There is a Thorn - it looks so old, 75.
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, 293.
There never breathed a man who, when his life,
389.

"There!" said a Stripling, pointing with meet
pride, 719.

There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and
Reginald Shore, 258.

There's more in words than I can teach, 698.
There's not a nook within this solemn Pass,
689.

There's something in a flying horse, 97.
There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs,
111.

There was a roaring in the wind all night, 280.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and
stream, 353.

The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die, 761.
The Sabbath bells renew the inviting peal, 630.
The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, dis-
crowned, 621.

These times strike monied worldings with dis-
may, 307.

These Tourists, Heaven preserve us! needs
must live, 232.

The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! 324.
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said,

539.

The sky is overcast, 71.

The soaring lark is blest as proud, 664.
The Spirit of Antiquity enshrined, 576.

The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand,
574.

The star which comes at close of day to shine,
764.

The struggling Rill insensibly is grown, 595.
The sun has long been set, 284.

The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest,
705.

The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire, 705.
The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields, 572.
The tears of man in various measure gush, 621.
The troop will be impatient; let us hie, 33.
The turbaned Race are poured in thickening
swarms, 612.

The unremitting voice of nightly streams, 787.
The Valley rings with mirth and joy, 244.

The Vested Priest before the Altar stands, 630.
The Virgin Mountain, wearing like a Queen,

623.

The Voice of Song from distant lands shall call,
286.

The wind is now thy organist; - a clank, 689.
The woman-hearted Confessor prepares, 611.
The world forsaken, all its busy cares, 753.
The world is too much with us, late and soon,
349.

They called Thee Merry England, in old time,
707.

They dreamt not of a perishable home, 634.
The Young-ones gathered in from hill and dale,
629.

They seek, are sought: to daily battle led, 393.
They-who have seen the noble Roman's scorn,
749.

This Height a ministering Angel might select,
402.

This Land of Rainbows spanning glens whose
walls, 690.

This Lawn, a carpet all alive, 668.
This Spot -at once unfolding sight so fair, 761.
Those breathing Tokens of your kind regard,
664.

Those had given earliest notice, as the lark,
616.

Those old credulities to nature dear, 748.
Those silver clouds collected round the sun, 571.
Those words were uttered as in pensive mood,
348.

Though I beheld at first with blank surprise,
766.

Though joy attend Thee orient at the birth,
692.

Though many suns have risen and set, 644.
Though narrow be that old Man's cares, and
near, 359.

Tho' searching damps and many an envious
flaw, 584.

Though the bold wings of Poesy affect, 785.
Though the torrents from their fountains, 257.
Though to give timely warning and deter, 763.
Thou look'st upon me, and dost fondly think,
707.

Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise, 582.
Threats come which no submission may as-
suage, 618.

Three years she grew in sun and shower, 113.
Through shattered galleries, 'mid roofless halls,
640.

Thus all things lead to Charity, secured, 633.
Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving
much, 132.

Thus is the storm abated by the craft, 617.
Thy functions are ethereal, 660.

'Tis eight o'clock, a clear March night, 86.
'Tis gone with old belief and dream, 658.
'Tis He whose yester-evening's high disdain,
760.

'Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined,
309.

'Tis said, fantastic ocean doth unfold, 575.
"T is said, that some have died for love, 256.
'Tis said that to brow of yon fair hill, 669.
'Tis spent this burning day of June, 331.
To a good Man of most dear memory, 734.
To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield,

587.

To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen,
529.

To every Form of being is assigned, 515.
To kneeling Worshippers, no earthly floor, 631.
Too frail to keep the lofty vow, 295.

To public notice, with reluctance strong, 534.
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men, 286.
Tradition, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw, 691.
Tranquillity! the sovereignfaim wert thou, 720.
Troubled long with warring notions, 566.
True is it that Ambrosio Salinero, 390.
'Twas Summer, and the sun had mounted
high, 411.

Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, 356.

Under the shadow of a stately Pile, 755.
Ungrateful Country, if thou e'er forget, 626.

