Sonnet, October 1803 (One
might believe), 200
Sonnet, October 1803 (These
times strike monied world-
lings), 200

Sonnet, October 1803 (When
looking on the present face of
things), 201

Sonnet, November 1806 (An-
Sonnet, November 1813 (Now
other year), 356
Sonnet, November 1, 1815 (How
that all hearts are glad), 408
Sonnet, November 1836 (Even
clear, how keen), 544

so for me), 746

Thanksgiving after Childbirth,
There was a Boy, 113
635
Thomson's "Castle of Indol-
ence," Written in Pocket Copy
Thorn, The, 76
of, 182

Thun, Memorial near the Lake
Thrush, The (Two Son.), 765
of, 584
Tillbrook, 544

Thrasymene, Near the Lake of
(Two Son.), 756

Tintern Abbey, Lines composed
Tilsbury Vale, Farmer of, 202
a few miles above, 93

in her seventieth year,

Schwytz, 586

Scottish Covenanters, Persecu-
tion of the, 631

Scott, Sir Walter, Departure of,
693

Spaniards (Three Son.), 392
Spade of a Friend, To the, 211
Spanish Guerillas, The French
Spanish Guerillas, 397
and the, 393

Sound of Mull, In the, 696

Το

School-Time,

Childhood and

Sound, The Power of, 665

657

(Prelude), 235

Southey, Edith May, 653
Southey (Inscription for monu-
ment), 784

Το

To

her Firstborn Child, 706
Upon the birth of

To

654

To

(Happy the feeling),

(Look at the fate of

Summer Flowers), 644

To

(Miscellaneous Son-

Spinning Wheel, Song for the,
406

nets-Conclusion), 658

Το

(Mrs. Wordsworth,

Two Poems), 643

Sponsors, 634

To

(The Haunted Tree),

Sobieski, John, 556

Solitary Reaper, The, 192
Solitary, The (Excursion), 428
Solitude (The Duddon), 602
Somnambulist, The, 726

Song at the Feast of Brougham
Castle, 363

Song for the Spinning Wheel,
406

Song for the Wandering Jew, 151
Sonnet, The, 655

Sonnet, June 1820 (Fame tells
of groves), 580
Sonnet, September 1, 1802 (We

had a female Passenger), 180
Sonnet, September 1802 (Inland,
within a hollow vale), 181
Sonnet, September 1815 (While
not a leaf seems faded), 543

Sparrow's Nest, The, 156
Spinning Wheel, 576

745

(Wait, prithee, wait?

Torrent at Devil's Bridge, 646
Tour among the Alps (1791-2),
(Descriptive Sketches), 10
Tour in Italy (1837), Memorials
of a, 746

Tour in Scotland (1803), Me-
morials of a, 188

Tour in Scotland (1814), Me-
morials of a, 534

Tour in Scotland (1831), 691
Tour in the Summer of 1833.

711

Tour on the Continent (1820),
Memorials of a, 580

Toussaint
180

L'Ouverture, To,

Tradition, 604

Tradition, American, 602
Tradition, Fancy and, 699
Trajan, The Pillar of, 652
Translation of the Bible, 625
Transubstantiation, 621

Triad, The, 659

Tributary Stream, 603

Troilus and Cresida, 165

Trosachs, The, 695

Turtle-dove, The Poet and the
Caged, 687

Twilight, 544

that detail which its importance calls for,
and which will allow opportunities to give
the merited applause to PERSONS as well as
to THINGS.

The ode was published along with other
pieces, now interspersed through this
volume.

Page 548

"Discipline the rule whereof is passion."
LORD BROOKE.

Page 556

The event is thus recorded in the journals
of the day" When the Austrians took
Hockheim, in one part of the engagement
they got to the brow of the hill, whence
they had their first view of the Rhine.
They instantly halted-not a gun was fired
-not a voice heard: they stood gazing on
the river with those feelings which the
events of the last fifteen years at once
called up.
Prince Schwartzenberg rode
up to know the cause of this sudden stop;
they then gave three cheers, rushed after
the enemy, and drove them into the water."

city. Mr. Southey, in the "Poet's Pil-
grimage," speaks of it in lines which I
cannot deny myself the pleasure of connect-
ing with my own.

