Failing impartial measure to dispense, ii. 390 Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sat, iii. 11
Fair Lady! can I sing of flowers, ii. 56
Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy; how few, iii. 224 Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild, ii. 346 Fair Star of evening, Splendor of the west, iii. 64 Fallen, and diffused into a shapeless heap, iii. 265 Fame tells of groves, from England far away, ii. 370 Fancy, who leads the pastimes of the glad, ii. 17 Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground, i. 266 Far from my dearest Friend, 't is mine to rove, i. 3 Far from our home by Grasmere's quiet lake, v. 1 Father! to God himself we cannot give, iv. 141 Fear hath a hundred eyes that all agree, iv. 125 Feel for the wrongs to universal ken, iv. 331 Festivals have I seen that were not names, iii. 67 Fit retribution, by the moral code, iv. 336
Five years have past; five summers, with the length, ii. 186 Flattered with promise of escape, iv. 294
Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere dale, iii. 36
Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep, ii. 328 For action born, existing to be tried, iii. 210 Forbear to deem the Chronicler unwise, iii. 206 For ever hallowed be this morning fair, iv. 81 For gentlest uses, ofttimes Nature takes, iii. 149 Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs, iii. 209 Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose base, ii. 16 For what contend the wise? for nothing less, iv. 117 Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein, ii. 361 From Bolton's old monastic tower, iv. 4 From early youth I ploughed the restless Main, iv. 201 From false assumption rose, and, fondly hailed, iv. 99 From Little down to Least, in due degree, iv. 142 From low to high doth dissolution climb, iv. 150 From Rite and Ordinance abused they fled, iv. 137 From Stirling Castle we had seen, iii. 29
From the Baptismal hour, through weal and woe, iv. 148 From the dark chambers of dejection freed, ii. 345
From the fierce aspect of this River, throwing, iii. 145
From the Pier's head, musing, and with increase, iii. 184
From this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play, iii. 258 Frowns are on every Muse's face, ii. 54
Furl we the sails, and pass with tardy oars, iv. 103
Genius of Raphael! if thy wings, ii. 260 Giordano, verily thy Pencil's skill, iv. 180 Glad sight wherever new with old, ii. 58 Glide gently, thus for ever glide, i. 19
Glory to God! and to the Power who came, iv. 158 Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes, iii. 88
Go, faithful Portrait! and where long hath knelt, ii. 382
Grant, that by this unsparing hurricane, iv. 116
Great men have been among us; hands that penned, iii. 73 Greta, what fearful listening! when huge stones, iv. 185 Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend, ii. 332 Grieve for the Man who hither came bereft, iii. 215
Had this effulgence disappeared, iv. 170
Hail, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night, iii. 125 Hail to the fields,
with Dwellings sprinkled o'er, iii. 256 Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour, ii. 356 Hail, Virgin Queen! o'er many an envious bar, iv. 122 Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye, iii. 95
Happy the feeling from the bosom thrown, ii. 320 Hard task! exclaim the undisciplined, to lean, iv. 329 Hark! t is the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest, ii. 388 Harmonious Powers with Nature work, v. 27
Harp! couldst thou venture, on thy boldest string, iv. 128 Hast thou seen, with flash incessant, v. 82
Hast thou then survived, ii. 82
Haydon! let worthier judges praise the skill, ii. 383 Here Man more purely lives, less oft doth fall, iv. 100 Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more, iii. 70 Here on their knees men swore: the stones were black, iv. 214 Here pause: the poet claims at least this praise, iii. 106 Here stood an Oak, that long had borne affixed, iii. 293 Here, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing, ii. 397 Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, i. 377
Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat, ii. 324 High bliss is only for a higher state, i. 372
High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you, iii. 87 High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate, ii. 179
High is our calling, Friend!-
High on a broad, unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down, i. 225 High on her speculative tower, iii. 164
His simple truths did Andrew glean, ii. 25
Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are, iv. 124
Homeward we turn. Isle of Columba's Cell, iv. 214
Hope rules a land for ever green, ii. 233
Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, iv. 211
How art thou named? In search of what strange land, ii. 372 How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high, v. 28
How beautiful when up a lofty height, i. 359
How beautiful your presence, how benign, iv. 84 How blest the Maid whose heart-yet free, iii. 168
How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright, ii. 351 How disappeared he? Ask the newt and toad, iii. 288 How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled, iv. 120 How profitless the relics that we cull, iii. 295 How richly glows the water's breast, i. 18 How rich that forehead's calm expanse, i. 282
How sad a welcome! To each voyager, iv. 213
How shall I paint thee? - Be this naked stone, iii. 250 How soon, alas! did Man, created pure, iv. 98 How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks, ii. 344 Humanity, delighting to behold, iii. 106
Hunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast, iii. 104
I am not one who much or oft delight, iv. 254 I come, ye little noisy Crew, v. 147
I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind, iii. 90 If from the public way you turn your steps, i. 342 If Life were slumber on a bed of down, iv. 190
If Nature, for a favorite child, iv. 247
If there be prophets on whose spirits rest, iv. 73
If these brief Records, by the Muses' art, ii. 366
If the whole weight of what we think and feel, ii. 348 If this great world of joy and pain, iv. 304
If thou in the dear love of some one Friend, v. 84 If to Tradition faith be due, iii. 285
If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share, iii. 225
I grieved for Buonaparté, with a vain, iii. 66
I have a boy of five years old, i. 209
I heard (alas! 't was only in a dream), ii. 347
I heard a thousand blended notes, iv. 233
I know an aged Man constrained to dwell, v. 24
I listen, but no faculty of mine, iii. 154
Imagination- ne'er before content, iii. 120
I marvel how Nature could ever find space, iv. 234
I met Louisa in the shade, i. 272
Immured in Bothwell's towers, at times the Brave, iii. 290
In Bruges town is many a street, iii. 137
In desultory walk through orchard grounds, v. 46
In distant countries have I been, i. 291
In due observance of an ancient rite, iii. 99
Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood, iii. 71
Inmate of a mountain dwelling, ii. 218
In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud, ii. 394
Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake, ii. 390.
