Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook, 691.
Enough of rose-bud lips, and eyes, 672.
Ere the Brothers through the gateway, 342.
Ere with cold beads of midnight dew, 643.
Ere yet our course was graced with social trees,
595.

Eternal Lord! eased of a cumbrous load, 756.
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky, 643.
Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress, 540.
Even as a river, partly (it might seem), 187.
Even so for me a Vision sanctified, 741.

Even such the contrast that, where'er we move, 623.

Even while I speak, the sacred roofs of France, 632.

Excuse is needless when with love sincere, 649.

Failing impartial measure to dispense, 760.
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate, 258.
Fair Lady! can I sing of flowers, 781.

Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy; how few, 757.

Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild, 650. Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west, 284.

Fallen, and diffused into a shapeless heap, 600. Fame tells of groves from England far away,

575.

Fancy, who leads the pastimes of the glad, 653. Farewell, deep Valley, with thy one rude House, 464.

Farewell, thou little nook of mountain-ground, 283.

Far from my dearest friend, 't is mine to rove, 3. Far from our home by Grasmere's quiet Lake,

395.

Father! to God himself we cannot give, 629.
Fear hath a hundred eyes, that all agree, 623.
Feel for the wrongs to universal ken, 769.
Festivals have I seen that were not names, 285.
Fit retribution, by the moral code, 763.
Five years have past; five summers, with the
length, 91.

Flattered with promise of escape, 668.

Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale, 303.

Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep, 350.

For action born, existing to be tried, 751. Forbear to deem the Chronicler unwise, 749. For ever hallowed be this morning fair, 607. For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes, 580. Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs, 750.

Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose base, 779.

For thirst of power that Heaven disowns, 788. Forth rushed from Envy sprung and Self-conceit, 761.

For what contend the wise? - for nothing less, 620.

Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein, 740.
From Bolton's old monastic tower, 362.

From early youth I ploughed the restless Main, 713.

From false assumption rose, and, fondly hailed, 614.

From the fierce aspect of this River, throwing, 578.

From the Pier's head, musing, and with increase, 590.

From this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play, 597.

Frowns are on every Muse's face, 648.

Furl we the sails, and pass with tardy oars, 615.

Genius of Raphael! if thy wings, 659.
Giordano, verily thy Pencil's skill, 787.
Glad sight! wherever new with old, 782.
Glide gently, thus for ever glide, 9.

Glory to God! and to the Power who came, 635.
Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes, 653.
Go, faithful Portrait ! and where long hath knelt,
700.

Grant, that by this unsparing hurricane, 620. Grateful is Sleep, my life in stone bound fast, 350.

Great men have been among us; hands that penned, 287.

Greta, what fearful listening! when huge stones, 707.

Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend, 750. Grieve for the Man who hither came bereft, 753.

Had this effulgence disappeared, 566.

Hail, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night, 541. Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped - to gird, 477.

Hail to the fields - with Dwellings sprinkled over, 596.

Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour, 539.

Hail, Virgin Queen! o'er many an envious bar, 622.

Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye, 384. Happy the feeling from the bosom thrown, 649. Hard task! exclaim the undisciplined, to lean, 758.

Hark! 't is the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest, 759.

Harmonious Powers with Nature work, 768. Harp! couldst thou venture, on thy boldest string, 624.

Hast thou seen, with flash incessant, 566.
Hast thou then survived, 315.
Haydon! let worthier judges praise the skill,
698.

Here closed the Tenant of that lonely vale, 448. Here Man more purely lives, less oft doth fall, 614.

Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more, 286.

Here on their knees men swore: the stones were black, 718.

Here pause; the poet claims at least this praise, 393.

Here stood an Oak, that long had borne affixed, 694.

Here, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing, 779.

Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, 79.

66

Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat, 649. High bliss is only for a higher state," 647. High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you, 356.

High in the breathless hall the Minstrel sate, 359.

High is our calling, Friend! - Creative Art, 534.

High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down, 771.

High on her speculative tower, 584.

His simple truths did Andrew glean, 252.
Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are, 622,
Homeward we turn. Isle of Columba's Cell,
718.

Hope rules a land for ever green, 657.
Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, 717.
Hopes, what are they? Beads of morning, 565.
How art thou named? In search of what
strange land, 640.

How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high, 787.

How beautiful, when up a lofty height, 773. How beautiful your presence, how benign, 609. How blest the Maid whose heart-yet free, 585.

