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Lo! where the Moon along the sky, iv. 22
Lowther in thy majestic Pile are seen, iv. 18
Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells, iii. 170
Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live, ii. 117

Man's life is like a Sparrow, mighty King, iv. 12
Mark how the feathered tenants of the flood, ii. 194
Mark the concentred hazels that enclose, ii. 315
Meek Virgin Mother, more benign, iii. 145
Men of the Western World! in Fate's dark book, iv. 292
Men, who have ceased to reverence, soon defy, iv. 54
Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road, iv. 4
Methinks that I could trip o'er heaviest soil, iv. 53
Methinks that to some vacant hermitage, iv. 16
Methinks 'twere no unprecedented feat, iii. 258
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne, ii. 303
'Mid crowded obelisks and urns, iii. 9
Mid-noon is past;-upon the sultry mead, iii. 257
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour, iii. 68
Mine ear has rung, my spirit sunk subdued, iv. 85
Miserrimus! and neither name nor date, ii. 348
Monastic Domes! following my downward way, iv. 82
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes, iv. 192
Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost, iv. 44
Motions and Means, on land and sea at war, iv. 183
My frame hath often trembled with delight, iii. 254
My heart leaps up when I behold, i. 166

Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands, i. 43
Near Anio's stream, I spied a gentle Dove, iii. 202
Never enlivened with the liveliest ray, ii. 57
Next morning Troilus began to clear, v. 39
No fiction was it of the antique age, iii. 248
No more the end is sudden and abrupt, iv. 120
No mortal object did these eyes behold, ii. 301
No record tells of lance opposed to lance, iii. 260
Nor scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend, iv. 13
Nor shall the eternal roll of praise reject, iv. 62
Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid, iv. 9
Not a breath of air, ii. 99
Not envying Latian shades-if yet they throw, iii. 242
Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep, iii. 262
Not in the lucid intervals of life, iv. 126

Not in the mines beyond the western main, iv. 192
Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly, iii. 139
Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell, ii. 314
Not 'mid the world's vain objects that enslave, iii. 85
Not sedentary all: there are who roam, iv. 18
Not seldom, clad in radiant vest, v. 14

Not so that Pair whose youthful spirits dance, iii. 248
Not the whole warbling grove in concert heard, ii. 344
Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew, iv. 168
Not to the object specially designed, iv. 299

Not utterly unworthy to endure, iv. 44

Not without heavy grief of heart did He, v. 66
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, iii. 10€
Now that the farewell tear is dried, iii. 153
Now we are tired of boisterous joy, iii. 35

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, iv. 326
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, ii. 283

Oak of Guernica! Tree of holier power, iii. 97
O blithe New-comer! I have heard, ii. 96
O dearer far than light and life are dear, i. 259
O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain, iii. 89
O'erweening Statesmen have full long relied, iii. 99
O Flower of all that springs from gentle blood, v. 66
Of mortal parents is the Hero born, iii. 86

O for a dirge! But why complain, v. 88

O, for a kindling touch from that pure flame, iii. 114
O for the help of Angels to complete, iii. 137

O Friend! I know not which way I must look, iii. 67

Oft have I caught, upon a fitful breeze, iv. 169

Oft have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my cheek, ii. 299
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, i. 178

Oft is the medal faithful to its trust, v. 2

O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee, ii. 292
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus, i. 285

Oh Life! without thy chequered scene, iii. 143
Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy, ii. 167

Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech, ii. 362
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter, iv. 346
O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously (quoth she), v. 17
O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot, iii. 250
Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee, iii. 62
Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky), iv. 334
Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned, i. 281

Once more the Church is seized with sudden fear, iv. 38
Once on the top of Tynwald's formal mound, iv. 164
One might believe that natural miseries, iii. 71

One morning (raw it was and wet, i. 279

One who was suffering tumult in his soul, ii. 320

On his morning rounds the Master, iv. 225

O Nightingale! thou surely art, ii. 106

On, loitering Muse-the swift Stream chides us-on, iii. 249

O now that the genius of Bewick were mine, v. 58

On to Iona !-What can she afford, iv. 175
Open your gates, ye everlasting Piles, iv. 86
O there is blessing in this gentle breeze, v. 115
O thou who movest onward with a mind, v. 62
O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought, i. 198
Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine, iv. 302
Our walk was far among the ancient trees, i. 355
Outstretching flame-ward his upbraided hand, iv. 50

