Surprised by Joy—Impatient as the Wind
Methought I Saw the Footsteps of a Throne
Weak is the Will of Man, his Judgment Blind
It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free
Where Lies the Land to which yon Ship must Go ?
With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh
The World is Too Much with Us; Late and Soon
A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth are Found
How Sweet it is when Mother Fancy Rocks
Personal Talk .
TO R. B. Haydon, Esq.
From the Dark Chambers of Dejection Freed
Fair Prime of Life! were it Enough to Gild
I Heard (Alas ! 'twas only in a Dream)
To the Memory of Raisley Calvert
Scorn not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have Frowned
Not Love, nor War, nor the Tumultuous Swell
While not a Leaf seems Faded, -while the Fields
How Clear, how Keen, how Marvellously Bright
Composed During a Storm
To a Snowdrop
Composed a Few Days after the Foregoing
To Lady Beaumont .
To the Lady Mary Lowther
There is a Pleasure in Poetic Pains
The Shepherd Looking Eastward, Softly Said .
Hail, Twilight, Sovereign of One Peaceful Hour !
With how Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st the Sky
Even as the Dragon's Eye that Feels the Stress
Mark the Concentrated Hazels that Inclose
Brook! whose Society the Poet Seeks
Composed on the Banks of a Rocky Stream
Pure Element of Waters! Wheresoe'er
The Monument commonly called Long Meg and her Daughters, near the
Composed after a Journey across the Hamilton Hills, Yorkshire
These Words were Uttered as in Pensive Mood
Earth has not Anything to Show more Fair
Ye Sacred Nurseries of Blooming Youth .
Shame on this Faithless Heart that Could Allow
Recollection of the Portrait of King Henry VIII. Trinity Lodge, Cambridge 142
On the Death of His Majesty George III.