PREFATORY NOTE PROEM: My heart leaps up when I behold PROLOGUE: On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life PART I. INDUCTION: 25 27 28 29 30 32 B. FROM THE PRELUDE: i. I. Fair seed-time had my soul 2. Nor, sedulous as I have been 3. We ran a boisterous course 5. 'Twere long to tell 6. Thus while the days flew by 34 42 61 ii. 1. Bright was the summer's noon 2. When first I made iii. Here must we pause iv. O Soul of Nature! . C. LINES COMPOSED ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE PART II. POEMS: i. We are Seven ii. Lucy Gray; or Solitude iii. Ruth. iv. 1. Strange fits of passion have I known 2. She dwelt among the untrodden ways 4. Three years she grew in sun and shower 5. A slumber did my spirit seal v. Michael vi. The Affliction of Margaret vii. Lines written in Early Spring viii. To the Daisy ix. Expostulation and Reply x. The Tables Turned xi. Hartleap Well xii. Fidelity xiii. Matthew xiv. The Two April Mornings xv. The Fountain xvi. To Hartley Coleridge xvii. Within our happy Castle xviii. A Complaint xix. The Leech-gatherer PART III. SONNETS: Page 68 71 74 85 87 88 89 91 148 148 i. Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west ii. Two Voices are there; one is of the sea iii. Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee iv. Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men ! 149 149 PART III (Continued): Page v. O Friend! I know not which way I must look 150 vi. The world is too much with us; late and 151 vii. Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour 151 viii. It is not to be thought of that the Flood. ix. Scorn not the Sonnet: Critic, you have frowned x. Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room xi. Wansfell! this Household has a favoured lot xii. I am not One who much or oft delight xiii. Wings have we,—and as far as we can go xiv. Nor can I not believe but that hereby xv. All praise the Likeness by thy skill por 152 152 153 153 154 154 155 155 156 156 xvi. Though I beheld at first with blank surprise xvii. Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind xviii. A point of life between my Parents' dust xix. Rotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was grey xx. There's not a nook within this solemn Pass 157 xxi. Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes xxii. Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous xxiii. Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour! xxiv. How clear, how keen, how marvellous y bright PART III (Continued): Page xxv. The fairest, brightest, hues of ether fade 160 xxvi. I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret xxvii. A Trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain xxviii. It is a beauteous evening, calm and free xxix. Earth has not anything to show more fair xxx. Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go ? xxxi. Child of the clouds ! remote from every taint xxxii. Brook! whose society the Poet seeks. xxxiii. Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played 160 161 161 162 162 163 164 164 165 xxxiv. The old inventive Poets, had they seen xxxv. Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep xxxvi. But here no cannon thunders to the gale xxxvii. I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide 165 xxxviii. Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense 166 PART IV. POEMS: |