Unless to Peter's Chair the viewless wind, 613.
Unquiet childhood here by special grace, 652.
Untouched through all severity of cold, 700.
Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away, 257.
Up to the throne of God is borne, 727.

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books, 83.
Up with me! up with me into the clouds, 320.
Urged by Ambition, who with subtlest skill, 611.
Uttered by whom, or how inspired - designed,
578.

Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood,
586.

Vallombrosa-I longed in thy shadiest wood,

754.

Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent, 307.

Wait, prithee, wait! this answer Lesbia threw,
740.

Wanderer! that stoop'st so low, and com'st so
near, 732.

Wansfell! this Household has a favoured lot,
776.

Ward of the Law! - dread Shadow of a King,
573.

Was it to disenchant, and to undo, 577.

Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, 568.
Watch, and be firm! for, soul-subduing vice,
606.

Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind,
539.

We can endure that He should waste our lands,
387.

Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air, 389.
We had a female Passenger who came, 286.
We have not passed into a doleful City, 718.
Well have yon Railway Labourers to THIS
ground, 781.

Well may'st thou halt and gaze with bright-
ening eye, 347.

Well sang the Bard who called the grave, in
strains, 691.

Well worthy to be magnified are they, 627.
We gaze
-nor grieve to think that we must
die, 764.

Were there, below, a spot of holy ground, 10.
We saw but surely in the motley crowd, 716.
We talked with open heart, and tongue, 116.
We walked along, while bright and red, 115.
What aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size,
753.

What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled,

595.

What awful perspective! while from our sight,
634.

What beast in wilderness or cultured field, 617.
What beast of chase hath broken from the
cover, 587.

What crowd is this? what have we here! we
must not pass it by, 345.

What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine, 781.
What He who, 'mid the kindred throng, 531.
What if our numbers barely could defy, 758.
What is good for a bootless bene, 381.
What know we of the Blest above, 579.
What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose,

577.

What mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret, 724.
What need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay,
401.

What sounds are those, Helvellyn, that are
heard, 178.

What strong allurement draws, what Spirit
guides, 759.

What though the Accused, upon his own appeal,
666.

What though the Italian pencil wrought not
here, 581.

What, you are stepping westward? - Yea, 298.
What way does the Wind come? What way does
he go, 352.

When Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry,

626.

Whence that low voice? -a whisper from the
heart, 598.

When Contemplation, like the night-calm felt,

152.

When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn,
387.

When first descending from the moorlands, 737.
When haughty expectations prostrate lie, 569.
When here with Carthage Rome to conflict
came, 751.

When human touch (as monkish books attest),
739.

When I have borne in memory what has tamed,
288.

When in the antique age of bow and spear, 637.
When, looking on the present face of things,
307.

When Love was born of heavenly line, 70.
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle, 651.
When Ruth was left half desolate, 119.
When Severn's sweeping flood had overthrown,
766.

When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch,

While Merlin paced the Cornish sands, 676.
While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,
538.

While poring Antiquarians search the ground,
739.

While the Poor gather round, till the end of
time, 694.

While thus from theme to theme the Historian
passed, 493.

Who but hails the sight with pleasure, 561.
Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high,
787.

Who comes

with rapture greeted, and ca-

ressed, 625.
Who fancied what a pretty sight, 293.
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he, 341.
Who ponders National events shall find, 770.
Who rashly strove thy Image to portray, 738.
Who rises on the banks of Seine, 548.
Who swerves from innocence, who makes di-
vorce, 600.

Who weeps for strangers? Many wept, 382.
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant, 740.
Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore, 590.
Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings,

649.

Why should the Enthusiast, journeying through
this Isle, 706.

Why should we weep or mourn, - Angelic boy,
786.

Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, 635.
Why stand we gazing on the sparkling Brine,
712.

Why, William, on that old grey stone, 83.
Wild Redbreast! hadst thou at Jemima's lip,

653.

