To a young Lady who had been, &c.,
&c., 397

To B. R. Haydon, 222

To the Earl of Lonsdale, 315

To the Lady E. B., and the Honour-
able Miss P., 229

To B. R. Haydon.- Picture of Napo- To the Lady Fleming.-Foundation

leon Buonaparte, 231

To Cordelia M-

To Enterprise, 291

To H. C., 80

315

To Lycoris, 405

To May, 407

of Rydal Chapel, 411

To the Lady Mary Lowther, 225

To the Memory of Raisley Calvert,
223

To the Men of Kent, 256
To the Moon, 429

-

Rydal, 430

To the Pennsylvanians, 274

To the Planet Venus, Jan., 1838, 235

304

Loch Lomond,

180 To M. H., 133 Mary Hutchens To the Poet, John Dyer, 218

To my Sister, 396

-, on her first ascent to Hel-
vellyn, 163

To the Rev. Chr. Wordsworth, D.D.,
235

To the Rev. Dr. Wordsworth, 293
on the birth of her first- To the River Derwent, 308, 218

To

Το

A BARKING Sound the shepherd hears, 409

A Book came forth of late, called Peter Bell, 218
A bright-haired company of youthful slaves, 350
Abruptly paused the strife;-the field throughout, 264
A dark plume fetch me from yon blasted yew, 296
Adieu, Rydalian Laurels! that have grown, 307
Advance- come forth from thy Tyrolean ground, 259
Aerial Rock-whose solitary brow, 217
A famous man is Robin Hood, 242

Affections lose their object; Time brings forth, 457
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by, 217
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, 365
Age! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers, 245
Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide, 276
Ah, when the Frame, round which in love we clung, 352
Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue nor pen, 261
Ah why deceive ourselves! by no mere fit, 274
Aid, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light, 360
Alas! what boots the long laborious quest, 259
A little onward lend thy guiding hand, 413
All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed, 234
A love-lorn Maid, at some far-distant time, 297
Ambition-following down this far-famed slope, 287
Amid a fertile region green with wood, 304
Amid the smoke of cities did you pass, 131
Amid this dance of objects sadness steals, 279
Among a grave fraternity of Monks, 424
Among the dwellers in the silent fields, 123
Among the dwellings framed by birds, 150

As, when a storm hath ceased, the birds regain, 349
As with the Stream our voyage we pursue, 354
At early dawn, or rather when the air, 227
A Traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain, 38
A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, 301
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, 169
Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind, 262

A voice, from long expecting thousands sent, 363
A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found, 221
Avon-a precious, an immortal name, 305

A weight of awe not easy to be borne, 227
A whirl-blast from behind the hill, 138
A winged Goddess-clothed in vesture wrought, 278
A Youth too certain of his power to wade, 310

Bard of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made, 218
Beaumont it was thy wish that I should rear, 215
Before I see another day, 124

Before my eyes a wanderer stood, 172

Before the world had past her time of youth, 276

A month, sweet Little-ones, is past, 74
An age hath been when earth was proud, 405
A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags, 133
And is it among rude untutored Dales, 260
And is this-Yarrow?-This the Stream, 252
And, not in vain embodied to the sight, 355
And shall, the Pontiff asks, profaneness flow, 354
And what is Penance with her knotted thong, 357
And what melodious sounds at times prevail, 356

Beguiled into forgetfulness of care, 423
Behold an emblem of our human mind, 419
Behold a pupil of the monkish gown, 353

Behold her, single in the field, 242
Behold, within the leafy shade, 82
Beloved Vale! I said, when I shall con, 216
Beneath the concave of an April sky, 404
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed, 138
Beneath yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound, 449

A pen to register; a key, 425

A Pilgrim, when the summer day, 148

A plague on your languages, German and Norse, 393
A pleasant music floats along the Mere, 353
A Poet!-He hath put his heart to school, 233
A point of Life between my Parents' dust, 308
Army of clouds! ye winged Host in troops, 212
A rock there is whose homely front, 408
A Roman Master stands on Grecian ground, 258
Around a wild and woody hill, 280
Arran! a single crested Teneriffe, 311
Art thou a Statesman in the van, 395

Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, 142
-A simple child, 76

4Q

Between two sister moorland rills, 147
Bishops and Priests, blessed are ye, if deep, 366
Black Demons hovering o'er his mitred head, 354
Blest is this Isle-our native Land, 411

1791

Blest Statesman He, whose mind's unselfish will, 273
Bold words affirmed, in days when faith was strong, 309
Brave Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight, 261
Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere, 145
Broken in fortune, but in mind entire, 310
Brook and road, 211