How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright, 538.

How disappeared he? Ask the newt and toad, 692.

How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled, 621. How profitless the relics that we cull, 695. How richly glows the water's breast, 9. How rich that forehead's calm expanse, 638. How sad a welcome! To each voyager, 717. How shall I paint thee? - Be this naked stone, 594. How soon -alas! did Man, created pure, 613. How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks, 348.

Humanity, delighting to behold, 549.

Hunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast, 388.

I am not One who much or oft delight, 346.
I come, ye little noisy Crew, 114.

I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind,

382.

I grieved for Buonaparté, with a vain, 282.
I hate that Andrew Jones; he 'll breed, 259.
have a boy of five years old, 74.

I heard (alas! 't was only in a dream), 571.
I heard a thousand blended notes, 81.

I know an aged Man constrained to dwell, 786.
I listen - but no faculty of mine, 581.
Imagination-ne'er before content, 544.

I marvel how Nature could ever find space, 260. I met Louisa in the shade, 326.

Immured in Bothwell's towers, at times the Brave, 692.

In Brugès town is many a street, 663.

In days of yore how fortunately fared, 423. In desultory walk through orchard grounds, 767.

In distant countries have I been, 85.

In due observance of an ancient rite, 386.
Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood, 287.
Inmate of a mountain-dwelling, 556.

In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud, 652.
In one of those excursions (may they ne'er, 216.
Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake,
766.

In these fair vales hath many a Tree, 682.
In the sweet shire of Cardigan, 80.

In this still place, remote from men, 298.
In trellised shed with clustering roses gay, 362.
Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you, 551.
In youth from rock to rock I went, 290.
I rose while yet the cattle, heat-opprest, 600.
I saw a Mother's eye intensely bent, 629.
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk, 93.

I saw far off the dark top of a Pine, 748.
I saw the figure of a lovely Maid, 624.
Is Death, when evil against good has fought,
762.

I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold, 294.

Is it a reed that 's shaken by the wind, 284.
Is then no nook of English ground secure, 778.
Is then the final page before me spread, 591.
Is there a power that can sustain and cheer, 386.
Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill, 748.
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,

601.

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 285. It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown, 293.

It is not to be thought of that the Flood, 288.
It is the first mild day of March, 82.

I travelled among unknown men, 112.
It seems a day, 111.

It was a beautiful and silent day, 194.
It was a dreary morning when the wheels, 138
It was a moral end for which they fought, 384.
It was an April morning: fresh and clear, 247.
I've watched you now a full half-hour, 278.
I wandered lonely as a cloud, 311.

I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile, 325. I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret, 571.

I, who accompanied with faithful pace, 604.

Jesu! bless our slender Boat, 578.
Jones! as from Calais southward you and I,

285.

Just as those final words were penned, the sun broke out in power, 771.

Keep for the young the impassioned smile, 602.

Lady! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard, 731.
Lady! I rifled a Parnassian Cave, 574.
Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove,
358.

Lament for Diocletian's fiery sword, 605. Lance, shield, and sword relinquished at his side, 609.

Last night, without a voice, that Vision spake, 624.

Let other bards of angels sing, 638.
Let thy wheel-barrow alone, 117.
Let us quit the leafy arbour, 560.

Lie here, without a record of thy worth, 322. Life with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun, 759.

Like a shipwrecked Sailor tost, 702.

List, the winds of March are blowing, 702. List't was the Cuckoo,-O with what delight, 751.

List, ye who pass by Lyulph's Tower, 722.
Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape, 590.
Lone Flower hemmed in with snows, and white
as they, 569.

Long-favoured England! be not thou misled, 770.

Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn, 749.

Long time have human ignorance and guilt, 207.

Long time his pulse hath ceased to beat, 115.
Lonsdale! it were unworthy of a Guest, 721.
Look at the fate of summer flowers, 639.
Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid,
385.

Lord of the Vale! astounding Flood, 530.
Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up, 352.
Loving she is, and tractable, though wild, 392.
Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like
trance, 770.

Lo! where the Moon along the sky, 758.
Lowther! in thy majestic Pile are seen, 721.
Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells, 589.
Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live,

774.

Man's life is like a Sparrow, mighty King, 608. Mark how the feathered tenants of the flood, 401.

