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
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,
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
Southey, Edith May, 653 Southey (Inscription for monu- ment), 784
her Firstborn Child, 706 Upon the birth of
(Happy the feeling),
(Look at the fate of
Spinning Wheel, Song for the, 406
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
Star and the Glow-worm, The, Staffa, Cave of (Four Son.), 721 569
Star-gazers, 349,
Star, Slowly-sinking, 576 Stars are Mansions, The, 579 Staub-bach, On approaching the, Statesman, The, 766 584
Steamboats, Viaducts, and Rail- ways, 725 Stepping stones, Son.), 601 Stone, F., Lines suggested by a Stepping Westward, 192 Portrait from the pencil of (Two Poems), 733 Storm, Composed during a, 573 Stray Pleasures, 348
Stream, Composed on the Banks
Stream, On the Banks of a rocky,
Stream, Tributary, 603
Streams, The unremitting Voice Streams (The Duddon), 605 of nightly, 794
Summer Vacation (Prelude), 257 Sunset (France), 179 Swan, The, 576
Sweden, The King of, 180 Sweden, The King of, 390
(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.
Tour on the Continent (1820), Memorials of a, 580
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
Switzerland, Subjugation of, 361 Twilight (Evening Voluntaries),
Tell, Effusion in the presence of TABLES Turned, The, 85 Temptations from Roman Re- Tower of, 586 finements, 611
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.
"Discipline the rule whereof is passion." LORD BROOKE.
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 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,
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,
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,
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
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
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,
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,
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,
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,
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
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