A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by, 309.
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, 370.
A pause of silence followed; then with voice, 343.
A pen-to register; a key-, 374.
A point of life between my Parent's dust, 387.
A Traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain, 33.
A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, 381.
-A simple Child, 63.
A slumber did my spirit seal, 100.
Among all lovely things my Love had been, 166.
And is this-Yarrow?-This the Stream, 352.
Another year!-another deadly blow, 311.
As star that shines dependent upon star, 369.
Art thou a Statist in the van, 100.
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, 62.
Behold her, single in the field, 210.
Behold, within the leafy shade, 156.
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed, 198.
Bleak season was it, turbulent and wild, 118.
Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere, 184.
Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps, 253.
But now, become oppressors in their turn, 294.
By their floating mill, 306.
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel, 1.
Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose, 384.
Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream, 211.
Clarkson! it was an obstinate hill to climb, 318.
Closing the sacred Book which long has fed, 371.
Dear Child of Nature, let them rail, 157.
Dear native regions, I foretell, 1.
Departing summer hath assumed, 364.
Earth has not anything to show more fair, 190.
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky, 375.
Fair is the Swan, whose majesty, prevailing, 364.
Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west, 191.
Far better never to have heard the name, 227.
Far from my dearest friend, 'tis mine to roam, 2.
Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground, 187.
Festivals have I seen that were not names, 192.
Five years have past; five summers, with the length, 85.
Free as a colt at pasture on the hill, 268.
From Little down to Least, in due degree, 370.
From low to high doth dissolution climb, 371.
From Stirling Castle we have seen, 212.
From that time forth, Authority in France, 291.
Great men have been among us; hands that penned, 196.
-Hast thou then survived, 223.
He, two and thirty years or more, 93.
Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more, 194.
High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate, 320.
High is our calling, Friend!-Creative Art, 359.
How sweet it is when mother Fancy rocks, 307.
I am not One who much or oft delight, 303.
I grieved for Buonaparté, with a vain, 189.
I have a boy of five years old, 65.
I heard a thousand blended notes, 81.
I know an aged Man constrained to dwell, 396.
I met Louisa in the shade, 156.
I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold, 201.
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk, 56.
I saw the figure of a lovely maid, 368.
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, 368.
I travelled among unknown men, 98.
I wandered lonely as a cloud, 214.
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile, 296.
If from the public way you turn your steps, 134.
If Nature, for a favourite child, 102.
-Imagination slept, 248.
In the sweet shire of Cardigan, 78.
In these fair vales hath many a tree, 378.
In this still place, remote from men, 205.
In youth from rock to rock I went, 180.
Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood, 195.
Is it a reed that's shaken by the wind, 191.
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 190.
It is not to be thought of that the Flood, 196.
It is the first mild day of March, 82.
-It seems a day, 95.
It was a beautiful and silent day, 280.
It was a dreary morning when the wheels, 245.
I've watched you now a full half-hour, 167.
Jones! as from Calais southward you and I, 192.
Long have I loved what I behold, 93.
Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up, 310.
Loving she is, and tractable, though wild, 328.
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne, 309.
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour, 196.
Monastic Domes! following my downward way, 371.
My heart leaps up when I behold, 165.
Nay, Traveller, rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands, 54.
Nor can I not believe but that hereby, 304.
Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep, 368.
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, 302.
O Blithe New-comer! I have heard, 164.
O dearer far than light and life are dear, 375.
O Friend! I know not which way I must look, 195.
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus, 215.
O Nightingale! thou surely art, 319.
O pleasant exercise of hope and joy, 293.
O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought, 177.
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, 108.
Oh, most beloved Friend! a glorious time, 263.
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter, 75.
On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, 119.
On Nature's invitation do I come, 117.
Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee, 193.
One morning (raw it was and wet), 158.
Open your gates, ye everlasting Piles, 372.
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, 168.
Pleasures newly found are sweet, 169.
Return, Content, for fondly I pursued, 367.
Sacred Religion! "mother of form and fear, 367.
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, 378.
Serene, and fitted to embrace, 360.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways, 97.
She had a tall man's height or more, 161.
She was a Phantom of delight, 209.
Smooth life had flock and shepherd in old time, 264.
Stay near me-do not take thy flight, 164.
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God, 298.
Strange fits of passion have I known, 97.
-Supine the Wanderer lay, 330.
Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind, 360.
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower, 207.
Swifty turn the murmuring wheel, 329.
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, 372.
The Cock is crowing, 166.
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink, 146.
The gallant Youth, who may have gained, 378.
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor, 150.
The leaves were fading when to Esthwaite's banks, 259.
-The little hedgerow birds, 61.
The peace which others seek they find, 92.
The post-boy drove with fierce career, 159.
The power of Armies is a visible thing, 328.
-The sky is overcast, 62.
The sun has long been set, 176.
The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire, 388.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, 307.
-Then it was, 294.
Then was the truth received into my heart, 290.
There are no colours in the fairest sky, 369.
There is a change-and I am poor, 302.
There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine, 225.
There is a Thorn-it looks so old, 67.
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, 200.
"There!" said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride, 389.
There was a Boy: ye know him well, ye cliffs, 257.
There was a roaring in the wind all night, 171.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, 311.
These times strike monied worldlings with dismay, 197.
These Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live, 122.
They dreamt not of a perishable home, 373.
Three years she grew in sun and shower, 98.
Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much, 237.
-"Twere long to tell, 242.
'Tis not my present purpose to retrace, 263.
"Tis said that some have died for love, 148.
To a good Man of most dear memory, 391.
Too frail to keep the lofty vow, 203.
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men, 193.
Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, 317.
Up to the throne of God is borne, 390.
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books, 84.
Up with me! up with me into the clouds, 226.
We had a female Passenger who came, 194.
We talked with open heart, and tongue, 105.
We walked along, while bright and red, 103.
Well may'st thou halt-and gaze with brightening eye, 305.
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground, 13.
What, are you stepping westward? Yea, 206.
What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled, 366.
What awful perspective! while from our sight, 373.
"What is good for a bootless bene?" 324.
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