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The Avon, 340

The black Stones of Iona, 356
The blind Highland Boy, 227
250 The Borderers, 24

The Brothers, 68

The Brownie, 340

The Brownie's Cell, 231

on a celebrated event in Ancient The Childless Father, 86

history, 241

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on approaching the Staub-bach,

on entering Douglas Bay, 352
on hearing the "Ranz des
Vaches," 260

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on revisiting Dunolly Castle, 354
on the death of his Majesty
George III., 210

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On the departure of Sir Walter
Scott, 336

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The Church of San Salvador, 261
The Column lying in the Simplon Pass,

264

The Commination Service, 331

The Complaint of a forsaken Indian
Woman, 81

The Contrast, 124

The Cottager to her Infant, 85
The Council of Clermont, 318
The Cuckoo and the Nightingale,
419

The Cuckoo at Laverna, 276

On the detraction which fol- The Cuckoo-clock, 178

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The Green Linnet, 118
The Haunted Tree, 170
The Highland Broach, 338
The Horn of Egremont Castle, 401
The Idiot Boy, 91

The Idle Shepherd-boys, 59
The Infant M.M., 212
The Italian Itinerant, 261
The King of Sweden, 237

The Kitten and Falling Leaves, 129

The Labourer's Noon-day Hymn, 381

The Last of the Flock, 82

The Last Supper, 262

The Liturgy, 329

The Longest Day, 63

The Marriage Ceremony, 331

The Matron of Jedborough and her
Husband, 226

The Monument called Long Meg and
her Daughters, 357

The Mother's Return, 55

The Norman Boy, 64
The Norman Conquest, 317
The Oak and the Broom, 115
The Oak of Guernica, 245
The old Cumberland Beggar, 425
The Pass of Kirkstone, 166
The Pet-Lamb, 61
The Pilgrim's Dream, 126

Temptations from RomanRefinements, The Pillar of Trajan, 280

313

Thanksgiving after Childbirth, 331
The Affliction of Margaret —, 84
The Armenian Lady's Love, 101

The Pine of Monte Mario at Rome,
274

The Plain of Donnerdale, 289
The Poet and the caged Turtledove, 127

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INDEX TO THE FIRST LINES.

A BARKING SOund the shepherd hears, 370

A Book came forth of late, called Peter Bell, 200
A bright-haired company of youthful slaves, 314
Abruptly paused the strife;-the field throughout, 248
A dark plume fetch me from yon blasted yew, 289
Adieu, Rydalian Laurels! that have grown, 348
Advance-come forth from thy Tyrolean ground, 243
Aerial Rock-whose solitary brow, 199
A famous man is Robin Hood, 224

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by, 199
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, 329

Age! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers, 226
Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide, 390
Ah, when the Body, round which in love we clung, 315
Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue nor pen, 245
Ah why deceive ourselves! by no mere fit, 387
Aid, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light, 325
Alas! what boots the long laborious quest, 243
A little onward lend thy guiding hand, 373
All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed, 215
A love-lorn Maid, at some far-distant time, 290
Ambition-following down this far-famed slope, 264
Amid a fertile region green with wood, 340
Amid the smoke of cities did you pass, 108
Amid this dance of objects sadness steals, 257
Among a grave fraternity of Monks, 384
Among the dwellers in the silent fields, 405
Among the dwellings framed by birds, 127

Among the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream, 349
A month, sweet Little-ones, is past, 55

An age hath been when earth was proud, 374
A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags, 109
And is it among rude untutored Dales, 243
And is this-Yarrow ?—This the Stream, 234
And, not in vain embodied to the sight, 320
And shall, the Pontiff asks, profaneness flow, 318

And what is Penance with her knotted thong, 322

And what melodious sounds at times prevail, 320

An Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold, 145
Another year!-another deadly blow, 240

A pen-to register; a key, 376

A Pilgrim, when the summer day, 126

A plague on your languages, German and Norse, 364

A pleasant music floats along the Mere, 317

A Poet!-He hath put his heart to school, 214
A point of life between my Parents' dust, 349
Army of Clouds! ye winged Host in troops, 179
A rock there is whose homely front, 174

