Serene, and fitted to embrace, ii. 204

Serving no haughty Muse, my hands have here, ii. 391
Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald, ii. 46

Shame on this faithless heart! that could allow, ii. 263
She dwelt among the untrodden ways, i. 274

She had a tall man's height or more, ii. 140

She was a Phantom of delight, ii. 126

Show me the noblest Youth of present time, ii. 225
Shout, for a mighty Victory is won, iii. 81

Shun not this rite, neglected, yea abhorred, iv. 146
Since risen from ocean, ocean to defy, iv. 204

Six months to six years added he remained, v. 145
Six thousand veterans, practised in war's game, iii. 32
Small service is true service while it lasts, v. 48
Smile of the Moon! -for so I name, i. 285

So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, iv. 319

Soft as a cloud is yon blue Ridge, the Mere, iv. 167

Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played, iii. 251

Soon did the Almighty Giver of all rest, v. 12

Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands iv. 257
Stay, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs, v. 75

Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, v. 24

Stay near me; do not take thy flight, i. 187
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God, iv. 266
Strange fits of passion have I known, i. 273
Stranger! this hillock of misshapen stones, v. 76
Stretched on the dying Mother's lap lies dead, iv. 217
Such age how beautiful! O Lady bright, ii. 377
Such fruitless questions may not long beguile, iii. 258
Surprised by joy, impatient as the Wind, ii. 387
Sweet Flower! belike one day to have, v. 153

Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower, iii. 13
Sweet is the holiness of Youth; - -so felt, iv. 118
Swiftly turn the murmuring wheel, ii. 51
Sylph was it? or a Bird more bright, ii. 75

Take, cradled Nursling of the mountain, cake, iii. 250
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, iv. 156
Tell me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold, ii. 20
Tenderly do we feel by Nature's law, iv. 333

Thanks for the lessons of this spot, fit school, iv. 210
That happy gleam of vernal eyes, v. 22

That heresies should strike, if truth be scanned, iv. 78
That is work of waste and ruin, i. 189

That way look, my Infant, lo, ii. 77

The Baptist might have been ordained to cry, ii. 220
The Bard, whose soul is meek as dawning day, ii. 119
The captive Bird was gone; to cliff or moor, iv. 205
The cattle, crowding round this beverage clear, iv. 188
The Cock is crowing, ii. 138

The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love, iv. 175
The Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair, iv. 274

The days are cold, the nights are long, i. 301

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink, i. 213
The embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine, v. 70
The encircling ground, in native turf arrayed, iv. 154
The fairest, brightest hues of ether fade, ii. 325
The feudal Keep, the bastions of Cohorn, iv. 198
The fields which with covetous spirit we sold, i. 296
The floods are roused, and will not soon be weary, iv. 218
The forest huge of ancient Caledon, iii. 292

The formal World relaxes her cold chain, iv. 340

The gallant Youth, who may have gained, iii. 271

The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed, ii. 259
The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains, iii. 1
The God of Love, ah benedicite! v. 97

The imperial Consort of the Fairy-king, ii. 329
The imperial stature, the colossal stride, ii. 368
The Kirk of Ulpha to the pilgrim's eye, iii. 268

The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor, ii. 171
The Land we from our fathers had in trust, iii. 92
The leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned hill, iv. 168
The linnet's warble, sinking towards a close, iv. 165
The little hedgerow birds, v. 134

The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek, iv. 112
The Lovers took within this ancient grove, iii. 293
The martial courage of a day is vain, iii. 96
The massy Ways, carried across these heights, v. 78
The Minstrels played their Christmas tune, iii. 246
The most alluring clouds that mount the sky, ii. 384
The old inventive Poets, had they seen, iii. 261
The oppression of the tumult, wrath and scorn, iv. 80
The peace which others seek they find, i. 277
The pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute, iii. 279
The post-boy drove with fierce career, i. 196

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The power of Armies is a visible thing, iii. 105

The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed, ii. 336
There are no colors in the fairest sky, iv. 131

There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear, iii. 76
There is a change, and I am poor, i. 280

There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine, v. 131

There is a little unpretending Rill, ii. 324

There is an Eminence, of these our hills, ii. 7

There is a pleasure in poetic pains, ii. 355

There is a Thorn, it looks so old, ii. 162

There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, ii. 121

There never breathed a man who, when his life, v. 138

There! said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride, iv. 216

There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore

i. 211

There's more in words than I can teach, i. 369

There's not a nook within this solemn Pass, iii. 278
There's something in a flying horse, ii. 273

There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs, ii. 117
There was a roaring in the wind all night, ii. 155

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, v. 177
The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die, iv. 333
The Sabbath bells renew the inviting peal, iv. 146

The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned, iv. 119
These times strike moneyed worldlings with dismay, iii. 76
These Tourists, Heaven preserve us! needs must live, i. 288
The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! v. 156

The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, ii. 355
The sky is overcast, ii. 120

The soaring lark is blest as proud, v. 13

The Spirit of Antiquity-enshrined, iii. 137

The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand, ii. 358
The struggling rill insensibly is grown, iii. 254
The sun has long been set, iv. 170

The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, iv. 162
The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire, iv. 161
The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields, iv. 283
The tears of man in various measure gush, iv. 118
The Troop will be impatient; let us hie,

80

The turbaned Race are poured in thickening swarms, iv. vi
The unremitting voice of nightly streams, iv. 295

