I hate that Andrew Jones; he'll breed, 153
I have a boy of five years old, 76

I heard (alas! 'twas only in a dream), 576
I heard a thousand blended notes, 83

I know an aged Man constrained to dwell, 792
I listen-but no faculty of mine, 587
Imagination-ne'er before content, 549

I marvel how Nature could ever find space, 154
I met Louisa in the shade, 220

Immured in Bothwell's towers, at times the Brave,
698

In Brugès town is many a street, 668

In days of yore how fortunately fared, 428
In desultory walk through orchard grounds, 772
In distant countries have I been, 87
In due observance of an ancient rite, 391
Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood, 181
Inmate of a mountain-dwelling, 561

In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud, 657
In one of those excursions (may they ne'er, 329
Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake,
772

In these fair vales hath many a Tree, 688
In the sweet shire of Cardigan, 82
In this still place, remote from men, 191
In trellised shed with clustering roses gay, 366
Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you, 556
In youth from rock to rock I went, 184
I rose while yet the cattle, heat-opprest, 605
I saw a Mother's eye intensely bent, 635
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk, 95

I saw far off the dark top of a Pine, 753
I saw the figure of a lovely Maid, 629

Is Death, when evil against good has fought, 767
I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold, 188
Is it a reed that's shaken by the wind, 179
Is then no nook of English ground secure, 785
Is then the final page before me spread, 596
Is there a power that can sustain and cheer, 391
Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill, 753
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, 607
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 179
It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown, 187
It is not to be thought of that the Flood, 182
It is the first mild day of March, 84
I travelled among unknown men, 115
-It seems a day, 113

It was a beautiful and silent day, 306

It was a dreary morning when the wheels, 249
It was a moral end for which they fought, 389
It was an April morning: fresh and clear, 141
I've watched you now a full half-hour, 172
I wandered lonely as a cloud, 205

I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile, 217
I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret,
576

I, who accompanied with faithful pace, 609

JESU! bless our slender Boat, 583

Jones! as from Calais southward you and I, 179
Just as those final words were penned, the sun
broke out in power, 777

KEEP for the young the impassioned smile, 607

LADY! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard, 736
Lady! I rifled a Parnassian Cave, 579
Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove, 363
Lament! for Diocletian's fiery sword, 611

Lance, shield, and sword relinquished--at his
side, 614

Last night, without a voice, that Vision spake, 630
Let other bards of angels sing, 643
Let thy wheel-barrow alone, 119
Let us quit the leafy arbour, 565

Lie here, without a record of thy worth, 215
Life with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun, 764
Like a shipwrecked Sailor tost, 706

List, the winds of March are blowing, 707
List-'twas the Cuckoo.-O with what delight, 756
List, ye who pass by Lyulph's Tower, 726
Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape, 595.
Lone Flower hemmed in with snows, and white
as they, 575

Long-favoured England! be not thou misled, 775
Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn, 755
Long time have human ignorance and guilt, 320
Long time his pulse hath ceased to beat, 117
Lonsdale! it were unworthy of a Guest, 726
Look at the fate of summer flowers, 644
Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid, 390
Lord of the vale! astounding Flood, 536
Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up, 356
Loving she is, and tractable, though wild, 397
Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance,
776

Lo! where the Moon along the sky, 764
Lowther in thy majestic Pile are seen, 726
Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells, 594
Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live, 780

MAN'S life is like a Sparrow, mighty King, 613
Mark how the feathered tenants of the flood, 406
Mark the concentred hazels that enclose, 545
Meek Virgin Mother, more benign, 585

Men of the Western World! in Fate's dark book,
776

Men, who have ceased to reverence, soon defy,
628

Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road, 610
Methinks that I could trip o'er heaviest soil, 627
Methinks that to some vacant hermitage, 614
Methinks 'twere no unprecedented feat, 604
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne, 356
'Mid crowded obelisks and urns, 190

Mid-noon is past ;-upon the sultry mead, 604
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour, 181
Mine ear has rung, my spirit sunk subdued, 638
Miserrimus! and neither name nor date, 674
Monastic Domes! following my downward way
637

Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes, 728
Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost, 624
Motions and Means, on land and sea at war, 725
My frame hath often trembled with delight, 603
My heart leaps up when I behold, 171

NAY, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree
stands, 33

Near Anio's stream, I spied a gentle Dove, 755
Never enlivened with the liveliest ray, 789
Next morning Troilus began to clear, 165
No fiction was it of the antique age, 601
No more the end is sudden and abrupt, 700
No mortal object did these eyes behold, 355
No record tells of lance opposed to lance, 605
Nor scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend, 614
Nor shall the eternal roll of praise reject, 630
Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid, 612