Mark the concentred hazels that enclose, 540.
Meek Virgin Mother, more benign, 580.
Men of the Western World! in Fate's dark
book, 770.

Men who have ceased to reverence, soon defy, 623.

Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road, 605.

Methinks that I could trip o'er heaviest soil, 622.

Methinks that to some vacant hermitage, 609.

Methinks 't were no unprecedented feat, 599. Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne, 351. 'Mid crowded obelisks and urns, 296. Mid-noon is past; upon the sultry mead, 599. Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour, 287.

Mine ear has rung, my spirit sunk subdued, 633.

Miserrimus! and neither name nor date, 669. Monastic Domes! following my downward way, 632.

Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes, 724. Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost, 619. Motions and Means, on land and sea at war, 721.

My frame hath often trembled with delight, 598. My heart leaps up when I behold, 277.

Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands, 31.

Near Anio's stream, I spied a gentle Dove, 750.
Never enlivened with the liveliest ray, 783.
Next morning Troilus began to clear, 271.
No fiction was it of the antique age, 596.
No more: the end is sudden and abrupt, 695.
No mortal object did these eyes behold, 351.
No record tells of lance opposed to lance, 600.
Nor can I not believe but that hereby, 347.
Nor scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend,
608.

Nor shall the eternal roll of praise reject, 625.
Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid, 607.
Not a breath of air, 774.

Not envying Latian shades - if yet they throw, 593.

Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep, 601. Not in the lucid intervals of life, 725.

Not in the mines beyond the western main, 723. Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly, 578. Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell, 638.

Not 'mid the world's vain objects that enslave, 382.

Not sedentary all: there are who roam, 610.
Not seldom, clad in radiant vest, 566.

Not so that Pair whose youthful spirits dance,

596.

Not the whole warbling grove, in concert heard,

651.

Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew, 715.
Not to the object specially designed, 762.
Not utterly unworthy to endure, 619.
Not without heavy grief of heart did He, 391.
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright,
403.

Now that the farewell tear is dried, 583.
Now we are tired of boisterous joy, 303.
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
765.

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, 346.

Oak of Guernica! Tree of holier power, 387.
O blithe New-comer! I have heard, 310.
O dearer far than light and life are dear, 638.
O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain,

384.

Oft have I caught, upon a fitful breeze, 715.
Oft have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my
cheek, 649.

Oft have I heard of Lucy Gray, 118.
Oft is the medal faithful to its trust, 400.
Oft, through thy fair domains, illustrious peer,
410.

O for a dirge! But why complain, 641.
O for the help of Angels to complete, 577.
O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee, 349.
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus, 327.
Oh, for a kindling touch from thy pure flame,
551.

Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy, 340.
Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, 124.
Oh, what a Wreck! how changed in mien and
speech, 760.

Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter,

77.

O Life! without thy chequered scene, 579.
O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously (quoth
she), 263.

O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot,
597.

Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee, 285.
Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky), 645.
Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned, 276.
Once more the Church is seized with sudden
fear, 617.

Once on the top of Tynwald's formal mound,
714.

Once to the verge of yon steep barrier came,
222.

One might believe that natural miseries, 306.
One morning (raw it was and wet, 274.

One who was suffering tumult in his soul, 567.
On his morning rounds the Master, 321.

O Nightingale! thou surely art, 358.

-

On loitering Muse the swift Stream chides us
-on, 596.

On Nature's invitation do we come, 123.

O now that the genius of Bewick were mine,
259.

On to Iona! - What can she afford, 717.
Open your gates, ye everlasting Piles, 634.

O thou who movest onward with a mind, 289.
O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought,
290.

Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine,
763.

Our walk was far among the ancient trees, 250.
Outstretching flame-ward his upbraided hand,
621.

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, 279,

Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep,
688.

Pastor and Patriot! -at whose bidding rise,
708.

Patriots informed with Apostolic light, 627.

Praised be the Art whose subtle power could
stay, 399.

Praised be the Rivers, from their mountain
springs, 616.

Prejudged by foes determined not to spare, 624.
Presentiments! they judge not right, 682.
Prompt transformation works the novel Lore,
608.

Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of
old, 779.

Pure element of waters! wheresoe'er, 567.

Queen of the stars! so gentle, so benign, 733.

Ranging the heights of Scawfell or Black-
comb, 711.

Rapt above earth by power of one fair face,
756.

Realms quake by turns: proud Arbitress of
grace, 613.

