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Great men have been among us; hands that penned, 255
Greta, what fearful listening! when huge stones, 307
Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend, 219
Grieve for the Man who hither came bereft, 324

Had this effulgence disappeared, 211

Hail to the fields-with Dwellings sprinkled o'er, 296
Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour, 225
Hail, universal Source of pure delight, 268

Hail, Virgin Queen! o'er many an envious bar, 360
Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye, 260
Happy the feeling from the bosom thrown, 215
Hard task! exclaim the undisciplined, to lean, 274
Hark! 'tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest, 234
Harmonious Powers with Nature work, 419
Harp! couldst thou venture, on thy boldest string, 362
Hast thou seen, with flash incessant, 451

Hast thou then survived, 152

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I am not One who much or oft delight, 221

I come, ye little noisy Crew, 460

I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind, 259
If from the public way you turn your steps, 115

If Life were slumber on a bed of down, 316

Haydon! let worthier judges praise the skill, 231
Here Man more purely lives, less oft doth fall, 355
Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more, 254
Here on their knees men swore: the stones were black, 313
Here pause: the Poet claims at least this praise, 263
Here stood an Oak, that long had borne affixed, 305
Here, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing, 236
Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, 127
Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat, 216
"High bliss is only for a higher state," 94
High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you, 258
High in the breathless hall the Minstrel sate, 186
High is our calling, Friend! - Creative Art, 222
High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down, 82 Is Death, when evil against good has fought, 275
High on her speculative tower, 285

I rose while yet the cattle, heat-opprest, 298
I saw a mother's eye intensely bent, 366

I saw an aged beggar in my walk, 453

I saw far off the dark top of a Pine, 321

I saw the figure of a lovely Maid, 362

I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold, 237

Is it a reed that 's shaken by the wind, 253

His simple truths did Andrew glean, 141
Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are, 361
Homeward we turn. Isle of Columbia's Cell, 313
Hope rules a land for ever green, 399

Hope smiled when your nativity was cast. 312

Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill, 321

Hopes, what are they?-Beads of morning, 451

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, 299

How art thou named In search of what strange land, 229 It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 220

It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown, 188

How beautiful the Queen of Night on high, 430
How beautiful, when up a lofty height, 99

It is not to be thought of that the Flood, 255

It is the first mild day of March, 396

I travelled among unknown men, 96
It seems a day, 165

How beautiful your presence, how benign, 351
How blest the Maid whose heart-yet free, 286
How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright, 224
How disappeared he? Ask the newt and toad, 304
How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled, 360
How profitless the relics that we cull, 305
How richly glows the water's breast, 37
How rich that forehead's calm expanse, 98
How shall I paint thee? Be this naked stone, 294
How soon-alas! did Man, created pure, 370
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks, 221
Humanity delighting to behold, 263
Hunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast, 263

If Nature, for a favourite child, 400

If there be Prophets on whose spirits rest, 348
If these brief Records, by the Muse's art, 232

If thou in the dear love of some one Friend, 452
If to Tradition faith be due, 306

If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share, 326

I grieved for Buonaparte, with a vain, 253

I have a boy of five years old, 77

I heard (alas! 'twas only in a dream), 223

I heard a thousand blended notes, 397

If the whole weight of what we think and feel, 223

If this great world of joy and pain, 422

If thou indeed derive the light from Heaven, xi.

I know an Aged man constrained to dwell, 457

I listen-but no faculty of mine, 282

I marvel how Nature could ever find space, 402

I met Louisa in the shade, 96
Immured in Bothwell's towers, at times the Brave, 304
In Bruges town is many a street, 398

In desultory walk through orchard grounds, 437
In distant countries have I been, 100

In due observance of an ancient rite, 261
Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood, 254
Inmate of a mountain-dwelling, 163

In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud, 232
Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake, 234
In these fair vales hath many a tree, 452

In the sweet shire of Cardigan, 397

In this still place, remote from men, 241

In trellised shed with clustering roses gay, 328
Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you, 265
In youth from rock to rock I went, 137