Wings have we, and as far as we can go, 347.
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe, 110.
With copious eulogy in prose or rhyme, 683.
With each recurrence of this glorious morn, 570.
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the
sky, 348.

Within her gilded cage confined, 642.

Within our happy Castle there dwelt One, 289.
Within the mind strong fancies work, 561.
With little here to do or see, 291.

With sacrifice before the rising morn, 525.

Woe to the Crown that doth the Cowl obey, 611.
Woe to you, Prelates! rioting in ease, 617.
Woman! the Power who left his throne on high,
630.

Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken
flight, 783.

Would that our scrupulous Sires had dared to
leave, 632.

Ye Apennines! with all your fertile vales, 743.
Ye brood of conscience, Spectres! that fre-
quent, 762.

Ye Lime-trees, ranged before this hallowed Urn,
400.

Ye sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth, 574.
Ye shadowy Beings, that have rights and claims,
717.

Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep
pace, 350.

Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear, 628.
Yes, it was the mountain Echo, 345.

Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved, 781.
Yes, though He well may tremble at the sound,

764.

Yet are they here the same unbroken knot, 357.
Yet life ye say is life-
- we have seen and see,
347.

Yet many a Novice of the cloistral shade, 619.
Yet more -round many a Convent's blazing
fire, 618.

Ye, too, must fly before a chasing hand, 619.
Ye trees! whose slender roots entwine, 756.
Yet Truth is keenly sought for, and the wind,
625.

Yet, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes,
386.

Ye vales and hills whose beauty hither drew,
778.

You call it, "Love lies bleeding," so you
may, 782.

You have heard "a Spanish Lady," 669.
YOUNG ENGLAND what is then become of
Old, 784.

-

AAB, The Fall of the, 578.

Abbeys, Old, 632.

Address from the Spirit of Cockermouth Castle, 707.
Address to a Child, 352.

Address to Kilchurn Castle, 299.

Address to my Infant Daughter, 315.

Address to the Scholars of the Village School of
114.

Anna, 651.

Anticipation (October, 1803), 308.

Anticipation of leaving School, Composed in, 2.

Apennines, Among the Ruins of a Convent in the, 756.
Apology (Eccl. Son., 1st Part), 608.

Apology (Eccl. Son., 2d Part), 619.

Apology (Sonnets upon the Punishment of Death), 764.
Apology (Yarrow Revisited), 695.
Applethwaite, At, 318.

Aquapendente, Musings near, 742.

Armenian Lady's Love, The, 669.

Armies, The Power of, 393.

Artegal and Elidure, 534.

Authors, A plea for, 760.

Author's Portrait, To the, 700.
Autumn (September), 538.

Avarice, The last Stage of, 259.
Avon, The (Annan), 693.

Beauteous Evening, It is a, 285.
Beggar, Old Cumberland, 93.
Beggars, 275.

Beggars, Sequel to the, 563.
Benefits, Other (Two Son.), 615.
Bible, Translation of the, 620.
Binnorie, The Solitude of, 314.

Bird of Paradise, Coloured Drawing of the, 737.

Bird of Paradise, Suggested by a Picture of, 785.
Biscayan Rite (Two Son.), 386.

Bishops, Acquittal of the, 626.

Bishops and Priests, 628.

Canute, 611.

"Castle of Indolence," Written in my Pocket Copy

of, 288.

Casual Incitement, 607.

Catechising, 629.

Cathedrals, etc., 634.

Catholic Cantons, Composed in one of the, 579.
Celandine, The Small, 318.

Celandine, To the Small (Two Poems), 279-280.
Cenotaph (Mrs. Fermor), 641.

Chamouny, Processions in the Vale of, 587.
Character, A, 260.

Charles the First, Troubles of, 623.

Charles the Second, 625.
Chatsworth, 684.

Chaucer, Selections from (Three Poems), 263.
Chiabrera, Epitaphs translated from, 388.

Chichely, Archbishop to, Henry the Fifth, 617.
Child, Address to a, 352.

