Broken in fortune, but in mind entire, iv. 163
-Brook and road, ii. 104

Brook! whose society the Poet seeks, ii. 330
Brugès I saw attired with golden light, iii. 131
But here no cannon thunders to the gale, iii. 263
But liberty, and triumphs on the Main, iv. 84
But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book, iv. 46
But, to remote Northumbria's royal Hall, iv. 11
But what if One, through grove or flowery mead, iv. 17
But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord, iv. 35
By a blest Husband guided, Mary came, v. 68

By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred, iii. 148
By Art's bold privilege Warrior and War-horse stand, ii. 357
By chain yet stronger must the Soul be tied, iv. 75

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 their floating mill, ii. 46

By vain affections unenthralled, v. 70

Call not the royal Swede unfortunate, iii. 93
Calm as an under-current, strong to draw, iv. 64
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel, i. 2
Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose, iv. 122
Calvert! it must not be unheard by them, ii. 308
Change me, some God, into that breathing rose, iii. 246
Chatsworth! thy stately mansion, and the pride, ii. 350
Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream, iii. 20
Child of the clouds! remote from every taint, iii. 242
Clarkson! it was an obstinate hill to climb, iii. 82
Closing the sacred Book which long has fed, iv. 80
Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars, iii. 83
Coldly we spake. The Saxons, overpowered, iv. 23
Come ye-who, if (which Heaven avert !) the Land, iii. 75
Companion! by whose buoyant Spirit cheered, iii. 181
Complacent Fictions were they, yet the same, iii. 198

Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell, ii. 316
Darkness surrounds us; seeking, we are lost, iv. 5
Days passed-and Monte Calvo would not clear, iii. 201
Days undefiled by luxury or sloth, iv. 293

Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs, iv. 72
Dear Child of Nature, let them rail, ii. 193

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
Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed, iv. 151
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
Desire we past illusions to recal, iv. 159

Desponding Father! mark this altered bough, ii. 327
Despond who will - I heard a voice exclaim, iv. 165
Destined to war from very infancy, v. 65

Did pangs of grief for lenient time too keen, iv. 162
Discourse was deemed Man's noblest attribute, iv. 221

Dishonoured Rock and Ruin! that, by law, iv. 104
Dogmatic Teachers, of the snow-white fur, ii. 331
Doomed as we are our native dust, iii. 142
Doubling and doubling with laborious walk, iv. 107
Down a swift Stream, thus far, a bold design, iv. 66
Dread hour! when, upheaved by war's sulphurous blast, iii. 150
Driven in by Autumn's sharpening air, i. 338

Earth has not anything to show more fair, ii. 833

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
Enlightened Teacher, gladly from thy hand, ii. 364
Enough! for see, with dim association, iv. 34
Enough of climbing toil !-Ambition treads, iv. 247
Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook, iv. 106
Enough of rose-bud lips, and eyes, iv. 360
Ere the Brothers through the gateway, iv. 341
Ere with cold beads of midnight dew, i. 251

Ere yet our course was graced with social trees, iii. 245
Eternal Lord! eased of a cumbrous load, iii. 216
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky, ii 170
Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress, ii. 325
Even so for me a Vision sanctified, ii. 304

Even such the contrast that, where'er we move, iv. 56
Even while I speak, the sacred roofs of France, iv. 82
Excuse is needless when with love sincere, ii. 298

Failing impartial measure to dispense, ii. 363
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate, iii. 11

Fair Lady! can I sing of flowers, ii. 38

Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy; how few, iii. 219
Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild, ii. 312
Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west, iii. 59
Fallen, and diffused into a shapeless heap, iii. 259
Fame tells of groves-from England far away, ii. 338
Fancy, who leads the pastimes of the glad, ii. 1
Farewell, thou little nook of mountain ground, i. 243
Far from my dearest friend, 'tis mine to rove, i. 4
Far from our home by Grasmere's quiet Lake, iv. 309
Father! to God himself we cannot give, iv. 72
Fear hath a hundred eyes, that all agree, iv. 55
Feel for the wrongs to universal ken, iv. 296
Festivals have I seen that were not names, iii. 62
Fit retribution, by the moral code, iv. 301