In these fair vales hath many a Tree, v. 78
In the sweet shire of Cardigan, iv. 237
In this still place, remote from men, iii. 16
In trellised shed with clustering roses gay, iv. 1 Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you, iii. 117 In youth from rock to rock I went, ii. 32
I rose while yet the cattle, heat-oppressed, iii. 266 I saw a Mother's eye intensely bent, iv. 119
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk, v. 143
I saw far off the dark top of a Pine, iii. 203 I saw the figure of a lovely Maid, iv. 128
Is Death, when evil against good has fought, iv. 334 I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold, iii. 2
Is it a reed that 's shaken by the wind, iii. 65 Is then no nook of English ground secure, ii. 395 Is then the final page before me spread, iii. 184 Is there a power that can sustain and cheer, iii. 98 Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill? iii. 204
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, iii. 270 It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, ii. 339 It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown, ii. 192 It is not to be thought of, that the Flood, iii. 74 It is the first mild day of March, iv. 235
I travelled among unknown men, i. 275 It seems a day, ii. 123
It was a moral end for which they fought, iii. 94 I was an April morning: fresh and clear, ii. 1 I've watched you now a full half-hour, i. 265 I wandered lonely as a cloud, ii. 130-
I was thy neighbor once, thou rugged Pile, v. 150
I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret, ii. 346 I, who accompanied with faithful pace, iv. 72
Jesu! bless our slender Boat, iii. 142
Jones! as from Calais southward you and I, iii. 65
Just as those final words were penned, the sun broke out in power, i. 227
Keep for the Young the impassioned smile, ii. 212
Lady! a Pen, perhaps with thy regard, v. 48 Lady! I rifled a Parnassian Cave, ii. 353
Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove, ii. 354 Lament! for Diocletian's fiery sword, iv. 76
Lance, shield, and sword relinquished, at his side, iv. 86
Last night, without a voice, that Vision spake, iv. 129 Let other bards of angels sing, i. 281
Let thy wheelbarrow alone, ii. 30
Let us quit the leafy arbor, i. 221
Lie here, without a record of thy worth, iv. 262
Life with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun, ii. 385 Like a shipwrecked Sailor tost, iv. 295
List, the winds of March are blowing, iv. 298
-'t was the Cuckoo. - O, with what delight, iii. 211
List, ye who pass by Lyulph's Tower, iv. 222
Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape, iii. 182
Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they, ii. 353 Long-favored England! be not thou misled, iv. 327
Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn, iii. 207 Lonsdale! it were unworthy of a Guest, iv. 221 Look at the fate of summer flowers, i. 276
Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid, iii. 98 Lord of the vale! astounding Flood, iii. 52
Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up, v. 160
Loving she is, and tractable, though wild, i. 190
Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance, ii. 386 Lo! where the Moon along the sky, iv. 259
Lowther! in thy majestic Pile are seen, iv. 221 Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells, iii. 178 Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live, ii. 139
Man's life is like a Sparrow, mighty King, iv. 82 Mark how the feathered tenants of the flood, ii. 221 Mark the concentred hazels that inclose, ii. 349 Meek Virgin Mother, more benign, iii. 150
Men of the Western World! in Fate's dark book, iv. 327 Men, who have ceased to reverence, soon defy, iv. 128 Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road, iv. 74 Methinks that I could trip o'er heaviest soil, iv. 123 Methinks that to some vacant hermitage, iv. 86 Methinks 't were no unprecedented feat, iii. 264 Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne, ii. 338 'Mid crowded obelisks and urns, iii. 9
Mid-noon is past;-upon the sultry mead, iii. 264 Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour, iii. 73 Mine ear has rung, my spirit sunk subdued, iv. 154 Miserrimus! and neither name nor date, ii. 378 Monastic Domes! following my downward way, iv. 150 Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes, iv. 229 Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost, iv. 114 Motions and Means, on land and sea at war, iv. 219 My frame hath often trembled with delight, iii. 260 My heart leaps up when I behold, i. 187
Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands, i. 49 Near Anio's stream, I spied a gentle Dove, iii. 208 Never enlivened with the liveliest ray, ii. 74 Next morning Troilus began to clear, v. 112 No fiction was it of the antique age, iii. 255 No more: the end is sudden and abrupt, iii. 296 No mortal object did these eyes behold, ii. 336 No record tells of lance opposed to lance, iii. 267 Nor scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend, iv. 84 Nor shall the eternal roll of praise reject, iv. 182 Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid, iv. 79 Not a breath of air, ii. 121
Not envying Latian shades, if yet they throw, iii. 249 Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep, iii. 269 Not in the lucid intervals of life, iv. 164
Not in the mines beyond the western main, iv. 228 Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly, iii. 144 Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell, ii. 348 Not 'mid the World's vain objects, that enslave, iii. 89 Not sedentary all: there are who roam, iv. 88 Not seldom, clad in radiant vest, v. 83
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