599

Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep, 606
Not in the lucid intervals of life, 729

Not in the mines beyond the western main, 728
Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly, 583
Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell, 643
Not 'mid the world's vain objects that enslave, 387
Not sedentary all: there are who roam, 615
Not seldom, clad in radiant vest, 571

Not so that Pair whose youthful spirits dance, 601
Not the whole warbling grove in concert heard,
656

Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew, 720
Not to the object specially designed, 767
Not utterly unworthy to endure, 624

Not without heavy grief of heart did He, 395
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, 408
Now that the farewell tear is dried, 588
Now we are tired of boisterous joy, 197

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,

Oft have I caught, upon a fitful breeze, 720
Oft have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my cheek,
655

Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, 120

Oft is the medal faithful to its trust, 405
Oft, through thy fair domains, illustrious peer, 414
O for a dirge! But why complain, 646
O for the help of Angels to complete, 582
O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee, 354
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus, 221
Oh, for a kindling touch from that pure flame, 556
Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy, 234
Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, 235
Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien and
speech, 765

Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter, 79
O Life! without thy chequered scene, 585,
O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously (quoth she),
156

O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot,

602

On, loitering Muse-the swift Stream chides us
-on, 602

O now that the genius of Bewick were mine, 153
On to Iona!-What can she afford, 722
Open your gates, ye everlasting Piles, 639
O thou who movest onward with a mind, 394
O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought, 184
Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine,

768

Our walk was far among the ancient trees, 144
Outstretching flame-ward his upbraided hand, 626

PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies, 173

Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep, 693
Pastor and Patriot !-at whose bidding rise, 713
Patriots informed with Apostolic light, 633
Pause, courteous Spirit!-Balbi supplicates, 396
Pause, Traveller! whosoe'er thou be, 571
Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side, 156
People! your chains are severing link by link, 743
Perhaps some needful service of the State, 394
Pleasures newly found are sweet, 174
Portentous change when History can appear, 775
Praised be the Art whose subtle power could

stay, 404

Praised be the Rivers, from their mountain
springs, 621

Prejudged by foes determined not to spare, 629
Presentiments! they judge not right, 687
Prompt transformation works the novel Lore, 613
Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of old,
785

Pure element of waters! wheresoe'er, 573

QUEEN of the stars!-so gentle, so benign, 738

RANGING the heights of Scawfell or Black-comb,
716

Rapt above earth by power of one fair face, 761
Realms quake by turns: proud Arbitress of grace,

618

Record we too, with just and faithful pen, 620
Redoubted King, of courage leonine, 618
Reluctant call it was; the rite delayed, 704
Rest, rest, perturbed Earth, 551

Return, Content! for fondly I pursued, 605
Rise-they have risen; of brave Aneurin asi
612

Rotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was grey.
657

Rude is this Edifice, and thou hast seen, 155

SACRED Religion! mother of form and fear, 603
Sad thoughts, avaunt!-partake we their blithe
cheer, 604

Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud, 745

Say, what is Honour?-Tis the finest sense, 390
Say, ye far-travelled clouds, far-seeing hills, 69+
Scattering, like birds escaped the fowler's net, é
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned
655

Screams round the Arch-druid's brow the sea-mew
-white, 610

Seek who will delight in fable, 786

See the Condemned alone within his cell, 769
See what gay wildflowers deck this earth-but

Cot, 697

See, where his difficult way that Old Man wins

762

Serene, and fitted to embrace, 532

Serving no haughty Muse, my hands have here,
766

Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald, 208
Shade of Caractacus, if spirits love, 782

Shame on this faithless heart! that could allow,
580

She dwelt among the untrodden ways, 114
She had a tall man's height or more, 169
She was a Phantom of delight, 205
Shout, for a mighty Victory is won, 202
Show me the noblest Youth of present time, 659
Shun not this Rite, neglected, yea abhorred, 636
Since risen from ocean, ocean to defy, 719,
Six changeful years have vanished since I first,

280

Six months to six years added he remained, 746
Six thousand veterans practised in war's game,

201

Small service is true service while it lasts, 735
Sinile of the Moon !-for so I name, 568
So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, 790
Soft as a cloud is yon blue ridge-the Mere, 730
Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played,
600

Son of my buried Son, while thus thy hand, 766
Soon did the Almighty Giver of all rest, 403
Spade with which Wilkinson hath tilled his
lands, 211

Stay, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs, 407
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, 774
Stay near me do not take thy flight, 170
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God, 213
Strange fits of passion have I known, 114
Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones, 155.
Stretched on the dying Mother's lap, lies dead,

724

Such age how beautiful! O Lady bright, 657
Such fruitless questions may not long beguile, 602
Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind, 546
Sweet Flower! belike one day to have, 216
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower, 191
Sweet is the holiness of Youth-so felt, 625
Swiftly turn the murmuring wheel, 406
Sylph was it? or a Bird more bright, 703

TAKE, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take, 600
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, 639
Tell me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold, 644
Tenderly do we feel by Nature's law, 767
Thanks for the lessons of this Spot-fit school, 721
That happy gleam of vernal eyes, 664.

