INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A barking sound the shepherd hears. A slumber did my spirit seal A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain. All praise the likeness by thy skill pourtrayed . An age hath been when earth was proud An Orpheus! an Orpheus !-yes, faith may grow bold Another year!-another deadly blow Art thou a Statesman, in the van Art thou the bird whom man loves best At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears Calvert! it must not be unheard by them. Y Come ye-who, if (which Heaven avert !) the land Dear child of nature, let them rail!. Dear to the loves, and to the graces vowed Earth has not anything to show more fair. England! the time is come when thou should'st wean Fair is the swan, whose majesty, prevailing Fair star of evening, splendour of the west Farewell, thou little nook of mountain-ground . Five years have past; five summers, with the length Go, faithful portrait! and where long hath knelt -Hast thou then survived Here pause the poet claims at least this praise I am not one who much or oft delight I have a boy of five years old I heard a thousand blended notes I saw an aged beggar in my walk I saw far off the dark top of a pine I shiver, spirit fierce and bold I thought of thee, my partner and my guide I travelled among unknown men I've watched you now a full half-hour I wandered lonely as a cloud I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged pile! I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret If from the public way you turn your steps If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven In these fair vales hath many a tree. In the sweet shire of Cardigan In this still place, remote from men |