INDEX TO THE FIRST LINES.

A BARKING Sound the shepherd hears, iv. 263
A Book came forth of late, called Peter Bell, ii. 331
A bright-haired company of youthful slaves, iv. 80
Abruptly paused the strife; the field throughout, iii. 109
A dark plume fetch me from yon blasted yew, iii. 259
Adieu, Rydalian Laurels! that have grown, iv. 183
Advance, come forth from thy Tyrolean ground, iii. 91
Aerial Rock- whose solitary brow, ii. 327

A famous man is Robin Hood, iii. 23

Affections lose their object; Time brings forth, v. 26
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by, ii. 328

A genial hearth, a hospitable board, iv. 139

Age! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers, iii. 33
Ah! think how one compelled for life to abide, iv. 338
Ah, when the Body, round which in love we clung, iv. 85
Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue nor pen, iii. 99
Ah, why deceive ourselves! by no mere fit, iv. 328
Aid, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light, iv. 121
Alas! what boots the long, laborious quest, iii. 92
A little onward lend thy guiding hand, iv. 276

All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed, ii. 387
A love-lorn Maid, at some far-distant time, iii. 262
Ambition, following down this far-famed slope, iii. 171
Amid a fertile region green with wood, iii. 291

Amid the smoke of cities did you pass, ii. 3

Amid this dance of objects sadness steals, iii. 142

Among a grave fraternity of Monks, iv. 318
Among the dwellers in the silent fields, v. 52
Among the dwellings framed by birds, ii. 70

Among the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream, iv. 186
A month, sweet Little-ones, is past, i. 193

An age hath been when Earth was proud, iv. 279
A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags, ii. 7
And is it amoug rude, untutored Dales, iii. 93

And is this Yarrow? This the Stream, iii. 60

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And, not in vain embodied to the sight, iv. 102
And shall, the Pontiff asks, profaneness flow, iv. 94
And what is Penance with her knotted thong, iv. 110
And what melodious sounds at times prevail, iv. 102
An Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold, ii. 133
Another year! another deadly blow! iii. 81

A pen

-to register; a key, iv. 287

A Pilgrim, when the summer day, ii. 66

A plague on your languages, German and Norse, iv. 241
A pleasant music floats along the Mere, iv. 92

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A Poet! He hath put his heart to school, ii. 383
A point of life between my Parents' dust, iv. 186
Army of Clouds! ye winged Host in troops, ii. 255
A Rock there is whose homely front, ii. 239

A Roman Master stands on Grecian ground, iii. 85
Around a wild and woody hill, iii. 146

Arran! a single-crested Teneriffe, iv. 204
Art thou a Statist, in the van, iv. 243
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, ii. 49
A simple Child, i. 202

As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest, iv. 104
As indignation mastered grief, my tongue, iii. 224
As leaves are to the tree whereon they grow, iv. 330
A slumber did my spirit seal, ii. 130

As often as I murmur here, ii. 63

As star that shines dependent upon star, iv. 139

As the cold aspect of a sunless way, ii. 359

A Stream, to mingle with your favorite Dee, ii. 372

A sudden conflict rises from the swell, iv. 135

As, when a storm hath ceased, the birds regain, iv. 76
As with the Stream our voyage we pursue, iv. 96

At early dawn, or rather when the air, ii. 364

A Traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain, i. 53

A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, iii. 276

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, ii. 132
Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind, iii. 102

A voice, from long-expecting thousands sent, iv. 133
A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found, ii. 341

Avon,

a precious, an immortal name! iii. 291

A weight of awe, not easy to be borne, iv. 220
A whirl-blast from behind the hill, ii. 22

A winged Goddess, clothed in vesture wrought, iii. 139

A youth too certain of his power to wade, iv. 200

Bard of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made, ii. 330
Beaumont! it was thy wish that I should rear, ii. 322
Before I see another day, i. 288

Before the world had passed her time of youth, iv. 336
Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, ii. 23
Beguiled into forgetfulness of care, iv. 313
Behold an emblem of our human mind, v. 86

Behold a pupil of the monkish gown, iv. 89
Behold her, single in the field, iii. 19
Behold, within the leafy shade, i. 188

Beloved Vale! I said, when I shall con, ii. 322
Beneath the concave of an April sky, ii. 245
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed, ii. 38
Beneath yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound, v. 73
Be this the chosen site; the virgin sod, iv. 153
Between two sister moorland rills, ii. 60

