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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, ini. 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. 837
Men, who have ceased to reverence, soon defy, iv. 128
Merev and Love have met thee on the 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. 220
Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost, iv. 114
Motions and Means, on land and sen at war, iv. 219
My fraine 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. 836
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. 132
Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid, iv. 79

Not a breath of air, ii. 121
Not envying Latinn 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. 848
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

Not so that Pair whose youthful spirits dance, iii. 254
Not the whole warbling grove in concert heard, ii. 375
Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew, iv. 206
Not to the object specially designed, iv. 334
Not utterly unworthy to endure, iv. 114
Not without heavy grief of heart did he. v. 142
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, iii. 110
Now that the farewell tear is dried, iii. 159
Now we are tired of boisterous joy, iii. 37
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, v. 21
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, ii. 320

Oak of Guernica! Tree of holier power, iii. 101
O blithe New-comer! I have heard, ii. 118
O dearer far than light and life are dear, i. 284
O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain, iii. 93
O'erweening Statesmen have full long relied, iii. 103
O flower of all that springs from gentle blood, v. 141
Of mortal parents is the Hero born, iii. 90
O for a dirge! But why complain? v. 163

O for a kindling touch from that pure flame, iii. 118
O for the help of Angels to complete, iii. 141
O Friend! I know not which way I must look, iii. 72
Oft have I caught, upon a fitful breeze, iv. 206

Oft have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my check, ii 324
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, i. 199

Oft is the medal faithful to its trust, v. 71

O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee, ii. 327
O happy time of youthful lovers! (thus, i. 312
O Life! without thy checkered scene, iii. 148
O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously, quoth she, v. 87
O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot, iii. 257
Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee, iii. 67
Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky), v. 28
Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned, i. 308

Once more the Church is seized with sudden fear, iv. 109
Once on the top of Tynwald's formal mound, iv. 202
One might believe that natural miseries, iii. 75

One morning, raw it was and wet, i. 305

One who was suffering tumult in his soul, ii. 352

On his morning rounds, the Master, iv. 260

O Nightingale! thou surely art, ii. 127

On, loitering Muse! - the swift Stream chides us, - on! iii. 250

O now that the genius of Bewick were mine, v. 132
On to Iona! - What can she afford, iv. 212
Open your gates, ye everlasting Piles, iv. 155
O pleasant exercise of hope and joy, ii. 193
O there is blessing in this gentle breeze, vii. 9
0 thou who movest onward with a mind, v. 137
O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought, i. 217
Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine, iv. 337

Our walk was far among the ancient trees, ii, 10
Outstretching flame-ward his upbraided hand, iv. 120
O what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech, in. 289
O, what's the matter? what 's the matter? v. 41

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, ii. 41

Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep, iii. 276
Pastor and Patriot!--st whose budding rise, iv. 188
Patriots informed with Apostolie light, iv. 137
Pause, courteous Spirit!-- Balbi supplientes, v. 143
Pause, Traveller! whosoe'er thou be, v. 81
Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side, ii. 323
People! your chains are severing link by link, iv. 323
Perhaps some needful service of the State, v. 156
Pleasures newly found are sweet, ii. 43

Portentons change, when History can appear, iv. 325
Praised be the Art whose subtle power could stay, ii. 325
Praised be the Rivers, from their mountain springs, iv. 106
Prejudged by foes determined not to spare, iv. 127
Presentiments! they judge not right, ii. 241
Prompt transformation works the novel Lore, iv. 83
Prond were ye, Mountains, when, in times of old, ii. 395
Pure element of waters! wheresoe'er, ii. 363

Queen of the stars! so gentle, so benign, iv. 178

Ranging the heights of Seawfell or Black Comb, iv. 198
Rapt above earth by power of one fair face, iii. 221
Realms quake by turns: proud Arbitress of grace, iv. 96
Record we too, with just and faitaful pen, iv. 101
Redoubted King, of courage leonine, iv. 95
Reluctant call it was: the rite delayed, iv. 824
Rest, rest, perturbed Earth, v. 161

Return, Content! for fondly I pursued, iii. 265
Kise! - they have risen: of brave Aneurin ask, iv. 78
Kotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was gray, ii. 378
Rude is this Edifice, and thou hast seen, v. 74