The valley rings with mirth and joy, i. 205

The Vested Priest before the Altar stands, iv. 144

The Virgin-Mountain, wearing like a Queen, iv. 126

The Voice of Song from distant lands shall call, iii. 68
The wind is now thy organist; - a clank, iii. 278
The woman-hearted Confessor prepares, iv. 92
The world forsaken, all its busy cares, iii. 216
The world is too much with us; late and soon, ii. 341
They called thee MERRY ENGLAND, in old time, iv. 184
They dreamt not of a perishable home, iv. 157
The Young-ones gathered in from hill and dale, iv. 143
They seek, are sought; to daily battle led, iii. 104
They who have seen the noble Roman's scorn, iii. 206
This Height a ministering Angel might select, ii. 222
This Land of Rainbows spanning glens whose walls, iii. 280
This Lawn, a carpet all alive, iv. 288

This moss-lined shed, green, soft, and dry, ii. 59
This Spot at once unfolding sight so fair, iv. 832
Those breathing Tokens of your kind regard, v. 15
Those had given earliest notice, as the lark, iv. 107
Those old credulities, to nature dear, iii. 204
Those silver clouds collected round the sun, ii. 224
Those words were uttered as in pensive mood, ii. 350
Though I boheld at first with blank surprise, ii. 387
Though joy attend thee orient at the birth, iii. 289
Though many suns have risen and set, iv. 309
Though narrow be that old Man's cares, and near, ii. 361
Though searching damps and many an envious flaw, iii. 163

Though the bold wings of Poesy affect, ii. 366
Though the torrents from their fountains, ii. 63
Though to give timely warning and deter, iv. 337
Thou look'st upon me, and dost fondly think, iv. 187
Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise, iii. 158

Threats come which no submission may assuage, iv. 111
Three years she grew in sun and shower, ii. 128
Through shattered galleries, 'mid roofless halls, ii. 371
Thus all things lead to Charity, secured, iv. 152
Thus is the storm abated by the craft, iv. 108
Thy functions are ethereal, ii. 263

'Tis eight o'clock, a clear March night, i. 324
'Tis gone, with old belief and dream, ii. 236
'Tis He whose yester-evening's high disdain, ii. 389
'T is not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined, v. 126
'T is said, fantastic Ocean doth enfold, iii, 135
'T is said, that some have died for love, i. 278
'T is said that to the brow of yon fair hill, ii. 380
'T is spent,
this burning day of June, ii. §5

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To a good Man of most dear memory, v. 168

To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield, iii. 174
To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen, iii. 48
To kneeling Worshippers no earthly floor, iv. 147

Too frail to keep the lofty vow, iii. 6

To public notice, with reluctance strong, v. 163
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men, iii. 69
Tradition, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw, iii. 281
Tranquillity! the sovereign aim wert thou, iv. 218
Troubled long with warring notions, v. 83

True is it that Ambrosio Salinero, v. 139

T was summer, and the sun had mounted high, vi. 11
Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, iii. 71

Under the shadow of a stately Pile, iii. 220
Ungrateful Country, if thou e'er forget, iv. 134
Unless to Peter's Chair the viewless wind, iv. 98
Unquiet Childhood here by special grace, ii. 376
Untouched through all severity of cold, ii. 381
Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away, i. 307
Up to the throne of God is borne, iv. 305

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books, iv. 232
Up with me! up with me into the clouds, ii. 39
Urged by Ambition, who with subtlest skill, iv. 90
Uttered by whom, or how inspired, designed, iii. 144

Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood, iii. 172
Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood, iii. 218
Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent, iii. 78

Wait, prithee, wait! this answer Lesbia threw, ii. 376
Wanderer! that stoop'st so low, and com'st so near, iv. 175

Wansfell! this Household has a favored lot, ii. 393
Ward of the Law! - dread Shadow of a King, ii. 369
Was it to disenchant, and to undo, iii. 140
Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, ii. 364
Watch, and be firm! for soul-subduing vice, iv. 77
Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind, ii. 342
We can endure that he should waste our lands. iii. 102
Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air, v. 136
We had a female Passenger who came, iii. 69
We have not passed into a doleful City, iv. 215

Well have you Railway Laborers to THIS ground, ii. 397
Well mayst thou halt, and gaze with brightening eye, ii. 321
Well sang the Bard who called the grave, in strains, iii. 282
Well worthy to be magnified are they, iv. 136
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground, i. 22
We saw, but surely, in the motley crowd, iv. 209
We talked with open heart, and tongue, iv. 251
We walked along, while bright and red, iv. 248
What aim had they, the pair of Monks, in size, iii. 217
What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled, iii. 253
What awful perspective! while from our sight, iv. 156
What beast in wilderness or cultured field, iv. 107

What beast of chase hath broken from the cover? iii. 178
What crowd is this? what have we here? we must not pass
it by, ii. 135

What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine, i. 283

What! he who, 'mid the kindred throng, iii. 55

What if our numbers barely could defy, iii. 79

What is good for a bootless bene, iv. 271

What know we of the Blest above, iii. 149

What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose, iii. 140
What mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret, iv. 174
What need of clamorous bells, or ribbons gay, ii. 334
What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides, ii. 392
What though the Accused, upon his own appeal, iv. 289
What though the Italian pencil wrought not here, iii. 152
What way does the Wind come? What way does he go? i. 191
What, you are stepping westward? - Yea, iii. 18
When Alpine vales threw forth a suppliant cry, iv. 182
Whence that low voice? - A whisper from the heart, iii. 263
When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn, iii. 86
When first, descending from the moorlands, v. 173
When haughty expectations prostrate lie, ii. 356
When here with Carthage Rome to conflict came, iii. 210
When human touch (as monkish books attest), ii. 360
When I have borne in memory what has tamed, iii. 74
When, in the antique age of bow and spear, v. 35
When, looking on the present face of things, iii. 78
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle, ii. 374

When Ruth was left half desolate, ii. 145

When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch, iii. 111