Bishops and Priests, blessed are ye, if deep, iv. 138
Black Demons hovering o'er his mitred head, iv. 97
Blest is this Isle, -our native Land, v. 30

Blest Statesman he, whose Mind's unselfish will, iv. 325
Bold words affirmed, in days when faith was strong, iv. 197
Brave Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight, iii. 96
Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere, iv. 246
Broken in fortune, but in mind entire, iv. 202
Brook and road, ii. 125

Brook! whose society the poet seeks, ii. 362
Bruges I saw attired with golden light, iii. 136
But here no cannon thunders to the gale, iii. 269
But liberty, and triumphs on the Main, iv. 152
But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book, iv. 116
But, to remote Northumbria's royal Hall, iv. 82
But what if one, through grove or flowery mead, iv. 87
But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord, iv. 105
By a blest Husband guided, Mary came, v. 144

By antique Fancy trimmed, though lowly, bred, iii. 154
By Art's bold privilege Warrior and War-horse stand, ii. 385
By chain yet stronger must the Soul be tied, iv. 144

By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze, iii. 109

By playful smiles, alas! too oft, v. 146

By such examples moved to unbought pains, iv. 88
By their floating mill, ii. 64

By vain affections unenthralled, v. 145

Call not the royal Swede unfortunate, iii. 97
Calm as an under-current, strong to draw, iv. 134
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel, i. 2
Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose, iv. 160
Calvert! it must not be unheard by them, ii. 342
Change me, some God, into that breathing rose! iii. 252
Chatsworth! thy stately mansion, and the pride, ii. 380
Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream, iii. 21
Child of the clouds! remote from every taint, iii. 249
Clarkson! it was n obstinate hill to climb, iii. 86
Closing the sacred Book which long has fed, iv. 148
Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars, iii. 88
Coldly we spake. The Saxons, overpowered, iv. 93
Come ye, who, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land, iii. 80
Companion! by whose buoyant spirit cheered, iii. 189

Complacent Fictions were they, yet the same, iii. 205

Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell, ii. 349
Darkness surrounds us; seeking, we are lost, iv. 75
Days passed, and Monte Calvo would not clear, iii. 208
Days undefiled by luxury or sloth, iv. 328

Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs, iv. 141
Dear Child of Nature, let them rail, ii. 220

Dear Fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse, iii. 135

Dear native regions, I foretell, i. 1

Dear Relics! from a pit of vilest mould, iii. 117

Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed, iv. 189

Deep is the lamentation! not alone, iv. 115

Degenerate Douglas! O the unworthy Lord! iii. 28

Departed Child! I could forget thee once, i. 302
Departing Summer hath assumed, iv. 284
Deplorable his lot who tills the ground, iv. 100
Desire we past illusions to recall, iv. 197

Desponding Father! mark this altered bough, ii. 359
Despond who will, I heard a voice exclaim, iv. 203
Destined to war from very infancy, v. 140

Did pangs of grief for lenient Time too keen, iv. 200
Discourse was deemed Man's noblest attribute, iv. 257
Dishonored Rock and Ruin! that, by law, iii. 280
Dogmatic Teachers, of the snow-white fur, ii. 362
Doomed as we are our native dust, iii. 147

Doubling and doubling with laborious walk, iii. 283

Down a swift stream, thus far, a bold design, iv. 135

Dread hour! when, upheaved by war's sulphurous blast, iii.156
Driven in by Autumn's sharpening air, i. 373

Earth has not anything to show more fair, ii. 365

Eden! till now thy beauty had I viewed, iv. 216

Emperors and Kings, how oft have temples rung, iii. 119

England! the time is come when thou shouldst wean, iii. 77
Enlightened Teacher, gladly from thy hand, ii. 392
Enough! for see, with dim association, iv. 105

Enough of climbing toil! - Ambition treads, iv. 281
Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook, iii. 282
Enough of rose-bud lips, and eyes, v. 56

Ere the Brothers through the gateway, v. 36
Ere with cold beads of midnight dew, i. 275

Ere yet our course was graced with social trees, iii. 252
Eternal Lord! eased of a cumbrous load, iii. 222
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky, ii. 195

Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress, ii. 358
Even so for me a Vision sanctified, ii. 338

Even such the contrast that, where'er we move, iv. 126
Even while I speak, the sacred roofs of France, iv. 151
Excuse is needless when with love sincere, ii. 332