Record we too, with just and faithful pen, 614.
Redoubted King, of courage leonine, 612.
Reluctant call it was; the rite delayed, 699.
Rest, rest, perturbed Earth, 546.

Return, Content! for fondly I pursued, 599.
Rise! - they have risen; of brave Aneurin ask,
606.

Rotha, My Spiritual Child! this head was grey,

652.

Rude is this Edifice, and thou hast seen, 261.

Sacred Religion! mother of form and fear,
598.

Sad thoughts, avaunt ! partake we their blithe
cheer, 599.

Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud, 740.
Say, what is Honour? - T is the finest sense,
385.

Say, ye far-travelled clouds, far-seeing hills,
688.

Scattering, like birds escaped the fowler's net,
622.

Scorn not the Sonnet: Critic, you have frowned,
650.

Screams round the Arch-druid's brow the sea-
mew- white, 605.

Seek who will delight in fable, 780.

See the Condemned alone within his cell, 764.
See what gay wildflowers deck this earth-built
Cot, 692.

See, where his difficult way that Old Man wins,
756.

Serene, and fitted to embrace, 527.

Serving no haughty Muse, my hands have here,
761.

Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald, 314.
Shade of Caractacus, if spirits love, 776.

Shame on this faithless heart! that could al-
low, 575.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways, 112.
She had a tall man's height or more, 275.
She was a Phantom of delight, 311.
Shout, for a mighty Victory is won, 308.
Show me the noblest Youth of present time,
654.

Shun not this Rite, neglected, yea abhorred, 631.
Since risen from ocean, ocean to defy, 714.
Six changeful years have vanished since I first,
169.

Six months to six years added he remained, 741.
Six thousand veterans practised in war's game,
308.

Small service is true service while it lasts, 731.
Smile of the Moon! - for so I name, 562.
So fair, so sweet, withall so sensitive, 784.
Soft as a cloud is yon blue ridge-the Mere,
726.

Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played,
594.

Son of my buried Son, while thus thy hand,
760.

Soon did the Almighty Giver of all rest, 398.
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his
lands, 317.

Stay, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs,
402.

Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, 768.

Stay near me — do not take thy flight, 276.
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God, 319.
Strange fits of passion have I known, 112.
Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones,
261.

Stretched on the dying Mother's lap, lies dead,

Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind, 541.
Sweet Flower! belike one day to have, 325.
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower, 297.
Sweet is the holiness of Youth -so felt, 620.
Swiftly turn the murmuring wheel, 401.
Sylph was it? or a Bird more bright, 698.

Take, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take,
594.

Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, 634.
Tell me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold, 639.
Tenderly do we feel by Nature's law, 762.
Thanks for the lessons of this Spot-fit school,
716.

That happy gleam of vernal eyes, 659.

That heresies should strike (if truth be scanned,
606.

That is work of waste and ruin, 279.
That way look, my Infant, lo, 316.

The Baptist might have been ordained to cry,

The cock is crowing, 278.
The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love, 768.
The Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair, 554.
The days are cold, the nights are long, 331.
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to
blink, 246.

The embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine,
399.

The encircling ground in native turf arrayed,
633.

The fairest, brightest hues of ether fade, 539.
The feudal Keep, the bastions of Cohorn, 712.
The fields which with covetous spirit we sold,

313.

The floods are roused, and will not soon be
weary, 720.

The forest huge of ancient Caledon, 693.
The formal World relaxes her cold chain, 764.
The gallant Youth, who may have gained, 686.
The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed,
785.

The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains,
294.

The God of Love - ah, benedicite! 266.
The imperial Consort of the Fairy-king, 568.
The imperial Stature, the colossal stride, 651.
The Kirk of Ulpha to the pilgrim's eye, 601.
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley
Moor, 253.

The Land we from our fathers had in trust,
383.

The leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned
hill, 726.

The leaves were fading when to Esthwaite's
banks, 159.

The linnet's warble, sinking towards a close,
725.

The little hedgerow birds, 96.

The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek),
618.

The Lovers took within this ancient grove, 694.
The martial courage of a day is vain, 385.
The massy Ways, carried across these heights,
646.

The Minstrels played their Christmas tune,
593.

The most alluring clouds that mount the sky,
769.

The old inventive Poets, had they seen, 598.
The oppression of the tumult - wrath and scorn,

607.