Brook! whose society the Poet seeks, 226
Bruges I saw attired with golden light, 278
But Cytherea, studious to invent, 439
But here no cannon thunders to the gale, 299
But liberty, and triumphs on the Main, 368
61

721

But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred book, 359
But, to remote Northumbria's royal Hall, 351

But what if One, through grove or flowery mead, 352
But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord, 356
By a blest husband guided, Mary came, 466

By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred, 282
By Art's bold privilege Warrior and War-horse stand, 233
By chain yet stronger must the Soul be tied, 366
By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze, 264

By playful smiles, (alas, too oft, 460

By such examples moved to unbought pains, 352
By their floating mill, 149

By vain affections unenthralled, 460

Call not the royal Swede unfortunate, 261
Calm as an under-current, strong to draw, 363
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel, 37
Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose, 426
Calvert! it must not be unheard by them, 223
Can aught survive to linger in the veins, 353
Change me, some God, into that breathing rose, 295
Chatsworth thy stately mansion, and the pride, 231
Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream, 242
Child of the clouds! remote from every taint, 294
Clarkson! it was an obstinate hill to climb, 258
Closing the sacred Book which long has fed, 367
Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars, 258
Coldly we spake. The Saxons, overpowered, 370
Come ye-who, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land, 272
Companion! by whose buoyant Spirit cheered, 318
Complacent Fictions were they, yet the same, 322

Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs, 365
Dear Child of Nature, let them rail, 397

Dear fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse, 278
Dear native regions, I foretell, 25

Dear reliques! from a pit of vilest mould, 264
Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed, 309
Deep is the lamentation! not alone, 359
Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord, 244
Departed Child! I could forget thee once, 125
Departing summer hath assumed, 414
Deplorable his lot who tills the ground, 355
Desire we past illusions to recall, 309
Desponding Father! mark this altered bough, 231
Despond who will I heard a voice exclaim, 311
Destined to war from very infancy, 459
Discourse was deemed man's noblest attribute, 235
Dishonoured Rock and Ruin! that, by law, 303
Dogmatic Teachers, of the Snow-white fur, 226
Doomed as we are our native dust, 280
Doubling and doubling with laborious walk, 303
Down a swift Stream, thus far, a bold design, 364
Dread hour! when, upheaved by war's sulphurous blast,

283

Driven from the soil of France, a Female came, 254
Driven in by Autumn's sharpening air, 127

Earth has not anything to show more fair, 227
Eden! till now thy beauty had I viewed, 314
Emperors and Kings, how oft have temples rung, 265
England! the time is come when thou shouldst wean, 256
Enlightened Teacher, gladly from thy hand, 235

Failing impartial measure to dispense, 235

Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate, 240

Fair is the Swan, whose majesty prevailing, 415
Fair Lady! can I sing of flowers, 148

Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy; how few, 326
Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild, 222
Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west, 253
Fallen, and diffused into a shapeless heap, 298
Fame tells of groves-from England far away, 228
Fancy, who leads the pastimes of the glad, 137
Farewell thou little nook of mountain-ground, 94
Far from my dearest friend, 'tis mine to rove, 25
Far from our home by Grasmere's quiet lake, 434
Father! to God himself we cannot give, 366
Fear hath a hundred eyes that all agree, 361
Feel for the wrongs to universal ken, 275
Festivals have I seen that were not names, 253
Fit retribution, by the moral code, 276

Five years have past; five summers with the length, 193
Flattered with promise of escape, 409

Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale, 246
Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep, 217
For action born, existing to be tried, 323
Forbear to deem the Chronicler unwise, 322
For ever hallowed be this morning fair, 350
For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes, 281
Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs, 323
Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose base, 135
For thirst of power that Heaven disowns, 437
For what contend the wise?-For nothing less, 359
Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein, 232
From Bolton's old monastic tower, 329

From early youth I ploughed the restless main, 310
From false assumption rose, and, fondly hailed, 371
From Little down to Least, in due degree, 366
From low to high doth dissolution climb, 368
From Rite and Ordinance abused they fled, 364
From Stirling Castle we had seen, 244
From the Baptismal hour through weal and woe, 367
From the dark chambers of dejection freed, 222
From the fierce aspect of this River, throwing, 281
From the Pier's head, musing, and with increase, 223
From this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play,
Frowns are on every Muse's face, 150

Genius of Raphael! if thy wings, 180
Glad sight! wherever new with old, 148
Glide gently, thus for ever glide, 37

Glory to God! and to the Power who came, 370
Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes, 258
Go, faithful Portrait! and where long hath knelt,
Grant, that by this unsparing hurricane, 359

Great men have been among us; hands that penned, 255
Greta, what fearful listening! when huge stones, 307
Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend, 219
Grieve for the Man who hither came bereft, 324