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, ii. 23

Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep, iv. 98
Pastor and Patriot !-at whose bidding rise, iv. 150
Patriots informed with Apostolic light, iv. 68
Pause, courteous Spirit !-Balbi supplicates, v. 67
Pause, Traveller! whosoe'er thou be, v. 12
Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side, ii. 287
People! your chains are severing link by link, iv. 288
Perhaps some needful service of the State, v. 61
Pleasures newly found are sweet, ii. 26
Portentous change when History can appear, iv. 290

Praised be the Art whose subtle power could stay, ii. 290
Praised be the Rivers, from their mountain springs, iv. 36
Prejudged by foes determined not to spare, iv. 57
Presentiments! they judge not right, ii. 213
Prompt transformation works the novel Lore, iv. 13
Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of old, ii. 369
Pure element of waters! wheresoe'er, ii. 331

Queen of the stars !—so gentle, so benign, iv. 140

Ranging the heights of Scawfell or Black-comb, iv. 158
Rapt above earth by power of one fair face, iii. 216
Realms quake by turns: proud Arbitress of grace, iv. 25
Record we too, with just and faithful pen, iv. 30
Redoubted King, of courage leonine, iv. 25
Reluctant call it was; the rite delayed, iv. 288
Rest, rest, perturbed Earth, v. 86

Return, Content! for fondly I pursued, iii. 258
Rise!-they have risen: of brave Aneurin ask, iv. 8
Rotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was grey, ii. 347
Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen, v. 5

Sacred Religion! mother of form and fear, iii. 253

Sad thoughts, avaunt !-partake we their blithe cheer, iii. 256
Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud, iv. 289
Say, what is Honour?-'Tis the finest sense, iii. 91
Say, ye far-travelled clouds, far-seeing hills, iv. 99
Scattering, like birds escaped the fowler's net, iv. 52
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, ii. 309
Screams round the Arch-druid's brow the sea-mew-white, iv. 3.
Seek who will delight in fable, i. 213

See the Condemned alone within his cell, iv. 304

See what gay wildflowers deck this earth-built Cot, iv. 108
See, where his difficult way that Old Man wins, iii. 218
Serene, and fitted to embrace, ii. 177

Serving no haughty Muse, my hands have here, ii. 364
Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald, ii. 28

Shame on this faithless heart! that could allow, ii. 336
She dwelt among the untrodden ways, i. 250
She had a tall man's height or more, ii. 118
She was a Phantom of delight, ii. 105
Shout, for a mighty Victory is won, iii. 76
Show me the noblest Youth of present time, ii. 198
Shun not this Rite, neglected, yea abhorred, iv. 78
Since risen from ocean, ocean to defy, iv. 166
Six months to six years added he remained, v. 69
Six thousand veterans practised in war's game, iii. 30
Small service is true service while it lasts, iv. 353
Smile of the Moon !-for so I name, i. 260

So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, iv. 284

Soft as a cloud is yon blue Ridge-the Mere, iv. 128'
Sole listener, Duddon ! to the breeze that played, iii. 244
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands, iv. 222
Stay, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs, v. 6
Stay, little heerful in! stay, iv. 329

Stay near me-do not take thy flight, i. 166
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God, iv. 231

Strange fits of passion have I known, i. 249
Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones, v. 7
Stretched on the dying Mother's lap, lies dead, iv. 180
Such age how beautiful! O Lady bright, ii. 346
Such fruitless questions may not long beguile, iii. 252
Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind, ii. 302
Sweet Flower! belike one day to have, v. 78
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower, iii. 13
Sweet is the holiness of Youth-so felt, iv. 48
Swiftly turn the murmuring wheel, ii. 33
Sylph was it? or a Bird more bright, ii. 58

Take, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take, iii. 244
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, iv. 87
Tell me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold, ii. 3
Tenderly do we feel by Nature's law, iv. 298
Thanks for the lessons of this Spot-fit school, iv. 178
That happy gleam of vernal eyes, iv. 328

That heresies should strike (if truth be scanned, iv. 7
That is work of waste and ruin, i. 168

