INDEX TO THE FIRST LINES.
A BARKING Sound the shepherd hears, 370
A Book came forth of late, called Peter Bell, 200
A bright-haired company of youthful slaves, 314
Abruptly paused the strife;-the field throughout, 248
A dark plume fetch me from yon blasted yew, 289
Adieu, Rydalian Laurels! that have grown, 348
Advance-come forth from thy Tyrolean ground, 243
Aerial Rock-whose solitary brow, 199
A famous man is Robin Hood, 224
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by, 199
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, 329
Age! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers, 226
Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide, 390
Ah, when the Body, round which in love we clung, 315
Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue nor pen, 245
Ah why deceive ourselves! by no mere fit, 387
Aid, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light, 325
Alas! what boots the long laborious quest, 243
A little onward lend thy guiding hand, 373
All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed, 215
A love-lorn Maid, at some far-distant time, 290
Ambition-following down this far-famed slope, 264
Amid a fertile region green with wood, 340
Amid the smoke of cities did you pass, 108
Amid this dance of objects sadness steals, 257
Among a grave fraternity of Monks, 384
Among the dwellers in the silent fields, 405
Among the dwellings framed by birds, 127
Among the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream, 349
A month, sweet Little-ones, is past, 55
An age hath been when earth was proud, 374
A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags, 109
And is it among rude untutored Dales, 243
And is this-Yarrow ?-This the Stream, 234
And, not in vain embodied to the sight, 320
And shall, the Pontiff asks, profaneness flow, 318
And what is Penance with her knotted thong, 322
And what melodious sounds at times prevail, 320
An Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold, 145
Another year!-another deadly blow, 240
A pen-to register; a key, 376
A Pilgrim, when the summer day, 126
A plague on your languages, German and Norse, 364
A pleasant music floats along the Mere, 317
A Poet!-He hath put his heart to school, 214
A point of life between my Parents' dust, 349
Army of Clouds! ye winged Host in troops, 179
A rock there is whose homely front, 174
A Roman Master stands on Grecian ground, 241
Around a wild and woody hill, 258
Arran! a single crested Teneriffe, 354
Art thou a Statist in the van, 364
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, 121
As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest, 320
As indignation mastered grief, my tongue, 279
As leaves are to the tree whereon they grow, 388
A slumber did my spirit seal, 144
As often as I murmur here, 127
As star that shines dependent upon star, 329
As the cold aspect of a sunless way, 208
A stream, to mingle with your favourite Dee, 211
A sudden conflict rises from the swell, 328
As, when a storm hath ceased, the birds regain, 313
As with the Stream our voyage we pursue, 318
At early dawn, or rather when the air, 209
A Traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain, 15
A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, 336
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, 145
Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind, 246
A voice, from long-expecting thousands sent, 328
A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found, 203
Avon-a precious, an immortal name, 340
A weight of awe not easy to be borne, 357
A whirl-blast from behind the hill, 114
A winged Goddess-clothed in vesture wrought, 256
A Youth too certain of his power to wade, 352
Bard of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made, 200
Beaumont it was thy wish that I should rear, 198
Before I see another day, 81
Before the world had past her time of youth, 390
Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, 114
Beguiled into forgetfulness of care, 383
Behold a pupil of the monkish gown, 316
Behold her, single in the field, 223
Behold, within the leafy shade, 54
Beloved Vale! I said, when I shall con, 198
Beneath the concave of an April sky, 176
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed, 118
Beneath yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound, 411
Be this the chosen site, the virgin sod, 333
Between two sister moorland rills, 124
Bishops and Priests, blessed are ye, if deep, 329
Black Demons hovering o'er his mitred head, 318
Blest is this Isle-our native Land, 399
Blest Statesman He, whose mind's unselfish will, 386
Bold words affirmed, in days when faith was strong, 352
Brave Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight, 244
Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere, 365
Broken in fortune, but in mind entire, 353
Brook! whose society the Poet seeks, 208
Bruges I saw attired with golden light, 255
But here no cannon thunders to the gale, 291
But liberty, and triumphs on the Main, 333
But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book, 323
But, to remote Northumbria's royal Hall, 315
But what if One, through grove or flowery mead, 316
But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord, 321
By a blest Husband guided, Mary came, 432
By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred, 260
By Art's bold privilege Warrior and War-horse stand, 214
By chain yet stronger must the Soul be tied, 330
By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze, 247
By playful smiles, (alas, too oft, 432
By such examples moved to unbought pains, 316
By their floating mill, 125
By vain affections unenthralled, 432
