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Those breathing Tokens of your kind regard, iv. 321
Those had given earliest notice, as the lark, iv. 36
Those old credulities, to nature dear, iii. 198
Those silver clouds collected round the sun, ii. 197
Those words were uttered as in pensive mood, ii. 317
Though I beheld at first with blank surprise, ii. 360
Though joy attend Thee orient at the birth, iv. 113
Though many suns have risen and set, iv. 275
Though narrow be that old Man's cares, and near, ii. 329
Tho' searching damps and many an envious flaw, iii. 157
Though the bold wings of Poesy affect, ii. 335
Though the torrents from their fountains, ii. 44
Though to give timely warning and deter, iv. 302
Thou look'st upon me, and dost fondly think, iv. 148
Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise, iii. 151
Threats come which no submission may assuage, iv. 41
Three years she grew in sun and shower, ii. 107
Through shattered galleries, 'mid roofless halls, ii. 339
Thus all things lead to Charity, secured, iv. 83
Thus is the storm abated by the craft, iv. 38
Thy functions are ethereal, ii. 234

'Tis eight o'clock,-a clear March night, i. 295
'Tis gone-with old belief and dream, ii. 208
'Tis He whose yester-evening's high disdain, ii. 361
'Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined, v. 53
'Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold, iii. 130
'Tis said, that some have died for love, i. 254
'Tis said that to the brow of yon fair hill, ii. 351
'Tis spent-this burning day of June, ii. 67
To a good Man of most dear memory, v. 93

To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield, iii. 166
To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen, iii. 44

To kneeling Worshippers, no earthly floor, iv. 78

Too frail to keep the lofty vow, iii. 6

To public notice, with reluctance strong, v. 87
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men, iii. 64
Tradition, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw, iv. 105
Tranquillity! the sovereign aim wert thou, iv. 181
Troubled long with warring notions, v. 14
True is it that Ambrosio Salinero, v. 64

Twas Summer, and the sun had mounted high, vi. 19
Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, iii. 66

Under the shadow of a stately Pile, iii. 214
Ungrateful Country, if thou e'er forget, iv. 65
Unless to Peter's Chair the viewless wind, iv. 27
Unquiet childhood here by special grace, ii. 346
Untouched through all severity of cold, ii. 352
Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away, i. 280
Up to the throne of God is borne, iv. 270
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books, iv. 196
Up with me! up with me into the clouds, ii. 22
Urged by Ambition, who with subtlest skill, iv. 20
Uttered by whom, or how inspired-designed, iii. 140

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Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood, iii. 164
Vallombrosa-I longed in thy shadiest wood, iii. 212
Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent, iii. 74

Wait, prithee, wait! this answer Lesbia threw, ii. 345
Wanderer! that stoop'st so low, and com'st so near, iv. 137
Wausfell! this Household has a favoured lot, ii. 366
Ward of the Law!-dread Shadow of a King, ii. 337
Was it to disenchant, and to undo, iii. 136
Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, ii. 332
Watch, and be firm! for, soul-subduing vice, iv. 7
Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind, ii. 307
We can endure that He should waste our lands, iii. 98
Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air, v. 61
We had a female Passenger who came, iii. 64

We have not passed into a doleful City, iv. 177
Well have yon Railway Labourers to THIS ground, ii. 370
Well may'st thou halt-and gaze with brightening eye, ii. 284
Well sang the Bard who called the grave, in strains, iv. 106
Well worthy to be magnified are they, iv. 67
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground, i. 20
We saw, but surely in the motley crowd, iv. 172
We talked with open heart, and tongue, iv. 215
We walked along, while bright and red, iv. 213
What aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size, iii. 210
What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled, iii. 246
What awful perspective! while from our sight, iv. 88
What beast in wilderness or cultured field, iv. 37
What beast of chase hath broken from the cover, iii. 166
What crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by

ii. 114

What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine, i. 259
What He-who, 'mid the kindred throng, iii. 51
What if our numbers barely could defy, iii. 75
What is good for a bootless bene, iv. 237
What know we of the Blest above, iii. 143.