Is then no nook of English ground secure, 236
Is then the final page before me spread, 290

Is there a power that can sustain and cheer, 261

It was a moral end for which they fought, 260
It was an April morning: fresh and clear, 131
I've watched you now a short half-hour, 94
I wandered lonely as a cloud, 169

I was thy Neighbour once, thou rugged Pile, 463

I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret, 222

I, who accompanied with faithful pace, 348

Jesu! bless our slender Boat, 279

Jones! as from Calais southward you and I, 253

Just as those final words were penned, the sun broke out
in power, 82

Keep for the young the impassioned smile, 291

Lady! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard, 418
Lady! I rifled a Parnassian Cave, 225
Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove, 224
Lament for Dioclesian's fiery sword, 349
Lance, shield, and sword relinquished -
—at his side, 352
Last night, without a voice, that Vision spake, 362
Let other bards of angels sing, 98

Let thy wheel-barrow alone, 146

Let us quit the leafy arbour 81

Lie here, without a record of thy worth, 400
Life with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun, 233
Like a Shipwrecked Sailor tost, 420
List, the winds of March are blowing, 420
List-'twas the Cuckoo, O with what delight, 323
List, ye who pass by Lyulph's Tower, 109

Not so that Pair whose youthful spirits dance, 295
Not the whole warbling grove in concert heard, 230
Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew, 311
Not to the object specially designed, 276
Not utterly unworthy to endure, 358

Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape, 289
Lone Flower hemmed in with snows, and white as they, Not without heavy grief of heart did He, 459


Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, 264
Now that the farewell tear is dried, 284
Now we are tired of boisterous joy, 246
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, 419
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, 215



Long favoured England! be not thou misled, 273
Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn, 322
Lonsdale! it were unworthy of a Guest, 315
Look at the fate of summer flowers, 97

Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid, 261
Lord of the vale astounding Flood, 250

Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up, 461
Loving she is, and tractable, though wild, 73
Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance, 233
Lo! where the Moon along the sky, 394
Lowther in thy majestic Pile are seen, 315
Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells, 288
Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live, 179

Man's life is like a Sparrow, mighty King, 351
Mark how the feathered tenants of the flood, 164
Mark the concentred hazels that enclose, 226
Meek Virgin Mother, more benign, 281
Men of the Western World! in Fate's dark book, 274
Men, who have ceased to reverence soon defy, 361
Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road, 348
Methinks that I could trip o'er heaviest soil, 361
Methinks that to some vacant hermitage, 352
Methinks 'twere no unprecedented feat, 298
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne, 220
'Mid crowded obelisks and urns, 239
Mid-noon is past ;· -upon the sultry mead, 297
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour, 255
Mine ear has rung, my spirit sunk subdued, 369
Miserrimus! and neither name nor date, 230
Monastic domes! following my downward way, 368
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes, 315
Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost, 358
Motions and Means, on land and sea at war, 314
My frame hath often trembled with delight, 297
My heart leaps up when I behold, 73

Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands, 37
Near Anio's stream, I spied a gentle Dove, 323
Never enlivened with the liveliest ray, 152
Next morning Troilus began to clear, 446
No fiction was it of the antique age, 295
No more the end is sudden and abrupt, 305
No mortal object did these eyes behold, 219
Nor can Imagination quit the shores, 356
No record tells of lance opposed to lance, 298
Nor scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend, 351
Nor shall the eternal roll of praise reject, 363
Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid, 350
Not a breath of air, 192
Not envying Latian shades-if yet they throw, 294
Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep, 299
Not in the lucid intervals of life, 426

Not in the mines beyond the western main, 315
Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly, 280
Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell, 223

Not 'mid the world's vain objects that enslave, 259
Not pangs of grief for lenient time too keen, 310
Not sedentary all: there are who roam, 352
Not seldom, clad in radiant vest, 452