Had this effulgence disappeared, 211

Hail to the fields-with Dwellings sprinkled o'er, 296
Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour, 225
Hail, universal Source of pure delight, 268

Hail, Virgin Queen! o'er many an envious bar, 360
Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye, 260
Happy the feeling from the bosom thrown, 215
Hard task! exclaim the undisciplined, to lean, 274
Hark! 'tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest. 234
Harmonious Powers with Nature work, 419
Harp! couldst thou venture, on thy boldest string, 362
Hast thou seen, with flash incessant, 451

Hast thou then survived, 152

Haydon! let worthier judges praise the skill, 231
Here Man more purely lives, less oft doth fall, 355
Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more, 254
Here on their knees men swore: the stones were black, 313
Here pause: the Poet claims at least this praise, 263
Here stood an Oak, that long had borne affixed, 305
Here, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing, 236
Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, 127
Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat, 216

High bliss is only for a higher state," 94

High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you, 258
High in the breathless hall the Minstrel sate, 186
High is our calling, Friend! - Creative Art, 222
High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down, 82
High on her speculative tower, 285

His simple truths did Andrew glean, 141
Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are, 361
Homeward we turn. Isle of Columbia's Cell, 313
Hope rules a land for ever green, 399

Hope smiled when your nativity was cast. 312
Hopes, what are they?-Beads of morning, 451

If thou in the dear love of some one Friend, 452
If to Tradition faith be due, 306

If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share, 326
I grieved for Buonaparte, with a vain, 253
I have a boy of five years old, 77

I heard (alas! 'twas only in a dream), 223

I heard a thousand blended notes, 397

I know an Aged man constrained to dwell, 457

I listen but no faculty of mine, 282

I marvel how Nature could ever find space, 402

I met Louisa in the shade, 96

1801

Immured in Bothwell's towers, at times the Brave, 304
In Bruges town is many a street, 398

In desultory walk through orchard grounds, 437
In distant countries have I been, 100

In due observance of an ancient rite, 261
Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood, 254
Inmate of a mountain-dwelling, 163

1803

In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud, 232
Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake, 234
In these fair vales hath many a tree, 452
In the sweet shire of Cardigan, 397
In this still place, remote from men, 241
In trellised shed with clustering roses gay,
Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you, 265
In youth from rock to rock I went, 137

328

I rose while yet the cattle, heat-opprest, 298
I saw a mother's eye intensely bent, 366

I saw an aged beggar in my walk, 453

I saw far off the dark top of a Pine, 321

I saw the figure of a lovely Maid, 362

Is Death, when evil against good has fought, 275
I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold, 237

Is it a reed that 's shaken by the wind, 253
Is then no nook of English ground secure, 236
Is then the final page before me spread. 290
Is there a power that can sustain and cheer, 261
Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill, 321

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, 299

How beautiful the Queen of Night on high, 430

How beautiful, when up a lofty height, 99
How beautiful your presence, how benign, 351
How blest the Maid whose heart-yet free, 286
How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright, 224
How disappeared he? Ask the newt and toad, 304
How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled, 360
How profitless the relics that we cull, 305
How richly glows the water's breast, 37
How rich that forehead's calm expanse, 98
How shall I paint thee?-Be this naked stone, 294
How soon-alas! did Man, created pure, 370
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks, 221
Humanity delighting to behold, 263

Hunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast, 263

I am not One who much or oft delight, 221

I come, ye little noisy Crew, 460

I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind, 259

If from the public way you turn your steps, 115
If Life were slumber on a bed of down, 316
If Nature, for a favourite child, 400

If there be Prophets on whose spirits rest, 348

If these brief Records, by the Muse's art, 232

If the whole weight of what we think and feel, 223

If this great world of joy and pain, 422

If thou indeed derive the light from Heaven, xi.

It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown, 188
It is not to be thought of that the Flood, 255

It is the first mild day of March, 396

I travelled among unknown men, 96
-It seems a day, 165

It was a moral end for which they fought, 260
It was an April morning: fresh and clear, 131
I've watched you now a short half-hour, 94
I wandered lonely as a cloud, 169

1799

I was thy Neighbour once, thou rugged Pile, 463

I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret, 222
I, who accompanied with faithful pace, 348

Jesu! bless our slender Boat, 279

Jones! as from Calais southward you and I, 253

Just as those final words were penned, the sun broke our
in power, 82

Keep for the young the impassioned smile, 291

Lady! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard, 418
Lady! I rifled a Parnassian Cave, 225

Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove, 224
Lament for Dioclesian's fiery sword, 349
Lance, shield, and sword relinquished at his side, 352
Last night, without a voice, that Vision spake, 362
Let other bards of angels sing, 98