What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose, iii. 135
What mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret, iv. 136
What need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay, ii. 300
What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides, ii. 265
What though the Accused, upon his own appeal, iv. 255
What though the Italian pencil wrought not here, iii. 147
What way does the Wind come? What way does he go, i. 171
What, you are stepping westward?-Yea, iii. 17
When Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry, iv. 63
Whence that low voice?-A whisper from the heart, iii. 255
When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn, iii. 81
When first descending from the moorlands, v. 100
When haughty expectations prostrate lie, ii. 324
When here with Carthage Rome to conflict came, iii. 203
When human touch (as monkish books attest), ii. 328
When I have borne in memory what has tamed, iii. 70
When in the antique age of bow and spear, iv. 340
When, looking on the present face of things, iii. 73
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle, ii. 343
When Ruth was left half desolate, ii. 123

When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch, iii. 107
When thy great soul was freed from mortal chains, iv. 19
When, to the attractions of the busy world, i. 356

Where are they now, those wanton Boys, ii. 120
Where art thou, my beloved Son, i. 272

Where be the noisy followers of the game, iii. 174
Where be the temples which, in Britain's Isle, i. 233
Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends, ii. 339

Where lies the Land to which yon ship must go, 1i. 305
Where lies the truth? has Man, in wisdom's creed, iv. 143
Where long and deeply hath been fixed the root, iv. 34
Where towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds, iii. 221
Where will they stop, those breathing powers, ii. 221
While Anna's peers and early playmates tread, ii. 343
While beams of orient light shoot wide and high, ii. 366
While flowing rivers yield a blameless sport, ii. 295
While from the purpling east departs, iv. 272
While Merlin paced the Cornish sands, iii. 224
While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields, ii. 318
While poring Antiquarians search the ground, ii. 349
While the Poor gather round, till the end of time, iv. 118
Who but hails the sight with pleasure, ii. 34

Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high, iv. 142
Who comes-with rapture greeted, and caressed, iv. 60
Who fancied what a pretty sight, ii. 31

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he, iv. 234
Who ponders National events shall find, iv. 291
Who rashly strove thy Image to portray, iv. 286
Who rises on the banks of Seine, iii. 78

Who swerves from innocence, who makes divorce, iii. 261
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant, ii. 354
Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore, iii. 174
Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings, ii. 291
Why should the Enthusiast, journeying through this Isle, iv. 145

Why should we weep or mourn,-Angelic boy, v. 84
Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, iv. 90
Why stand we gazing on the sparkling Brine, iv. 160
Why, William, on that old grey stone, iv. 194

Wild Redbreast! hadst thou at Jemima's lip, ii. 342
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe, i. 200

With copious eulogy in prose or rhyme, v. 90
With each recurrence of this glorious morn, ii. 298

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky, ii. 325
Within her gilded cage confined, ii. 40

Within our happy Castle there dwelt One, i. 245
Within the mind strong fancies work, ii. 182
With little here to do or see, ii. 18

With sacrifice before the rising morn, ii. 171
With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, ii. 306
Woe to the Crown that doth the Cowl obey, iv. 21
Woe to you, Prelates! rioting in ease, iv. 39
Woman! the Power who left his throne on high, iv. 76
Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken flight, ii. 224
Would that our scrupulous Sires had dared to leave, iv. 80

Ye Apennines! with all your fertile vales, iii. 184
Ye brood of conscience-Spectres! that frequent, iv. 300
Ye Lime-trees, ranged before this hallowed Urn, v. 3
Ye sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth, ii. 335

Ye shadowy Beings, that have rights and claims, iv. 173
Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace, ii. 300
Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear, iv. 71

Yes, it was the mountain Echo, ii. 169

Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved, i. 258

Yes, though He well may tremble at the sound, iv. 304
Ye Storms, resound the praises of your King, iii. 104.
Yet are they here the same unbroken knot, ii. 122

Yet many a Novice of the cloistral shade, iv. 42
Yet more-round many a Convent's blazing fire, iv. 40
Ye, too, must fly before a chasing hand, iv. 43
Ye Trees! whose slender roots entwine, iii. 217
Yet Truth is keenly sought for, and the wind, iv. 61
Yet, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes, iii. 96
Ye vales and hills whose beauty hither drew, v. 102
You call it, "Love lies bleeding,"
"-so you may, ii. 56
You have heard a Spanish Lady, i. 328

YOUNG ENGLAND-what is then become of Old, iv. 295

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