"Time hath not wronged her, nor hath ruin
sought

Rudely her splendid structures to destroy,
Save in those recent days, with evil fraught,
When mutability, in drunken joy
Triumphant, and from all restraint released,
Let loose her fierce and many-headed beast.
But for the scars in that unhappy rage

Inflicted, firm she stands and undecayed;
Like our first Sires, a beautiful old age

Is hers in venerable years arrayed;
And yet, to her, benignant stars may bring,
What fate denies to man,—a second spring.
When I may read of tilts in days of old,

And tourneys graced by Chieftains of renown,
Fair dames, grave citizens, and warriors bold,
If fancy would pourtray some stately town,
Which for such pomp fit theatre should be,
Fair Brugès, I shall then remember thee."

In

In this city are many vestiges of the
splendour of the Burgundian Dukedom,
and the long black mantle universally worn
by the females is probably a remnant of
the old Spanish connection, which, if I do
not much deceive myself, is traceable in
the grave deportment of its inhabitants.
Bruges is comparatively little disturbed by
that curious contest, or rather conflict, of
Flemish with French propensities in matters
of taste, so conspicuous through other parts
of Flanders. The hotel to which we drove
at Ghent furnished an odd instance.
the passages were paintings and statues,
after the antique, of Hebe and Apollo; and
in the garden a little pond, about a yard
and a half in diameter, with a weeping
willow bending over it, and under the shade
of that tree, in the centre of the pond, a
wooden painted statue of a Dutch or
Flemish boor, looking ineffably tender upon
his mistress, and embracing her. A living
duck, tethered at the feet of the sculptured
lovers, alternately tormented a miserable
eel and itself with endeavours to escape from
its bonds and prison. Had we chanced to
espy the hostess of the hotel in this quaint
rural retreat, the exhibition would have been
complete. She was a true Flemish figure,
in the dress of the days of Holbein; her

A BARKING Sound the Shepherd hears, 214

A Book came forth of late, called Peter Bell, 579
A bright-haired company of youthful slaves, 612
Abruptly paused the strife;-the field through-
out, 556

A dark plume fetch me from yon blasted yew, 603
Adieu, Rydalian Laurels! that have grown, 711
Advance come forth from thy Tyrolean ground,
388

Aerial Rock-whose solitary brow, 574

A famous man is Robin Hood, 193

Affections lose their object; Time brings forth,
794

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by, 354
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, 633
Age! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers,

196

Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide, 769
A humming bee a little tinkling rill, 440
Ah, when the Body, round which in love we
clung, 614

Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue nor pen, 391
Ah why deceive ourselves! by no mere fit, 762
Aid, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light,
627

Alas! what boots the long laborious quest, 388
A little onward lend thy guiding hand, 56ɔ
All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed, 771
A love-lorn Maid, at some far-distant time, 604
Ambition-following down this far-famed slope,

591

Amid a fertile region green with wood, 698
Amid the smoke of cities did you pass, 142
Amid this dance of objects sadness steals, 583
Among a grave fraternity of Monks, 735
Among all lovely things my Love had been, 171
Among the dwellers in the silent fields, 782
Among the dwellings framed by birds, 705
Among the mountains were we nursed, loved
Stream, 712

A month, sweet Little-ones, is past, 361
An age hath been when Earth was proud, 564
A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags, 143
And has the Sun his flaming chariot driven, i
And is it among rude untutored Dales, 389
And is this-Yarrow?-This the Stream, 538
And, not in vain embodied to the sight, 620
And shall, the Pontiff asks, profaneness flow, 617
And what is Penance with her knotted thong, 623
And what melodious sounds at times prevail, 620
An Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow
bold, 348

Another year!-another deadly blow, 356
A pen-to register; a key, 640

A Pilgrim, when the summer day, 569

A plague on your languages, German and Norse,

124

A pleasant music floats along the Mere, 616

A Poet! He hath put his heart to school, 774
A point of life between my Parents' dust, 712
Army of Clouds! ye wingèd Host in troops, 781
A Rock there is whose homely front, 690
A Roman Master stands on Grecian ground, 392
Around a wild and woody hill, 584
Arran! a single-crested Teneriffe, 719
Art thou a Statist in the van, 115

Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, 172
As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest, 620
-A simple Child, 74

As indignation mastered grief, my tongue, 762
As leaves are to the tree whereon they grow, 763
A slumber did my spirit seal, 115

As often as I murmur here, 687

As star that shines dependent upon star, 633
As the cold aspect of a sunless way, 575