A Roman Master stands on Grecian ground, 241
Around a wild and woody hill, 258
Arran! a single crested Teneriffe, 354
Art thou a Statist in the van, 364

Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, 121
-A simple child, 58

As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest, 320
As indignation mastered grief, my tongue, 279
As leaves are to the tree whereon they grow, 388
A slumber did my spirit seal, 144
As often as I murmur here, 127

As star that shines dependent upon star, 329
As the cold aspect of a sunless way, 208
A stream, to mingle with your favourite Dee, 211
A sudden conflict rises from the swell, 328
As, when a storm hath ceased, the birds regain, 313
As with the Stream our voyage we pursue, 318
At early dawn, or rather when the air, 209
A Traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain, 15
A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, 336
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, 145
Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind, 246

A voice, from long-expecting thousands sent, 328
A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found, 203
Avon-a precious, an immortal name, 340
A weight of awe not easy to be borne, 357
A whirl-blast from behind the hill, 114

A winged Goddess-clothed in vesture wrought, 256
A Youth too certain of his power to wade, 352

Bard of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made, 200
Beaumont! it was thy wish that I should rear, 198
Before I see another day, 81

Before the world had past her time of youth, 390
Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, 114

Beguiled into forgetfulness of care, 383

Behold a pupil of the monkish gown, 316

Behold her, single in the field, 223

Behold, within the leafy shade, 54

Beloved Vale! I said, when I shall con, 198

Beneath the concave of an April sky, 176
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed, 118
Beneath yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound, 411
Be this the chosen site, the virgin sod, 333
Between two sister moorland rills, 124
Bishops and Priests, blessed are ye, if deep, 329
Black Demons hovering o'er his mitred head, 318
Blest is this Isle-our native Land, 399

Blest Statesman He, whose mind's unselfish will, 386
Bold words affirmed, in days when faith was strong, 352
Brave Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight, 244
Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere, 365
Broken in fortune, but in mind entire, 353
Brook and road, 143

Brook! whose society the Poet seeks, 208
Bruges I saw attired with golden light, 255

But here no cannon thunders to the gale, 291
But liberty, and triumphs on the Main, 333
But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book, 323
But, to remote Northumbria's royal Hall, 315
But what if One, through grove or flowery mead, 316
But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord, 321
By a blest Husband guided, Mary came, 432

By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred, 260
By Art's bold privilege Warrior and War-horse stand, 214
By chain yet stronger must the Soul be tied, 330
By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze, 247

By playful smiles, (alas, too oft, 432

By such examples moved to unbought pains, 316

By their floating mill, 125

By vain affections unenthralled, 432

Call not the royal Swede unfortunate, 244

Calm as an under-current, strong to draw, 328
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel, 1
Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose, 342
Calvert! it must not be unheard by them, 203
Change me, some God, into that breathing rose, 287
Chatsworth! thy stately mansion, and the pride, 213
Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream, 223
Child of the clouds! remote from every taint, 286
Clarkson! it was an obstinate hill to climb, 242
Closing the sacred Book which long has fed, 332
Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars, 242
Coldly we spake. The Saxons, overpowered, 317
Come ye-who, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land, 240
Companion! by whose buoyant Spirit cheered, 270
Complacent Fictions were they, yet the same, 274
Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell, 205
Darkness surrounds us; seeking, we are lost, 313
Days passed-and Monte Calvo would not clear, 275
Days undefiled by luxury or sloth, 387

Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs, 330
Dear Child of Nature, let them rail, 169

Dear fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse, 255
Dear native regions, I foretel, 1

Dear Reliques, from a pit of vilest mould, 250
Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed, 350
Deep is the lamentation! not alone, 323
Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord, 225
Departed Child! I could forget thee once, 85
Departing summer hath assumed, 375
Deplorable his lot who tills the ground, 319
Desire we past illusions to recal, 352
Desponding Father! mark this altered bough, 207
Despond who will-I heard a voice exclaim, 353
Destined to war from very infancy, 431
Did pangs of grief for lenient time too keen, 353
Dishonoured Rock and Ruin! that, by law, 337
Dogmatic Teachers, of the snow-white fur, 208
Doomed as we are our native dust, 258
Doubling and doubling with laborious walk, 338
Down a swift Stream, thus far, a bold design, 328