Oak of Guernica! Tree of holier power, 262
O blithe New-comer! I have heard, 163
O dearer far than light and life are dear, 98
O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain, 260
O'erweening Statesmen have full long relied, 262

O Flower of all that springs from gentle blood, 460
Of mortal parents is the Hero born, 259

O for a dirge! But why complain, 465

O, for a kindling touch from that pure flame, 265

O for the help of Angels to complete, 279

O Friend! I know not which way I must look, 255
Oft have I caught upon a fitful breeze, 403

Oft have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my cheek, 219
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, 75

Oft is the medal faithful to its trust, 449

Oft through thy fair domains, illustrious Peer, 550

O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee, 217
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus, 104
Oh Life! without thy chequered scene, 280
Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy, 188

Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech, 234
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter, 168
O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously (quoth she), 441
O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot, 296
Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee, 254
Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky), 464
Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned, 103

Once more the Church is seized with sudden fear, 357
Once on the top of Tynwald's formal mound, 310
One might believe that natural miseries, 256
One morning (raw it was and wet, 102

One who was suffering tumult in his soul, 224
On his morning rounds the Master, 399

O Nightingale! thou surely art, 166

On, loitering Muse-the swift Stream chides us—oo, 295

On Man, on Nature, and on human life, 551

O now that the genius of Bewick were mine, 456

On to Iona!-What can she afford, 312
Open your gates, ye everlasting Piles, 369
O there is blessing in this gentle breeze, 476
O thou who movest onward with a mind, 458

O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought, 80
Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine, 276
Our walk was far among the ancient trees, 133
Outstretching flame-ward his upbraided hand, 360

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, 139

Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep, 302
Pastor and Patriot!-at whose bidding rise, 308
Patriots informed with apostolic light, 365
Pause, courteous Spirit! - Balbi supplicates, 459

Pause, Traveller! whosoe'er thou be, 451
Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side, 216
People! your chains are severing link by link, 272, 303
Perhaps some needful service of the State, 458
Pleasures newly found are sweet, 140
Portentous change when History can appear, 273
Praised be the Art whose subtle power could stay, 217
Praised be the Rivers, from their mountain springs, 356
Prejudged by foes determined not to spare, 362
Presentiments! they judge not right, 417
Prompt transformation works the novel Lore, 351
Proud were ye, Mountains, when in times of old, 236
Pure element of waters! wheresoe'er, 226

Queen of the Stars!-

-so gentle, so benign, 430
Ranging the heights of Scawfell or Black-comb, 309
Rapt above earth by power of one fair face, 325
Realms quake by turns: proud Arbitress of grace, 354
Record we too, with just and faithful pen, 355
Redoubted King, of courage leonine, 354
Reluctant call it was; the rite delayed, 272
Rest, rest, perturbed Earth, 465
Return, Content! for fondly I pursued, 298
Rise!they have risen: of brave Aneurin ask, 349
Rotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was grey,
Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen, 450

Take, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take, 284
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, 369
Tell me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold, 144
Tenderly do we feel by Nature's law, 275
Thanks for the lessons of this Spot-fit school, 312
That happy gleam of vernal eyes, 410

That heresies should strike (if truth be scanned, 349
That is work of waste and ruin, 73

That way look, my Infant, lo, 143

The Baptist might have been ordained to cry, 325
The Bard-whose soul is meek as dawning day, 265
The captive Bird was gone;-to cliff or moor, 311
The cattle crowding round this beverage clear, 308
The cock is crowing, 171

The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love, 429
The Danish Conqueror on his royal chair, 413
The days are cold, the nights are long, 102
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink, 7
The embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine, 449

Sacred Religion! Mother of form and fear, 296

The fairest, brightest hues of ether fade, 216

Sad thoughts, avaunt !-paṛtake we their blithe cheer, 297 The encircling ground in native turf arrayed, 369
Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud, 273
Say, what is Honour?-'T is the finest sense, 260
Say, ye far-travelled clouds, far-seeing hills, 302
Scattering, like birds escaped the fowler's net, 360
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic you have frowned, 223
Screams round the Arch-druid's brow the sea-mew-
white, 348

