Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars, 316. Come ye—who, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land, 183. Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell, 320. Dear Child of Nature, let them rail, 129. Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed, 346. Departing summer hath assumed, Desire we past illusions to recall, Rock and Ruin! that, by law, 342. Earth has not anything to show more fair, 319. Fair is the Swan, whose majesty, prevailing, 258. Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west, 307. Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground, 153. Five years have past; five sum- mers, with the length, 45. From low to high doth dissolution From Stirling castle we had seen, Go, faithful Portrait! and where Had this effulgence disappeared, Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one Hast thou then survived -, 189. least their praise, 318. High in the breathless Hall the High is our calling, Friend! Hope rules a land forever green, How clear, how keen, how mar- How profitless the relics that we I am not One who much or oft I grieved for Buonaparté, with a I have seen, 243. I heard a thousand blended notes, I saw an aged Beggar in my walk, I saw far off the dark top of a I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold, I thought of Thee, my partner and I travelled among unknown men, I've watched you now a full half- hour, 140. I wandered lonely as a cloud, 185. I was thy neighbour once, thou I watch, and long have watched, If from the public way you turn your steps, 110. If Nature, for a favourite child, If this great world of joy and pain, In my mind's eye a Temple, like a In one of those excursions, may In the sweet shire of Cardigan, 27. In this still place, remote from In youth from rock to rock I went, Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood, 310. Is it a reed that's shaken by the wind, 307. It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 319. It is not to be thought of that the Flood, 312. It is the first mild day of March, It seems a day, 72. It was an April morning: fresh and clear, 104. Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove, 326. quished, at his side, 333. Life with yon Lambs, like day, is Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up, 221. Loving she is, and tractable, Methinks that to some vacant Methought I saw the footsteps of Milton! thou should'st be living Most sweet it is with unuplifted My heart leaps up when I behold, Nay, Traveller! rest. Yew-tree stands, 3. This lonely Not in the lucid intervals of life, Not Love, not War, nor the tu- Not 'mid the World's vain objects that enslave, 317. Nuns fret not at their convent's O blithe New-comer! I have O dearer far than light and life O Friend! I know not which way O Nightingale! thou surely art, 229. O thou! whose fancies from afar Oft have I caught, upon a fitful Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, 57. Strange fits of passion have I Such age how beautiful! O Lady Surprised by joy-impatient as Sweet Highland Girl, a very Tax not the royal Saint with vain The Cock is crowing, 137. The dew was falling fast, the stars The gallant Youth, who may have The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor, 80. The little hedgerow birds, 44. The old inventive Poets, had they The pibroch's note, discounte- The power of Armies is a visible The sky is overcast, 23. The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire, 298. The sylvan slopes with corn-clad The world is too much with us : late and soon, 323. There is a change- and I am There is a Flower, the lesser Cel- andine, 191. There is an Eminence,- of these There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lor- ton Vale, 167. "There!" said a Stripling, point- ing with meet pride, 347. There's not a nook within this solemn Pass, 341. There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs, 50. There was a roaring in the wind all night, 145. There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, 222. These times strike monied world- lings with dismay, 313. Those words were uttered as in pensive mood, 320. Three years she grew in sun and 'Tis, by comparison, an easy task, Though I beheld at first with blank surprise, 351. Though joy attend Thee orient at the birth, 343. To a good Man of most dear memory, 300. Too frail to keep the lofty vow, 171. of men, 309. 'T was summer, and the sun had Two Voices are there; one is of "Up, Timothy, up with your staff Up! up! my Friend, and quit Up with me! up with me into the Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Wansfell! this Household has a We talked with open heart, and We walked along, while bright and gaze with brightening eye, 322. What crowd is this? what have we "What is good for a bootless bene," What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose, 332. "What, you are stepping west- When first, descending from the When I have borne in memory what has tamed, 312. When Ruth was left half desolate, |