Dread hour! when, upheaved by war's sulphurous blast, 260
Driven in by Autumn's sharpening air, 105

Earth has not anything to show more fair, 209
Eden! till now thy beauty had I viewed, 357
Emperors and Kings, how oft have temples rung, 250
England! the time is come when thou shouldst wean, 239
Enlightened Teacher, gladly from thy hand, 216
Enough! for see, with dim association, 320

Enough of climbing toil!-Ambition treads, 374
Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook, 338
Enough of rose-bud lips and eyes, 406
Ere the Brothers through the gateway, 401
Ere with cold beads of midnight dew, 78

Ere yet our course was graced with social trees, 287
Eternal Lord! eased of a cumbrous load, 279
Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky, 162
Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress, 207
Even so for me a Vision sanctified, 202

Even such the contrast that, where'er we move, 326
Even while I speak, the sacred roofs of France, 332
Excuse is needless when with love sincere, 200

Failing impartial measure to dispense, 216
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate, 221
Fair Lady can I sing of flowers, 123

Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy; how few, 279
Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild, 204
Fair Star of evening, Slpendour of the west, 236
Fallen, and diffused into a shapeless heap, 290
Fame tells of groves-from England far away, 210
Fancy, who leads the pastimes of the glad, 113
Farewell, thou little nook of mountain-ground, 75
Far from my dearest friend, 'tis mine to rove, 2
Far from our home by Grasmere's quiet lake, 392
Father! to God himself we cannot give, 330
Fear hath a hundred eyes, that all agree, 326
Feel for the wrongs to universal ken, 388
Festivals have I seen that were not names, 237
Fit retribution, by the moral code, 390

Five years have past; five summers, with the length, 160
Flattered with promise of escape, 378

Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale, 227
Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep, 199
For action born, existing to be tried, 276
Forbear to deem the Chronicler unwise, 274
For ever hallowed be this morning fair, 314
For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes, 259
Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs, 275
Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose base, 112
For what contend the wise?-for nothing less, 324
Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein, 208
From Bolton's old monastic tower, 293
From early youth I ploughed the restless main, 353
From false assumption rose, and, fondly hailed, 319
From Little down to Least, in due degree, 330
From low to high doth dissolution climb, 332
From Rite and Ordinance abused they fled, 329
From Stirling Castle we had seen, 225

From the Baptismal hour, through weal and woe, 331
From the dark chambers of dejection freed, 204
From the fierce aspect of this River, throwing, 257
From the Pier's head, musing, and with increase, 268
From this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play, 288
Frowns are on every Muse's face, 123

Furl we the sails, and pass with tardy oars, 320

Genius of Raphael! if thy wings, 180
Glad sight! wherever new with old, 124
Glide gently, thus for ever glide, 6

Glory to God! and to the Power who came, 334

Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes, 242

Go, faithful Portrait! and where long hath knelt, 213
Grant, that by this unsparing hurricane, 323

Great men have been among us; hands that penned, 238

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Greta, what fearful listening! when huge stones, 349
Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend, 200
Grieve for the Man who hither came bereft, 277

Had this effulgence disappeared, 345

Hail, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night, 252
Hail to the fields-with Dwellings sprinkled o'er, 288
Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour, 207
Hail, Virgin Queen! o'er many an envious bar, 325
Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye, 244
Happy the feeling from the bosom thrown, 197
Hard task! exclaim the undisciplined, to lean, 387
Hark! 'tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest, 215
Harmonious Powers with Nature work, 398

Harp! couldst thou venture, on thy boldest string, 326
Hast thou seen, with flash incessant, 414