Seek who will delight in fable, 84

See the condemned alone within his cell, 277
See what gay wild flowers deck this earth-built Cot, 304
See, where his difficult way that Old Man wins, 326
Serving no haughty Muse, my hands have here, 237
Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald, 146
Shade of Caractacus, if spirits love, 272
Shame on this faithless heart! that could allow, 228
She dwelt among the untrodden ways, 96
She was a Phantom 'of delight, 166

Show me the noblest Youth of present time, 177
Shout, for a mighty Victory is won, 257
Shun not this Rite, neglected, yea abhorred, 367
Since risen from ocean, ocean to defy, 311
Six months to six years added he remained, 460
Six thousand veterans practised in war's game, 245
Small service is true service while it lasts, 437
Smile of the Moon! - for so I name, 99

So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, 403
Soft as a cloud is you blue Ridge-the Mere, 427
Solo listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played, 294
Soon did the Almighty giver of all rest, 436
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands, 396
Stay, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs, 450

Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, 419
Stay near me do not take thy flight, 73
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God, 425
Strange fits of passion have I known, 96
Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones, 450
Strange visitation! at Jemima's lip, 229
Stretched on the dying Mother's lap, lies dead, 314

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Such age how beautiful! O Lady bright, 230
Such fruitless questions may not long beguile, 296
Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind, 220
Sweet Flower! belike one day to have, 463
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower, 240
Sweet is the holiness of Youth-so felt, 359
Swiftly turn the murmuring wheel, 142
Sylph was it! or a Bird more bright, 152

The feudal Keep, the bastions of Cohorn, 309
The fields which with covetous spirit we sold, 101
The floods are roused, and will not soon be weary, 31
The forest huge of ancient Caledon, 305
The formal World relaxes her cold chain, 277
The gallant Youth, who may have gained, 300
The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed, 192
The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains, 237
The God of Love-ah benedicite! 443

The imperial consort of the Fairy-king, 218
The imperial Stature, the colossal stride, 228
The Kirk of Ulpha to the Pilgrim's eye, 299

The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor, 184
The Land we from our fathers had in trust, 259
The leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned hill, 427
The linnet's warble, sinking towards a close, 426

-The little hedge-row birds, 456

The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek, 358
The Lovers took within this ancient grove, 313
The martial courage of a day is vain, 260
The massy Ways, carried across these heights, 452
The Minstrels played their Christmas tune, 293
The most alluring clouds that mount the sky, 233
The old inventive Poets, had they seen, 297

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There is a Thorn-it looks so old, 182
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, 164
There never breathed a man who, when his life, 458
There! said a Stripling, pointing with meek pride, 313
There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald
Shore, 77

There's more in words than I can teach, 126

Through shattered galleries, 'mid roofless halls, 229
Thus all things lead to Charity, secured. 368
Thus is the storm abated by the craft, 357
Thy functions are ethereal, 213

"Tis eight o'clock, — a clear March night, 110
'Tis gone with old belief and dream, 415
'Tis he whose yester-evening's high disdain, 234
'Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined, 455
'Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold, 278
'Tis said, that some have died for love, 97
'Tis said that to the brow of yon fair hill, 231
'Tis spent-this burning day of June, 154
To a good Man of most dear memory, 467

To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield, 287
To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen, 249
To kneeling Worshippers, no earthly floor, 367
Too frail to keep the lofty vow,


To public notice, with reluctance strong, 463
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men, 254
Tracts let me follow far from human kind, 281
Tradition, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw, 303
Tranquillity! the sovereign aim wert thou, 314
Troubled long with warring notions, 451
True is it that Ambrosio Salinero, 459
'Twas Summer and the sun had mounted high, 553
Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, 255

There's not a nook within this solemn Pass, 302
There's something in a flying horse, 195