That heresies should strike (if truth be scanned,
611

That is work of waste and ruin, 172

That way look, my Infant, lo, 209

The Baptist might have been ordained to cry, 760
The Bard-whose soul is meek as dawning day,
556

The captive Bird was gone;-to cliff or moor, 719
The cattle crowding round this beverage clear,
713

The cock is crowing, 172

The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love, 774
The Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair, 559
The days are cold, the nights are long, 225,
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink,
139

The embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine,

404

The encircling ground in native turf arrayed, 639

There are no colours in the fairest sky, 630
There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear, 200
There is a change-and I am poor, 347
There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine, 212
There is a little unpretending Rill, 578.
There is an Eminence,-of these our hills, 143
There is a pleasure in poetic pains, 656
There is a Thorn-it looks so old, 76
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, 187
There never breathed a man who, when his life,

These times strike monied worldlings with dis-
may, 200

These Tourists, Heaven preserve us! needs must
live, 125

The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! 218
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, 545
The sky is overcast, 73

The soaring lark is blest as proud, 669
The Spirit of Antiquity-enshrined, 581

The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand,

579

The star which comes at close of day to shine, 770
The struggling Rill insensibly is grown, 601
The sun has long been set, 178

The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, 710
The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire, 710
The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields, 577
The tears of man in various measure gush, 626
The troop will be impatient; let us hie, 35,
The turbaned Race are poured in thickening
swarms, 617

The unremitting voice of nightly streams, 794
The valley rings with mirth and joy, 138

The Vested Priest before the Altar stands, 635
The Virgin Mountain, wearing like a Queen, 628
The Voice of Song from distant lands shall call,

180

The wind is now thy organist;-a clank, 694
The woman-hearted Confessor prepares, 617
The world forsaken, all its busy cares, 758
The world is too much with us, late and soon, 353
They call Thee Merry England, in old time, 711
They dreamt not of a perishable home, 640
The Young-ones gathered in from hill and dale,
634

They seek, are sought; to daily battle led, 397
They-who have seen the noble Roman's scorn,
754

This Height a ministering Angel might select, 407
This Land of Rainbows spanning glens whose
walls, 695

This Lawn, a carpet all alive, 673

This Spot-at once unfolding sight so fair, 767
Those breathing Tokens of your kind regard, 669
Those had given earliest notice, as the lark, 622
Those old credulities, to nature dear, 754
Those silver clouds collected round the sun, 576
Those words were uttered as in pensive mood, 353
Though I beheld at first with blank surprise, 771
Though joy attend Thee orient at the birth, 698
Though many suns have risen and set, 650
Though narrow be that old Man's cares, and near,
363

Tho' searching damps and many an envious flaw,
589

Though the bold wings of Poesy affect, 791
Though the torrents from their fountains, 151
Though to give timely warning and deter, 768
Thou look'st upon me, and dost fondly think, 712
Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise, 588

Threats come which no submission may assuage,
623

Three years she grew in sun and shower, 115
Through shattered galleries, 'mid roofless halls,
646

Thus all things lead to Charity, secured, 638
Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving

much, 243

Thus is the storm abated by the craft, 622
Thy functions are ethereal, 665

'Tis eight o'clock,-a clear March night, 88
'Tis gone with old belief and dream, 663
'Tis He whose yester-evening's high disdain, 765.
'Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined, 2021
'Tis said, fantastic ocean doth unfold, 581
'Tis said, that some have died for love, 150
"Tis said that to the brow of yon fair hill, 674
'Tis spent-this burning day of June, 225
To a good Man of most dear memory, 739
To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield,
To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen,

593

534

To every Form of being is assigned, 520
To kneeling Worshippers, no earthly floor, 636
Too frail to keep the lofty vow, 189

To public notice, with reluctance strong, 539
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men, 180
Tradition, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw, 696
Tranquillity! the sovereign aim wert thou, 724
Troubled long with warring notions, 571
True is it that Ambrosio Salinero, 395
'Twas Summer, and the sun had mounted high,