Hast thou then survived, 130

Haydon! let worthier judges praise the skill, 214
Here Man more purely lives, less oft doth fall, 319
Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more, 237
Here on their knees men swore: the stones were black, 356
Here pause: the Poet claims at least this praise, 247
Here stood an Oak, that long had borne affixed, 341
Here, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing, 217
Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, 106

Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat, 198

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High bliss is only for a higher state," 104

High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you, 242
High in the breathless hall the Minstrel sate, 158
High is our calling, Friend!-Creative Art, 204
High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down, 64
High on her speculative tower, 263

His simple truths did Andrew glean, 115
Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are, 325
Homeward we turn. Isle of Columba's Cell, 356
Hope rules a land for ever green, 173

Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, 355
Hopes, what are they?-Beads of morning, 413

How art thou named? In search of what strange land, 211
How beautiful, when up a lofty height, 101
How beautiful your presence, how benign, 315
How blest the Maid whose heart-yet free, 264
How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright, 205
How disappeared he? Ask the newt and toad, 340
How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled, 324
How profitless the relics that we cull, 341
How richly glows the water's breast, 6
How rich that forehead's calm expanse, 80
How sad a welcome! To each voyager, 356
How shall I paint thee?-Be this naked stone, 286
How soon-alas! did Man, created pure, 319
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks, 203
Humanity, delighting to behold, 247
Hunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast, 246

I am not One who much or oft delight, 367

I come, ye little noisy Crew, 433

I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind, 242
Jesu! bless our slender Boat, 257

If from the public way you turn your steps, 96

If Life were slumber on a bed of down, 350

If Nature, for a favourite child, 365

If there be Prophets on whose spirits rest, 312

If these brief Records, by the Muse's art, 209

If the whole weight of what we think and feel, 204
If this great world of joy and pain, 381

If thou in the dear love of some one Friend, 415
If to Tradition faith be due, 338

If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share, 279

I grieved for Buonaparté, with a vain, 236

I have a boy of five years old, 60

I heard (alas! 'twas only in a dream), 204

I heard a thousand blended notes, 362

I listen-but no faculty of mine, 260
Imagination-ne'er before content, 250

I marvel how Nature could ever find space, 362

I met Louisa in the shade, 77

Immured in Bothwell's towers, at times the Brave, 340

In Brugès town is many a street, 255

In desultory walk through orchard grounds, 403

In distant countries have I been, 82

In due observance of an ancient rite, 245
Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood, 238
Inmate of a mountain-dwelling, 169

In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud, 217
Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake, 216
In these fair vales hath many a tree, 413

In the sweet shire of Cardigan, 363

In this still place, remote from men, 222

In trellised shed with clustering roses gay, 292
Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you, 250
In youth from rock to rock I went, 117
Jones! as from Calais southward you and I, 236

I rose while yet the cattle, heat-opprest, 291

I saw a mother's eye intensely bent, 330

I saw an aged Beggar in my walk, 425

I saw far off the dark top of a Pine, 274

I saw the figure of a lovely Maid, 326

Is Death, when evil against good has fought, 389

I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold, 218

Is it a reed that 's shaken by the wind, 236

Is then no nook of English ground secure, 217
Is then the final page before me spread, 268

Is there a power that can sustain and cheer, 245
Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill, 274

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, 292
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 202
It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown, 161

It is not to be thought of that the Flood, 238
It is the first mild day of March, 362
I travelled among unknown men, 78
-It seems a day, 142

It was a moral end for which they fought, 244
It was an April morning: fresh and clear, 108
I've watch'd you now a short half-hour, 75

Just as those final words were penned, the sun broke out
in power, 65

I wandered lonely as a cloud, 144

I was thy Neighbour once, thou rugged Pile, 434

I watch, and long have watch'd, with calm regret, 204

I, who accompanied with faithful pace, 312

Keep for the young the impassioned smile, 167

Lady! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard, 404

Lady! I rifled a Parnassian Cave, 206
Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove, 206
Lament! for Dioclesian's fiery sword, 313

Lance, shield, and sword relinquished-at his side, 316
Last night, without a voice, that Vision spake, 327

Let other bards of angels sing, 79

Let thy wheel-barrow alone, 116

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