There was a Boy: ye knew him well, ye cliffs, 163
There was a roaring in the wind all night, 180
There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, 470
The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die, 275
The Sabbath bells renew the inviting peal, 367
The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned, 360
These had given earliest notice, as the lark, 356
These times strike monied worldlings with dismay, 256
These Tourists, Heaven preserve us! needs must live, 87
These words were uttered as in pensive mood, 227
The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! 462
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, 225
-The sky is overcast, 164

The soaring lark is blest as proud, 189
The Spirit of Antiquity-enshrined, 278
The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand, 224
The struggling Rill insensibly is grown, 295
The sun has long been set, 428
The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, 428
The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire, 427
The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields, 414
The tears of man in various measure gush, 359
The Troop will be impatient; let us hie, 45

Under the shadow of a stately Pile, 325
Ungrateful Country, if thou e'er forget, 363
Unless to Peter's Chair the viewless wind. 355
Unquiet childhood here by special grace, 230
Untouched through all severity of cold, 231

The turbaned Race are poured in thickening swarms, 354 Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away, 102

Up to the throne of God is borne, 410

The unremitting voice of nightly streams, 409
The valley rings with mirth and joy, 79

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books, 393
Up with me! up with me into the clouds, 145
Urged by Ambition, who with subtlest skill, 353
Uttered by whom, or how inspired-designed, 280

The Vested Priest before the Altar stands, 366
The Virgin Mountain, wearing like a Queen, 361
The Voice of Song, from distant lands shall call, 254
The wind is now thy organist; -a clank, 302
The woman-hearted Confessor prepares, 353
The world forsaken, all its busy cares, 324
The world is too much with us late and soon, 221
They called Thee Merry England, in old time, 307
They dreamt not of a perishable home, 370
The Young-ones gathered in from hill and dale, 366
They seek, are sought; to daily battle led, 263
They-who have seen the noble Roman's scorn, 322
This Height a ministering Angel might select, 165
This Land of Rainbows (spanning glens whose walls, 302 Watch, and be firm! for, soul-subduing vice, 349
This Lawn, a carpet all alive, 402

Wait, prithee, wait! this answer Lesbia threw, 233
Wanderer! that stoop'st so low, and com'st so near,
Wansfell! this Household has a favoured lot, 236
Ward of the Law!-dread Shadow of a King, 228
Was it to disenchant, and to undo, 279
Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, 226

This Spot-at once unfolding sight so fair, 275
Those breathing Tokens of our kind regard, 189
Those old credulities, to nature dear, 322
Those silver clouds collected round the sun, 171
Though I beheld at first with blank surprise, 234
Though joy attend Thee orient at the birth, 304
Though many suns have risen and set, 407
Though narrow be that old Man's cares, and near, 229
Tho' searching damps and many an envious flaw, 285
Though the bold wings of Poesy affect 233
Though the torrents from their fountains, 146
Though to give timely warning and deter, 276
Thou look'st upon me, and dost fondly think, 308
Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise, 283
Threats come which no submission may assuage, 358
Three years she grew in sun and shower, 166
Throned in the Sun's descending car, 428

Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind, 180
We can endure that He should waste our lands, 262
Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air, 459
We have not passed into a doleful City, 313
Well have yon Railway Labourers to Tuis ground, 237
Well sang the Bard who called the grave, in strains, 303
Well worthy to be magnified are they, 364
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground, 29
We saw, but surely, in the motley crowd, 312.
We talked with open heart, and tongue, 401.
We walked along, while bright and red, 401.
What aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size, 325.
What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled, 295.
What awful perspective! while from our sight, 369.
What beast in wilderness or cultured field, 357.
What beast of chase hath broken from the cover, 287.
What crowd is this? what have we here! we must not
pass it by, 170.

Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood, 287
Vallombrosa-I longed in thy shadiest wood, 325
Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent, 256


Whe. envenly smiles! O Lady mine, 98.