A Stream, to mingle with your favourite Dee, 645
A sudden conflict rises from the swell, 632
As, when a storm hath ceased, the birds regain,
611

As with the Stream our voyage we pursue, 618
At early dawn, or rather when the air, 574
A Traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain, 21
A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, 693
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight
appears, 72

Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind, 393

A voice, from long-expecting thousands sent, 631
A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found, 643
Avon--a precious, an immortal name, 698
A weight of awe not easy to be borne, 725
A whirl-blast from behind the hill, 84

A winged Goddess-clothed in vesture wrought,
581

A youth too certain of his power to wade, 717

BARD of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made,
546

Beaumont! it was thy wish that I should rear, 212
Before I see another day, 86

Before the world had past her time of youth, 768
Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, 145
Beguiled into forgetfulness of care, 733
Behold an emblem of our human mind, 794
Behold a pupil of the monkish gown, 615
Behold her, single in the field, 192
Behold, within the leafy shade, 156
Beloved Vale! I said, when I shall con, 352
Beneath the concave of an April sky, 562
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed, 186
Beneath yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound, 405
Be this the chosen site, the virgin sod, 638
Between two sister moorland rills, 120
Bishops and Priests, blessed are ye, if deep, 633
Black Demons hovering o'er his mitred head,
618

Blest is this Isle-our native Land, 641

steps, 257

Broken in fortune, but in mind entire, 718
Brook and road, 112

Brook! whose society the Poet seeks, 546
Bruges I saw attired with golden light, 581
But Cytherea, studious to invent, 557

But here no cannon thunders to the gale, 606
But liberty, and triumphs on the Main, 638
But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book, 625
But, to remote Northumbria's royal Hall, 613
But what if One, through grove or flowery mead,
615

But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord,
621

By a blest Husband guided, Mary came, 743
By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred,
586

By Art's bold privilege Warrior and War-horse
stand, 771

By chain yet stronger must the Soul be tied, 635
By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze, 555
By playful smiles, (alas, too oft, 647

By such examples moved to unbought pains, 615
By their floating mill, 348

By vain affections unenthralled, 647

CALL not the royal Swede unfortunate, 390
Calm as an under-current, strong to draw, 631
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel, 3
Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose, 702
Calvert! it must not be unheard by them, 356
Change me, some God, into that breathing rose,
600

Chatsworth! thy stately mansion, and the pride,
689

Child of loud-throated War! the mountain

747

Complacent Fictions were they, yet the same, 754

DARK and more dark the shades of evening fell, 182
Darkness surrounds us; seeking, we are lost, 610
Days passed-and Monte Calvo would not clear,
755

Days undefiled by luxury or sloth, 790

Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the
needs, 634

Dear Child of Nature, let them rail, 221

Dear fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse,
581

Dear native regions, I foretell, 2

Dear Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould, 557
Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed, 713
Deep is the lamentation! Not alone, 625

Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord, 195
Departed Child! I could forget thee once, 396
Departing summer hath assumed, 577
Deplorable his lot who tills the ground, 619
Desire we past illusions to recall, 716
Desponding Father! mark this altered bough,

744

Despond who will-I heard a voice exclaim, 718
Destined to war from very infancy, 395

Did pangs of grief for lenient time too keen, 717
Discourse was deemed Man's noblest attribute,
793

Dishonoured Rock and Ruin! that, by law, 696
Dogmatic Teachers, of the snow-white fur, 578
Doomed as we are our native dust, 584
Doubling and doubling with laborious walk, 697
Down a swift Stream, thus far, a bold design, 632
Dread hour! when, upheaved by war's sulphur-
ous blast, 587

Driven in by Autumn's sharpening air, 732

EARTH has not anything to show more fair, 178
Eden! till now thy beauty had I viewed, 724
Emperors and Kings, how oft have temples rung,

557

England the time is come when thou should'st
wean, 201

Enlightened Teacher, gladly from thy hand, 784
Enough! for see, with dim association, 621
Enough of climbing toil !--Ambition treads, 564
Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook, 696
Enough of rose-bud lips, and eyes, 677
Ere the Brothers through the gateway, 346
Ere with cold beads of midnight dew, 649
Ere yet our course was graced with social trees,
600
Eternal Lord! eased of a cumbrous load, 761
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky, 648
Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress, 545
Even as a river,-partly (it might seem), 299
Even so for me a Vision sanctified, 746