That way look, my Infant, lo, ii. 59

The Baptist might have been ordained to cry, iii. 215
The Bard-whose soul is meek as dawning day, iii. 114
The captive Bird was gone;-to cliff or moor, iv. 168
The cattle crowding round this beverage clear, iv. 149
The cock is crowing, ii. 116

The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love, iv. 137

The Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair, iv. 240
The days are cold, the nights are long, i. 275

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink, i. 194
The embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine, v. 1
The encircling ground in native turf arrayed, iv. 86
The fairest, brightest hues of ether fade, ii. 289
The feudal Keep, the bastions of Cohorn, iv. 160
The fields which with covetous spirit we sold, i. 270
The floods are roused, and will not soon be weary, iv. 182
The forest huge of ancient Caledon, iv. 116

The formal World relaxes her cold chain, iv. 305
The gallant Youth, who may have gained, iv. 93
The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed, ii. 229
The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains, iii. 1
The God of Love-ah, benedicite! v. 26

The imperial Consort of the Fairy-king, ii. 294
The imperial Stature, the colossal stride, ii. 337
The Kirk of Ulpha to the pilgrim's eye, iii. 262
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor, ii. 148
The Land we from our fathers had in trust, iii. 87
The leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned hill, iv. 130
The linnet's warble, sinking towards a close, iv. 127
-The little hedge-row birds, v. 60

The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek, iv. 42
The Lovers took within this ancient grove, iv. 117
The martial courage of a day is vain, iii. 92
The massy Ways, carried across these heights, v. 9
The Minstrels played their Christmas tune, iii. 240
The most alluring clouds that mount the sky, ii. 356
The old inventive Poets, had they seen, iii. 254
The oppression of the tumult-wrath and scorn, iv. 9
The peace which others seek they find, i. 254



The pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute, iv. 102
The post-boy drove with fierce career, i. 175
The power of Armies is a visible thing, iii. 101
The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed, ii. 302
There are no colours in the fairest sky, iv. 62
There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear, iii. 71
There is a change-and I am poor, i. 256
There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine, v. 57
There is a little unpretending Rill, ii. 287
There is an Eminence,-of these our hills, i. 351
There is a pleasure in poetic pains, ii. 322
There is a Thorn-it looks so old, ii. 138

There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, ii. 100
There never breathed a man who, when his life, v. 63

"There!" said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride, iv. 178
There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,

i. 193

There's more in words than I can teach, i. 335

There's not a nook within this solemn Pass, iv. 101
There's something in a flying horse, ii. 244

There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs, ii. 95
There was a roaring in the wind all night, ii. 132
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, v. 104
The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die, iv. 298
The Sabbath bells renew the inviting peal, iv. 77
The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned, iv. 49.
These times strike monied worldlings with dismay, iii. 72
These Tourists, Heaven preserve us! needs must live, i. 218
The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! v. 81

The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, ii. 323
-The sky is overcast, ii. 98
The soaring lark is blest as proud, iv. 319
The Spirit of Antiquity-enshrined, iii. 132

The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand, ii. 326
The struggling Rill insensibly is grown, iii. 247
The sun has long been set, iv. 131

The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, iv. 124
The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire, iv. 123
The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields, iv. 249

The tears of man in various measure gush, iv. 48
The Troop will be impatient; let us hie, i. 74

The turbaned Race are poured in thickening swarms, iv. 24

The unremitting voice of nightly streams, iv. 259
The valley rings with mirth and joy, i. 186

The Vested Priest before the Altar stands, iv. 76
The Virgin Mountain, wearing like a Queen, iv. 56
The Voice of Song from distant lands shall call, iii. 63
The wind is now thy organist ;-a clank, iv. 100
The woman-hearted Confessor prepares, iv. 22
The world forsaken, all its busy cares, iii. 209
The world is too much with us, late and soon, ii. 306
They called Thee Merry England, in old time, iv. 145
They dreamt not of a perishable home, iv. 88
The Young-ones gathered in from hill and dale, iv. 74
They seek, are sought; to daily battle led, iii. 101
They-who have seen the noble Roman's scorn, iii. 200
This Height a ministering Angel might select, ii. 195
This Land of Rainbows spanning glens whose walls, iv. 103
This Lawn, a carpet all alive, iv. 254

This Spot-at once unfolding sight so fair, iv. 297

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