What He who, 'mid the kindred throng, 250.
What if our numbers barely could defy, 272.
What is good for a bootless bene, 412.
What know we of the Blest above, 281.
What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose, 279.
What mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret, 429.
What need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay, 219.
What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides, 235
What though the accused, upon his own appeal, 422
What though the Italian pencil wrought not here, 282
What way does the Wind come? What way does he go, 74
What, you are stepping westward? - Yea, 241
When Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry, 363
Whence that low voice?-A whisper from the heart, 297
When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn, 258
When first descending from the moorlands, 468
When haughty expectations prostrate lie, 224
When here with Carthage Rome to conflict came, 323
When human touch (as monkish books attest), 232
When I have borne in memory what has tamed, 255
When in the antique age of bow and spear, 412
When, looking on the present face of things, 256
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle, 229
When Ruth was left talf desolate, 173
When the Brothers reached the gateway, 167
When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch, 265
When, to the attractions of the busy world, 133
Where are they now, those wanton Boys, 172
Where art thou, my beloved Son, 101

Where be the noisy followers of the game, 290
Where be the temples which, in Britain's Isle, 91
Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends, 228
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go, 220
Where lies the truth? has Man in wisdom's creed, 431
Where long and deeply hath been fixed the root, 371
Where towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds, 327
Where will they stop those breathing Powers, 407
While they who once were Anna's playmates tread, 230
While beams of orient light shoot wide and high, 236
While flowing rivers yield a blameless sport, 218
While from the purpling east departs, 406
While Merlin paced the Cornish sands, 206
While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields, 223
While poring Antiquarians search the ground, 231
While the Poor gather round till the end of time, 305
Who but hails the sight with pleasure, 149
Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high, 430
Who comes
with rapture greeted, and caressed, 362
Who fancied what a pretty sight, 146
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he, 394
Who ponders National events shall find, 273
Who rashly strove thy Image to portray, 394



Who rises on the banks of Seine, 257

Who swerves from innocence, who makes divorce, 298
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant, 232
Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore, 289
Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings, 217
Why should the Enthusiast, journeying thro' this Isle, 307
Why should we weep or mourn, Angelic boy, 469
Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, 370
Why stand we gazing on the sparkling Brine, 310
Why, William, on that old grey stone, 393
Wings have we- -and as far as we can go, 222
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe, 80
With copious eulogy in prose or rhyme, 466
With each recurrence of this glorious morn, 218
With earnest look, to every voyager, 313

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky, 225
Within her gilded cage confined, 139

Within our happy Castle there dwelt One, 95

Within the mind strong fancies work, 191
With little here to do or see, 145

With sacrifice before the rising morn, 175
With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, 221
Woe to the Crown that doth the Cowl obey, 353
Woe to you, Prelates! rioting in ease, 357
Woman! the Power who left his throne on high, 367
Wouldst thou be taught when sleep has taken flight, 192
Would that our scrupulous sires had dared to leave, 368

Ye Apennines! with all your fertile vales, 318
Ye brood of conscience Spectres! that frequent, 276
Ye Lime-trees, ranged before this hallowed Urn, 449
Ye sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth, 228

Ye aliadowy Beings that have rights and claims, 312
Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace, 219
Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear, 365
Yes, it was the mountain Echo, 188

Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye, 216
Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved, 98

Yes, though he well may tremble at the sound, 277
Ye Storms, resound the praises of your King, 264
Yet are they here the same unbroken knot, 171
Yet life you say is life; we have seen and see, 221
Yet more
-round many a Convent's blazing fire, 357
Yet some Novitiates of the cloistral shade, 358
Ye, too, must fly before a chasing hand, 358
Ye trees! whose slender roots entwine, 326
Yet Truth is keenly sought for, and the wind, 363
Yet, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes, 262
Ye vales and hills whose beauty hither drew, 469
You call it, "Love lies bleeding," so you may, 151
You have heard a Spanish Lady, 107


YOUNG ENGLAND-what is then become of Old, 275


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