Let thy wheel-barrow alone, 146
Let us quit the leafy arbour, 81

Lie here, without a record of thy worth, 400
Life with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun, 233
Like a Shipwrecked Sailor tost, 420
List, the winds of March are blowing, 420
List'twas the Cuckoo, O with what delight, 323
List, ye who pass by Lyulph's Tower, 109
Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape, 289

Not 'mid the world's vain objects that enslave, 259
Not pangs of grief for lenient time too keen, 310
Not sedentary all: there are who roam, 352
Not seldom, clad in radiant vest, 452

Not so that Pair whose youthful spirits dance, 295
Not the whole warbling grove in concert heard, 230
Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew, 311
Not to the object specially designed, 276
Not utterly unworthy to endure, 358

224

Long favoured England! be not thou misled, 273
Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn, 322
Lonsdale! it were unworthy of a Guest, 315
Look at the fate of summer flowers, 97

Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid, 261
Lord of the vale! astounding Flood, 250
Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up, 461
Loving she is, and tractable, though wild, 73

Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance, 233
Lo! where the Moon along the sky, 394
Lowther in thy majestic Pile are seen, 315
Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells, 288

Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live, 179

Man's life is like a Sparrow, mighty King, 351
Mark how the feathered tenants of the flood, 164
Mark the concentred hazels that enclose, 226
Meek Virgin Mother, more benign, 281

Men of the Western World! in Fate's dark book, 274
Men, who have ceased to reverence soon defy, 361
Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road, 348
Methinks that I could trip o'er heaviest soil, 361
Methinks that to some vacant hermitage, 352
Methinks 'twere no unprecedented feat, 298
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne, 220
'Mid crowded obelisks and urns, 239
Mid-noon is past; upon the sultry mead, 297
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour, 255
Mine ear has rung, my spirit sunk subdued, 369
Miserrimus! and neither name nor date, 230
Monastic domes! following my downward way, 368
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes, 315
Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost, 358
Motions and Means, on land and sea at war, 314
My frame hath often trembled with delight, 297

/ My heart leaps up when I behold, 73

Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands, 37

Near Anio's stream, I spied a gentle Dove, 323
Never enlivened with the liveliest ray, 152
Next morning Troilus began to clear, 446
No fiction was it of the antique age, 295
No more the end is sudden and abrupt, 305
No mortal object did these eyes behold, 219
Nor can Imagination quit the shores, 356
No record tells of lance opposed to lance, 298
Nor scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend, 351
Nor shall the eternal roll of praise reject, 363
Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid, 350
Not a breath of air, 192

Not envying Latian shades-if yet they throw, 294
Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep, 299
Not in the lucid intervals of life, 426
Not in the mines beyond the western main, 315
Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly, 280
Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell, 223

Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, 264
Now that the farewell tear is dried, 284
Now we are tired of boisterous joy, 246
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, 419
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, 215

Oak of Guernica! Tree of holier power, 262
O blithe New-comer! I have heard, 163
O dearer far than light and life are dear, 98
O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain, 200
O'erweening Statesmen have full long relied, 262
O Flower of all that springs from gentle blood, 460
Of mortal parents is the Hero born, 259

O for a dirge! But why complain, 465

O, for a kindling touch from that pure flame, 265

O for the help of Angels to complete, 279

O Friend! I know not which way I must look, 255

Oft have I caught upon a fitful breeze, 403

Oft have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my cheek, 219
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, 75

Oft is the medal faithful to its trust, 449

Oft through thy fair domains, illustrious Peer, 550
O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee, 217

O happy time of youthful lovers (thus, 104
Oh Life! without thy chequered scene, 280
Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy, 188

Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech, 234
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter, 168
O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously (quoth she), 441
O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot, 296
Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee, 254
Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky), 464
Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned, 103

Once more the Church is seized with sudden fear, 357
Once on the top of Tynwald's formal mound, 310
One might believe that natural miseries, 256

One morning (raw it was and wet, 102

One who was suffering tumult in his soul, 224

On his morning rounds the Master, 399

O Nightingale! thou surely art, 166

On, loitering Muse-the swift Stream chides us-on, 235

On Man, on Nature, and on human life, 551

O now that the genius of Bewick were mine, 456

On to Iona!-What can she afford, 312

Open your gates, ye everlasting Piles, 369

O there is blessing in this gentle breeze, 476
O thou who movest onward with a mind, 458
O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought, 80
Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine, 26
Our walk was far among the ancient trees. 133
Outstretching flame-ward his upbraided band, 360

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, 139

Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep, 302
Pastor and Patriot!—at whose bidding rise, 308
Patriots informed with apostolic light, 365
Pause, courteous Spirit!-Balbi supplicates, 459