Lo! where the Moon along the sky, iv. 22 Man's life is like a Sparrow, mighty King, iv. 12 Men of the Western World! in Fate's dark book, iv. 292 iv. 82 Mid-noon is past;-upon the sultry mead, iii. 257 Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands, i. 43 Not envying Latian shades-if yet they throw, iii. 242 Not in the mines beyond the western main, iv. 192 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 Oak of Guernica! Tree of holier power, iii. 97 O dearer far than light and life are dear, i. 259 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 is the medal faithful to its trust, v. 2 O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee, ii. 292 Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech, ii. 362 O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously (quoth she), v. 17 O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot, iii. 250 Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned, i. 281 Once more the Church is seized with sudden fear, iv. 88 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 Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, ii. 23 Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep, iv. 98 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 Portentous change when History can appear, iv. 290 Praised be the Art whose subtle power could stay, ii. 290 Prompt transformation works the novel Lore, iv. 13 Queen of the stars !-so gentle, so benign, iv. 140 Ranging the heights of Scawfell or Black-comb, iv. 158 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 Sacred Religion! mother of form and fear, iii. 253 Sad thoughts, avaunt !-partake we their blithe cheer, iii. 256 Say, what is Honour?-Tis the finest sense, iii. 91 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. See the Condemned alone within his cell, iv. 304 See what gay wildflowers deck this earth-built Cot, iv. 108 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 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 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 cheerful Robin! 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 Take, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take, iii. 244 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 heresies should strike (if truth be scanned, iv. 7 That way look, my Infant, lo, ii. 59 The Baptist might have been ordained to cry, iii. 215 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 feudal Keep, the bastions of Cohorn, iv. 160 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 Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor, ii. 148 The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek, iv. 42 The pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute, iv. 102 The power of Armies is a visible thing, iii. 101 There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear, iii. 71 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. The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, ii. 323 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 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 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 clanka, iv. 100 This Land of Rainbows spanning glens whose walls, iv. 103 This Spot-at once unfolding sight so fair, iv. 297 |