415

Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, 361

UNDER the shadow of a stately Pile, 760
Ungrateful Country, if thou e'er forget, 631
Unless to Peter's Chair the viewless wind, 618
Unquiet childhood here by special grace, 657
Untouched through all severity of cold, 704
Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away, 150
Up to the throne of God is borne, 731

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books, 85
Up with me! up with me into the clouds, 213
Urged by Ambition, who with subtlest skill, 616
Uttered by whom, or how inspired-designed, 584|
VALLOMBROSA! I longed in thy shadiest wood,

near, 737

Wansfell! this Household has a favoured lot, 78
Ward of the Law !-dread Shadow of a King, 57
Was it to disenchant, and to undo, 582

Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, 573
Watch, and be firm! for, soul-subduing vice, 611
Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind, 5441
We can endure that He should waste our lands
392

Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air, 393
We had a female Passenger who came, 180
We have not passed into a doleful City, 723
Well have yon Railway Labourers to THIS ground
787

Well may'st thou halt-and gaze with brightening

43

ked along, while bright and red, 118
had they, the Pair of Monks, in size,

ect bore the Man who roved or fled,
ul perspective! while from our sight,
t in wilderness or cultured field, 622
.st of chase hath broken from the cover,

d is this? what have we here! we must
ss it by, 349.

enly smiles! O Lady mine, 787
--who, 'mid the kindred throng, 537
r numbers barely could defy, 763
od for a bootless bene, 386
v we of the Blest above, 586

lier home could gentle Fancy choose,

hief cleaves to unsubdued regret, 729
d of clamorous bells, or ribands gay,
ds are those, Helvellyn, that are heard,
g allurement draws, what spirit guides,
gh the Accused, upon his own appeal,
gh the Italian pencil wrought not here,
does the Wind come? What way does

357

are stepping westward?-Yea, 192
ne Vales threw forth a suppliant cry,

at low voice?-A whisper from the
604
templation, like the night-calm felt,
and wide, swift as the beams of morn,

descending from the moorlands, 742
ghty expectations prostrate lie, 575
e with Carthage Rome to conflict came,

an touch (as monkish books attest), 744
ve borne in memory what has tamed,

he antique age of bow and spear, 642
king on the present face of things, 201
was born of heavenly line, 72
octetes in the Lemnian isle, 656
h was left half desolate, 121
ern's sweeping flood had overthrown,

It soft hand of sleep had closed the latch,

great soul was freed from mortal chains,

the attractions of the busy world, 219
they now, those wanton Boys, 569
thou, my beloved Son, 205

the noisy followers of the game, 595
the temples which, in Britain's Isle,

By ground begins, unhallowed ends, 607
the Land to which yon ship must go,

the truth? has Man, in wisdom's
792

Where long and deeply hath been fixed the root,
621

Where towers are crushed, and unforbidden
weeds, 652
Where will they stop, those breathing powers,
702

While Anna's peers and early playmates tread,
656

While beams of orient light shoot wide and high,
784

While flowing rivers yield a blameless sport, 574
While from the purpling east departs, 649
While Merlin paced the Cornish sands, 681
While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields, 543
While poring Antiquarians search the ground,
744

While the Poor gather round, till the end of time,

793

Who comes-with rapture greeted, and caressed,
630

Who fancied what a pretty sight, 187
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he, 345
Who ponders National events shall find, 775
Who rashly strove thy Image to portray, 743
Who rises on the banks of Seine, 554.
Who swerves from innocence, who makes divorce,
606

Who weeps for strangers? Many wept, 387
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant, 745
Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore, 595
Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings, 654
Why should the Enthusiast, journeying through
this Isle, 711

Why should we weep or mourn,-Angelic boy, 792
Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, 640
Why stand we gazing on the sparkling Brine, 717
Why, William, on that old grey stone, 85
Wild Redbreast! hadst thou at Jemima's lip, 658
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe, 112
With copious eulogy in prose or rhyme, 688
With each recurrence of this glorious morn, 575
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the
sky. 353

Within her gilded cage confined, 648

Within our happy Castle there dwelt One, 183
Within the mind strong fancies work, 567
With little here to do or see, 185

With sacrifice before the rising morn, 530
With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,

354

Woe to the Crown that doth the Cowl obey, 616
Woe to you, Prelates! rioting in ease, 622
Woman! the Power who left his throne on high,
635

Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken
flight, 789

Would that our scrupulous Sires had dared to
leave, 637

YE Apennines! with all your fertile vales, 748
Ye brood of conscience,-Spectres ! that frequent,
768

Ye Lime-trees, ranged before this hallowed Urn,