Child, Three years old, Characteristics of a, 392.
Child, To a (written in her Album), 731.
Childhood and School-time (Prelude), 124.
Childless Father, The, 257.

Christianity in America, Aspects of (Three Son.), 627.
Church to be erected (Two Son.), 633.

Churches, New, 633.

Churchyard among the Mountains (Excursion), 477.

Churchyard among the Mountains (Excursion), 493.

Churchyard, New, 633.

Cintra, Convention of (Two Son.), 382.
Cistertian Monastery, 614.

Clarkson, Thomas, To, 356.

Clergy, Corruptions of the Higher, 617.

Clergy, Emigrant French, 632.

Clerical Integrity, 625.

Clermont, The Council of, 612.

Clifford, Lord, 359.

Clouds, To the, 774.

Clyde, In the Frith of (Ailsa Crag), 714.

Clyde, On the Frith of, 715.

Cockermouth Castle, Address from the Spirit of, 707.
Cockermouth, In sight of, 707.

Coleorton, A Flower Garden at, 639.

Coleorton, Elegiac Musings in the grounds of, 683.

Coleorton, Inscription for an Urn in the grounds of,
400.

Coleorton, Inscription for a Seat in the groves of, 400.
Coleorton, Inscription in a garden of, 400.

Coleorton, Inscription in the grounds of, 399.

Collins, Remembrance of, 9.

Cologne, In the Cathedral of, 577.

Commination Service, 631.

Complaint, A, 343.

"Complete Angler," Written on a blank leaf in the,

Daisy, To the, 325.

Daniel, Picture of (Hamilton Palace), 693.
Danish Boy, The, 117.

Danish Conquests, 611.

Danube, Source of the, 578.

Dati, Roberto, 390.

Death, Sonnets on, 761.

Dedication (Miscell. Son.), 648.

Dedication (Tour on the Continent), 575.
Dedication (White Doe of Rylstone), 361.

Departure from the Vale of Grasmere, 294.
Derwent, To the River, 570.

Descriptive Sketches, 10.

Despondency (Excursion), 435.

Despondency, Corrected (Excursion), 447.

Desultory Stanzas, 591.

Detraction which followed the Publication of a certain

Dog, Incident Characteristic of a, 321.

Dog, Tribute to the Memory of the same, 322.
Donnerdale, The Plain of, 598.

Dora, To (A little onward), 555.

Douglas Bay, Isle of Man, On entering, 711.
Dover, Composed in the Valley near, 286.
Dover, Near, 287.

Dover, The Valley of (Two Son.), 590.
Druidical Excommunication, 605.

Druids, Trepidation of the, 605.
Duddon, The River, 592.
Dungeon-Ghyll Force, 244.
Dunollie Castle (Eagles), 690.

Dunolly Castle, On revisiting, 715.
Dunolly Eagle, The, 715.
Duty, Ode to, 319.

Dyer, To the Poet John, 540.

Eclipse of the Sun, 1820, The, 584.

Eden, The River (Cumberland), 719.
Edward the Sixth, 620.

Edward signing the Warrant, 621.
Egremont Castle, The Horn of, 342.
Egyptian Maid, The, 676.
Ejaculation, 635.

Elegiac Musings (Coleorton Hall), 683.

Elegiac Stanzas (Goddard), 588.

Elegiac Stanzas (Mrs. Fermor), 641.

Elegiac Stanzas (Peele Castle), 325.

Elegiac Verses (John Wordsworth), 324.
Elizabeth, 622.

Ellen Irwin, 258.

Emigrant French Clergy, 632.

Emigrant Mother, The, 276.

Eminent Reformers (Two Son.), 622.

Eminence, There is an, 149.

Emma's Dell, 247.

Engelberg, 580.

Enghien, Duke d', 552.
England, 307.

England, Afflictions of, 624.

Enterprise, To, 602.

Episcopacy, American, 627.

Epistle to Sir George Beaumont, 393.

Epistle to Sir George Beaumont, Upon perusing the
foregoing, 398.

Epitaph, A Poet's, 113.