise, Suggested by a Picture of, 785. Bishops and Priests, 628. |