Five years have past; five summers, with the length, ii. 160
Flattered with promise of escape, iv. 260

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
For ever hallowed he this morning fair, iv. 11
For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes, iii. 144
Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs, iii. 203
Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose base, i. 359
For what contend the wise?-for nothing less, iv. 47
Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein, ii. 330
From Bolton's old monastic tower, iii. 269

From early youth I ploughed the restless Main, iv. 163
From false assumption rose, and, fondly hailed, iv. 28
From Little down to Least, in due degree, iv. 73
From low to high doth dissolution climb, iv. 81
From Rite and Ordinance abused they fled, iv. 68
From Stirling Castle we had seen, iii. 28
From the Baptismal hour, thro' weal and woe, iv. 79
From the dark chambers of dejection freed, ii. 311
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
Frowns are on every Muse's face, ii. 36

Furl we the sails, and pass with tardy oars, iv. 32

Genius of Raphael! if thy wings, ii. 231
Giordano, verily thy Pencil's skill, iv. 142
Glad sight! wherever new with old, ii. 39
Glide gently, thus for ever glide, i. 18

Glory to God! and to the Power who came, iv. 89

Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes, iii. 84

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
Grieve for the Man who hither came bereft, iii. 209

Had this effulgence disappeared, iv. 132
Hail, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night, iii. 121
Hail to the fields-with Dwellings sprinkled o'er, iii. 250
Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour, ii. 324
Hail, Virgin Queen! o'er many an envious bar, iv. 52
Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye, iii. 91
Happy the feeling from the bosom thrown, ii. 283
Hard task! exclaim the undisciplined, to lean, iv. 294
Hark! 'tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest, ii. 360
Harmonious Powers with Nature work, iv. 332

Harp! couldst thou venture, on thy boldest string, iv. 58
Hast thou seen, with flash incessant, v. 13

-Hast thou then survived, ii. 63

Haydon let worthier judges praise the skill, ii. 354
Here Man more purely lives, less oft doth fall, iv. 29
Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more, iii. 65
Here on their knees men swore the stones were black, iv. 176

Here pause the poet claims at least this praise, iii. 102
Here stood an Oak, that long had borne affixed, iv. 117
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
High on her speculative tower, iii. 157

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
Hopes, what are they?-Beads of morning, v. 10.
How art thou named? In search of what strange land, ii. 341
How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high, iv. 333
How beautiful, when up a lofty height, i. 326
How beautiful your presence, how benign, iv. 14
How blest the Maid whose heart-yet free, iii. 161
How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright, ii. 319
How disappeared he? Ask the newt and toad, iv. 112
How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled, iv. 50
How profitless the relics that we cull, iv. 119
How richly glows the water's breast, i. 17
How rich that forehead's calm expanse, i. 258
How sad a welcome! To each voyager, iv. 175
How shall I paint thee?-Be this naked stone, iii. 243
How soon-alas! did Man, created pure, iv. 28
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks, ii. 309
Humanity, delighting to behold, iii. 103
Hunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast, iii. 100

I am not One who much or oft delight, iv. 218

I come, ye little noisy Crew, v. 72

I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind, iii. 85
Jesu bless our slender Boat, iii, 138

If from the public way you turn your steps, i. 311
If Life were siumber on a bed of down, iv. 152
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
Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you, iii. 113
In youth from rock to rock I went, ii. 15

Jones! as from Calais southward you and I, iii. 60
I rose while yet the cattle, heat-opprest, iii. 260
I saw a Mother's eye intensely bent, iv. 74

I saw an aged Beggar in my waik, v. 46

I saw far off the dark top of a Pine, iii. 196

I saw the figure of a lovely Maid, iv. 59

Is Death, when evil against good has fought, iv. 299
I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold, iii. 2

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
Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill, iii. 197

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, iii. 264
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, ii. 304

It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown, ii. 166
It is not to be thought of that tlfe 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
It was an April morning: fresh and clear, i. 346

Just as those final words were peuned, the sun broke out in
power, i. 208

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 other bards of angels sing, i. 257.

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-favoured England! be not thou misled, iv. 291
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
Lord of the vale! astounding Flood, iii. 48
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