Even such the contrast that, where'er we move, 628
Even while I speak, the sacred roofs of France,
637

Excuse is needless when with love sincere, 654

FAILING impartial measure to dispense, 765
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate, 152
Fair Lady! can I sing of flowers, 788
Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy; how
few, 762

Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild, 655
Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west, 178
Fallen, and diffused into a shapeless heap, 605
Fame tells of groves-from England far away,
580

Fancy, who leads the pastimes of the glad, 658
Farewell, deep Valley, with thy one rude House,
469

Farewell, thou little nook of mountain-ground,

Flattered with promise of escape, 673

Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale, 197
Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep,
355

For action born, existing to be tried, 756
Forbear to deem the Chronicler unwise, 754
For ever hallowed be this morning fair, 613
For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes, 585
Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs,
755

Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose base,
786

For thirst of power that Heaven disowns, 794
Forth rushed from Envy sprung and Self-conceit,
766

For what contend the wise?-for nothing less, 625
Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein, 745
From Bolton's old monastic tower, 367

From early youth I ploughed the restless Main,
718

From false assumption rose, and, fondly hailed,
619

From Little down to Least, in due degree, 634
From low to high doth dissolution climb, 637
From Nature doth emotion come, and moods, 324
From Rite and Ordinance abused they fled, 632
From Stirling Castle we had seen, 195

From that time forth, Authority in France, 314
From the Baptismal hour, thro' weal and woe, 636
From the dark chambers of dejection freed, 539
From the fierce aspect of this River, throwing, 584
From the Pier's head, musing, and with increase,
596

From this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams
play, 602

Frowns are on every Muse's face, 653

Furl we the sails, and pass with tardy oars, 620

GENIUS of Raphael! if thy wings, 664
Giordano, verily thy Pencil's skill, 793
Glad sight! wherever new with old, 788
Glide gently, thus for ever glide, 10

Glory to God! and to the Power who came, 640
Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes, 658
Go, faithful Portrait ! and where long hath knelt,
690

Grant, that by this unsparing hurricane, 625
Grateful is Sleep, my life in stone bound fast, 355
Great men have been among us; hands that
penned, 181

Greta, what fearful listening! when huge stones,

712

Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend, 576
Grieve for the Man who hither came bereft, 758

HAD this effulgence disappeared, 572
Hail, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night, 546
Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped-to gird,
482

Hail to the fields-with Dwellings sprinkled o'er,
602

Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour,
544

Hail, Virgin Queen! o'er many an envious bar,
627

Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye, 389
Happy the feeling from the bosom thrown, 654
Hard task! exclaim the undisciplined, to lean,
763

Hark! 'tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest, 765

Here stood an Oak, that long had borne affixed,
699

Here, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing, 783
Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, 81
Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat, 654
"High bliss is only for a higher state," 779
High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you,
360

High in the breathless hall the Minstrel sate, 363
High is our calling, Friend!-Creative Art, 540
High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted
Down, 775

High on her speculative tower, 590

His simple truths did Andrew glean, 145
Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are, 628
Homeward we turn. Isle of Columba's Cell, 723
Hope rules a land for ever green, 662

Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, 722
Hopes, what are they?-Beads of morning, 570
How art thou named? In search of what strange
land, 646

How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high, 793
How beautiful, when up a lofty height, 779
How beautiful your presence, how benign, 614
How blest the Maid whose heart-yet free, 591
How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright,

544

How disappeared he? Ask the newt and toad,
697

How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled, 626
How profitless the relics that we cull, 700
How richly glows the water's breast, 9
How rich that forehead's calm expanse, 644
How sad a welcome! To each voyager, 722
How shall I paint thee?-Be this naked stone, 600
How soon-alas! did Man, created pure, 619
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks, 352
Humanity, delighting to behold, 555
Hunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast, 393

I AM not One who much or oft delight, 351
I come, ye little noisy Crew, 116

I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind, 387
If from the public way you turn your steps, 131
If Life were slumber on a bed of down, 713
If Nature, for a favourite child, 117

If there be prophets on whose spirits rest, 610
If these brief Records, by the Muses' art, 658
If the whole weight of what we think and feel,
655

If this great world of joy and pain, 709

If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven, 705
If thou in the dear love of some one Friend, 154
If to Tradition faith be due, 701

If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share, 764
I grieved for Buonaparté, with a vain, 177