Call not the royal Swede unfortunate, 244
Calm as an under-current, strong to draw, 328
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel, 1
Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose, 342
Calvert! it must not be unheard by them, 203
Change me, some god, into that breathing rose, 287
Chatsworth thy stately mansion, and the pride, 213
Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream, 223
Child of the clouds! remote from every taint, 286
Clarkson it was an obstinate hill to climb, 242
Closing the sacred Book which long has fed, 332
Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars, 242
Coldly we spake. The Saxons, overpowered, 317
Come ye-who, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land, 240
Companion! by whose buoyant Spirit cheered, 270
Complacent Fictions were they, yet the same, 274
Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell, 205
Darkness surrounds us; seeking, we are lost, 313
Days passed-and Monte Calvo would not clear, 275
Days undefiled by luxury or sloth, 387
Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs, 330
Dear Child of Nature, let them rail, 169
Dear fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse, 255
Dear native regions, I foretel, 1
Dear Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould, 250
Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed, 350
Deep is the lamentation! not alone, 323
Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord, 225
Departed Child! I could forget thee once, 85
Departing summer hath assumed, 375
Deplorable his lot who tills the ground, 319
Desire we past illusions to recal, 352
Desponding Father! mark this altered bough, 207
Despond who will-I heard a voice exclaim, 353
Destined to war from very infancy, 431
Did pangs of grief for lenient time too keen, 353
Dishonoured Rock and Ruin! that, by law, 337
Dogmatic Teachers, of the snow-white fur, 208
Doomed as we are our native dust, 258
Doubling and doubling with laborious walk, 338
Down a swift Stream, thus far, a bold design, 328
Dread hour! when, upheaved by war's sulphurous blast, 260
Driven in by Autumn's sharpening air, 105
Earth has not anything to show more fair, 209
Eden! till now thy beauty had I viewed, 357
Emperors and Kings, how oft have temples rung, 250
England! the time is come when thou shouldst wean, 239
Enlightened Teacher, gladly from thy hand, 216
Enough! for see, with dim association, 320
Enough of climbing toil!-Ambition treads, 374
Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook, 338
Enough of rose-bud lips and eyes, 406
Ere the Brothers through the gateway, 401
Ere with cold beads of midnight dew, 78
Ere yet our course was graced with social trees, 287
Eternal Lord! eased of a cumbrous load, 279
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky, 162
Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress, 207
Even so for me a Vision sanctified, 202
Even such the contrast that, where'er we move, 326
Even while I speak, the sacred roofs of France, 332
Excuse is needless when with love sincere, 200
Failing impartial measure to dispense, 216
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate, 221
Fair Lady! can I sing of flowers, 123
Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy; how few, 279
Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild, 204
Fair Star of evening, Slpendour of the west, 236
Fallen, and diffused into a shapeless heap, 290
Fame tells of groves-from England far away, 210
Fancy, who leads the pastimes of the glad, 113
Farewell, thou little nook of mountain-ground, 75
Far from my dearest friend, 'tis mine to rove, 2
Far from our home by Grasmere's quiet lake, 392
Father! to God himself we cannot give, 330
Fear hath a hundred eyes, that all agree, 326
Feel for the wrongs to universal ken, 388
Festivals have I seen that were not names, 237
Fit retribution, by the moral code, 390
Five years have past; five summers, with the length, 160
Flattered with promise of escape, 378
Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale, 227
Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep, 199
For action born, existing to be tried, 276
Forbear to deem the Chronicler unwise, 274
For ever hallowed be this morning fair, 314
For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes, 259
Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs, 275
Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose basa, 112
For what contend the wise?-for nothing less, 324
Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein, 208
From Bolton's old monastic tower, 293
From early youth I ploughed the restless main, 333
From false assumption rose, and, fondly hailed, 319
From Little down to Least, in due degree, 330
From low to high doth dissolution climb, 332
From Rite and Ordinance abused they fled, 329
From Stirling Castle we had seen, 225
From the Baptismal hour, through weal and woe, 331
From the dark chambers of dejection freed, 204
From the fierce aspect of this River, throwing, 257
From the Pier's head, musing, and with increase, 268
From this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play, 288
Frowns are on every Muse's face, 123
Furl we the sails, and pass with tardy oars, 320
Genius of Raphael! if thy wings, 180
Glad sight! wherever new with old, 124
Glide gently, thus for ever glide, 6
Glory to God! and to the Power who came, 331
Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes, 242
Go, faithful Portrait! and where long hath knelt, 213
Grant, that by this unsparing hurricane, 323
Great men have been among us; hands that penned, 238
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