Broken in fortune, but in mind entire, iv. 163 Brook! whose society the Poet seeks, ii. 330 But what if One, through grove or flowery mead, iv. 17 By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred, iii. 148 By Art's bold privilege Warrior and War-horse stand, ii. 357 By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze, iii. 105 By playful smiles, (alas, too oft, v. 71 By such examples moved to unbought pains, iv. 17 By vain affections unenthralled, v. 70 Call not the royal Swede unfortunate, iii. 93 Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose, iv. 122 Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell, ii. 316 Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs, iv. 72 Dear fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse, iii. 130 Dear native regions, I foretel, i. 1 Dear Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould, iii. 112 Deep is the lamentation! Not alone, iv. 45 Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord, iii. 27 Departed Child! I could forget thee once, i. 276 Departing summer hath assumed, iv. 250 Deplorable his lot who tills the ground, iv. 30 Desponding Father! mark this altered bough, ii. 327 Did pangs of grief for lenient time too keen, iv. 162 Dishonoured Rock and Ruin! that, by law, iv. 104 Doubling and doubling with laborious walk, iv. 107 Dread hour! when, upheaved by war's sulphurous blast, iii. 150 Earth has not anything to show more fair, ii. 333 Eden till now thy beauty had I viewed, iv. 179 Emperors and Kings, how oft have temples rung, iii. 115 England! the time is come when thou should'st wean, iii. 73 Enough! for see, with dim association, iv. 34 Enough of climbing toil !-Ambition treads, iv. 247 Ere the Brothers through the gateway, iv. 341 Ere yet our course was graced with social trees, iii. 245 Even such the contrast that, where'er we move, iv. 56 Failing impartial measure to dispense, ii. 363 Fair Lady! can I sing of flowers, ii. 38 Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy; how few, iii. 219 Fit retribution, by the moral code, iv. 301 Five years have past; five summers, with the length, ii. 160 Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale, iii. 34 Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep, ii. 293 For action born, existing to be tried, iii. 204 Forbear to deem the Chronicler unwise, iii. 199 From early youth I ploughed the restless Main, iv. 163 From the Baptismal hour, thro' weal and woe, iv. 79 From the fierce aspect of this River, throwing, iii. 140 From the Pier's head, musing, and with increase, iii. 175 From this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play, iii. 251 Furl we the sails, and pass with tardy oars, iv. 32 Genius of Raphael! if thy wings, ii. 231 Glory to God! and to the Power who came, iv. 89 Go, faithful Portrait! and where long hath knelt, ii. 353 Grant, that by this unsparing hurricane, iv. 46 Great men have been among us; hands that penned, iii. 69 Greta, what fearful listening! when huge stones, iv. 146 Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend, ii. 297 Had this effulgence disappeared, iv. 132 Hail, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night, iii. 121 Harp! couldst thou venture, on thy boldest string, iv. 58 -Hast thou then survived, ii. 63 Haydon let worthier judges praise the skill, ii. 354 Here on their knees men swore: the stones were black, iv. 176 Here, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing, ii. 369 Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, i. 341 Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat, ii. 288 "High bliss is only for a higher state," i. 337 High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you, iii. 83 High in the breathless hall the Minstrel sate, ii. 154 High is our calling, Friend !-Creative Art, ii. 310 High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down, i. 205 His simple truths did Andrew glean, ii. 9 Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are, iv. 54 Homeward we turn. Isle of Columba's Cell, iv. 177 Hope rules a land for ever green, ii. 205 Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, iv. 174 How art thou named? In search of what strange land, ii. 341 How beautiful, when up a lofty height, i. 326 Hunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast, iii. 100 I am not One who much or oft delight, iv. 218 I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind, iii. 85 If from the public way you turn your steps, i. 311 If Nature, for a favourite child, iv. 212 If there be prophets on whose spirits rest, iv. 2 If these brief Records, by the Muses' art, ii. 334 If the whole weight of what we think and feel, ii. 314 If this great world of joy and pain, iv. 269 If thou in the dear love of some one Friend, v. 15 If to Tradition faith be due. iv. 109 If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share, iii. 220 I grieved for Buonaparté, with a vain, iii. 61 I have a boy of five years old, i. 190 I heard (alas! 'twas only in a dream), ii. 313 I heard a thousand blended notes, iv. 198 I know an aged Man constrained to dwell, iv. 330 I listen-but no faculty of mine, iii. 149 Imagination-ne'er before content, iii. 116 I marvel how Nature could ever find space, iv. 199 I met Louisa in the shade, i. 248 Immured in Bothwell's towers, at times the Brave, iv. 113 In Brugès town is many a street, iii. 132 In desultory walk through orchard grounds, iv. 351 In distant countries have I been, i. 266 In due observance of an ancient rite, iii. 96 Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood, iii. 66 Inmate of a mountain-dwelling, ii. 191 In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud, ii. 367 Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake, ii. 362 In these fair vales hath many a Tree, v. 8 In the sweet shire of Cardigan, iv. 202 In this still place, remote from men, iii. 16 In trellised shed with clustering roses gay, iii. 267 In youth from rock to rock I went, ii. 15 Jones! as from Calais southward you and I, iii. 60 saw an aged Beggar in my waik, v. 46 Is Death, when evil against good has fought, iv. 299 Is it a reed that's shaken by the wind, iii. 60 Is then no nook of English ground secure, ii. 368 Is then the final page before me spread, iii. 176 Is there a power that can sustain and cheer, iii. 95 I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, iii. 264 It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown, ii. 166 It is not to be thought of that the Flood, iii. 69 It is the first mild day of March, iv. 200 I travelled among unknown men, i. 250 -It seems a day, ii. 102 It was a moral end for which they fought, iii. 90 Just as those final words were penned, the sun broke out in I've watched you now a short half-hour, i. 242 I wandered lonely as a cloud, ii. 109 I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile, v. 75 I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret, ii. 312 I, who accompanied with faithful pace, iv. 2 Keep for the young the impassioned smile, ii. 185 Lady! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard, iv. 354 Lady! I rifled a Parnassian Cave, ii. 321 Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove, ii. 322 Lament for Diocletian's fiery sword, iv. 5 Lance, shield, and sword relinquished-at his side, iv. 15 Last night, without a voice, that Vision spake, iv. 60 Let thy wheel-barrow alone, ii. 13 Let us quit the leafy arbour, i. 202 Lie here, without a record of thy worth, iv. 226 Life with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun, ii. 358 Like a shipwrecked Sailor tost, iv. 261 List, the winds of March are blowing, iv. 264 List 'twas the Cuckoo.-O with what delight, iii. 205 List, ye who pass by Lyulph's Tower, iv. 186 Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape, iii. 173 Lone Flower hemmed in with snows, and white as they, ii. 320. Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn, iii. 200 Lonsdale! it were unworthy of a Guest, iv. 185 Look at the fate of summer flowers, i. 252 Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid, iii. 94 Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up, v. 84 Loving she is, and tractable, though wild, i. 170 Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance, ii. 358 |