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 Bruges 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,
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,
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
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
Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee, 179 Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky), 651 Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned, 170 Once more the Church is seized with sudden fear, 622
Once on the top of Tynwald's formal mound, 718 Once to the verge of yon steep barrier came, 334
One might believe that natural miseries, 200 One morning (raw it was and wet, 167
One who was suffering tumult in his soul, 573 On his morning rounds the Master, 215 O Nightingale! thou surely art, 362
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, 733
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,
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 ask, 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, 694 Scattering, like birds escaped the fowler's net, 627 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-built
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,
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,
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,
The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains, 188
The God of Love-ah, benedicite! 160 The imperial Consort of the Fairy-king, 574 The imperial Stature, the colossal stride, 656 The Kirk of Ulpha to the pilgrim's eye, 606 The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor, 147
The Land we from our fathers had in trust, 388 The leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned hill, 731
The leaves were fading when to Esthwaite's banks, 270
The linnet's warble, sinking towards a close, 730 The little hedge-row birds, 98
The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek, 623 The Lovers took within this ancient grove, 699 The martial courage of a day is vain, 390
The massy Ways, carried across these heights, 651
The Minstrels played their Christmas tune, 598 The most alluring clouds that mount the sky, 774 The old inventive Poets, had they seen, 603 The oppression of the tumult-wrath and scorn,
The peace which others seek they find, 207 The pensive Sceptic of the lonely vale, 512 The pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute, 695
The post-boy drove with fierce career, 168 The power of Armies is a visible thing, 398 The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed,
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,
There was a roaring in the wind all night, 174 There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, 359
The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die, 767 The Sabbath bells renew the inviting peal, 636 The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned, 626
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,
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
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, 202 '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 Το appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield,
To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen, 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,
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,
Vallombrosa-I longed in thy shadiest wood, 759 Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent, 201
WAIT, prithee, wait! this answer Lesbia threw, 745
Wanderer! that stoop'st so low, and com'st so near, 737
Wansfell! this Household has a favoured lot, 782 Ward of the Law !-dread Shadow of a King, 579 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, 544 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
We walked along, while bright and red, 118 What aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size, 758
What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled, бог
What awful perspective! while from our sight, 639
What beast in wilderness or cultured field, 622 What beast of chase hath broken from the cover, 592
What crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by, 349
What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine, 787 What He-who, 'mid the kindred throng, 537 What if our numbers barely could defy, 763 What is good for a bootless bene, 386 What know we of the Blest above, 586 What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose, 582
What mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret, 729 What need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay, 406
What sounds are those, Helvellyn, that are heard, 290
What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides, 764
What though the Accused, upon his own appeal, 671
What though the Italian pencil wrought not here, 585
What way does the Wind come? What way does he go, 357
What, you are stepping westward?-Yea, 192 When Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry, 631
Whence that low voice?-A whisper from the heart, 604
When Contemplation, like the night-calm felt, 263
When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn,
When first descending from the moorlands, 742 When haughty expectations prostrate lie, 575 When here with Carthage Rome to conflict came, 756
When human touch (as monkish books attest), 744 When I have borne in memory what has tamed, 182
When in the antique age of bow and spear, 642 When, looking on the present face of things, 201 When Love was born of heavenly line, 72 When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle, 656 When Ruth was left half desolate, 121 When Severn's sweeping flood had overthrown,
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
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,
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,
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