Sacred Religion! mother of form and fear, iii. 260

Sad thoughts, avaunt! - partake we their blithe cheer, iii. 281
Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Frand, iv. 824

Say, what is Honor? - 'T is the finest sense, iii. 95

Say, ye far-travelled clouds, far-seeing hills, iii. 277
Scattering, like birds escaped the fowler's net, iv. 122
Scorn not the Sonnet; Crític, you have frowned, ii. 343
Screams round the Arch-druid's brow the sea-mew, white

iv. 74

Seek who will delight in fable, i. 233

See the Condemned alone within his cell, iv. 339

See what gay wild-flowers deck this earth-built Cot, iii. 284

See, where his difficult way thaż Old Man wins, iii. 223

Serene, and fitted to embrace, ii. 204

Serving no haughty Muse, my hands have here, ii. 391
Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald, ii. 46
Shame on this faithless heart! that could allow, ii. 863
She dwelt among the untrodden ways, i. 274
She had a tall man's height or more, ii. 140
She was a Phantom of delight, ii. 126

Show me the noblest Youth of present time, ii. 225
Shout, for a mighty Victory is won, iii. 81
Shun not this rite, neglected, yea abhorred, iv. 146
Since risen from ocean, ocean to defy, iv. 204
Six months to six years added he remained, v. 145
Six thousand veterans, practised in war's game, iii. 32
Small service is true service while it lasts, v. 48
Smile of the Moon! - for so I name, i. 285
So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, iv. 319
Soft as a cloud is yon blue Ridge, the Mere, iv. 167
Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played, iii. 251
Soon did the Almighty Giver of all rest, v. 12
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands iv. 257
Stay, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs, v. 75
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, v. 24
Stay near me; do not take thy flight, i. 187
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God, iv. 266
Strange fits of passion have I known, i. 273
Stranger! this hillock of misshapen stones, v. 76
Stretched on the dying Mother's lap lies dead, iv. 217
Such age how beautiful! O Lady bright, ii. 377
Such fruitless questions may not long beguile, iii. 258
Surprised by joy, impatient as the Wind, ii. 337
Sweet Flower! belike one day to have, v. 153
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower, iii. 13
Sweet is the holiness of Youth; - so felt, iv. 118
Swiftly turn the murmuring wheel, ii. 51
Sylph was it? or a Bird more bright, ii. 75

Take, cradled Nursling of the mountain, care, iii. 250
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, iv. 156
Tell me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold, ii. 20
Tenderly do we feel by Nature's law, iv. 333
Thanks for the lessons of this spot, --- fit school, ιν. 210
That happy gleam of vernal eyes, v. 22

That heresies should strike, if truth be scanned, iv. 78
That is work of waste and ruin, i. 189

That way look, my Infant, lo, ii. 77

The Baptist might have been ordained to cry, iii. 220
The Bard, whose soul is meek as dawning day, ini. 119
The captive Bird was gone; - to cliff or moor, iv. 205
The cattle, crowding round this beverage clear, iv. 188
The Cock is crowing, ii. 138-

The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love, iv. 175

The Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair, iv. 274

The days are cold, the nights are long, 1. 201

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink, i. 213
The embowering rose, the acacin, and the pine, v. 70
The encircling ground, in native turf arrayed, iv. 154

The fairest, brightest hues of ether fade, ii. 825

The fendal Keep, the bastions of Cohorn, iv. 198
The fields which with covetous spirit we sold, i. 296
The floods are roused, and will not soon be weary, iv. 218
The forest huge of ancient Caledon, iii. 292

The formal World relaxes her cold chain, iv. 840
The gallant Youth, who may have gained, iii. 271
The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed, ii. 259
The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains, iii. 1
The God of Love, - ah benedicite! v. 97

The imperial Consort of the Fairy-king, il. 329
The imperial stature, the colossal stride, ii. 368
The Kirk of Ulpha to the pilgrim's eve, iii. 268
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor, ii. 171
The Land we from our fathers had in trust, iii. 92
The leaves that rustled on this onk-crowned hill, iv. 168
The linnet's warble, sinking towards a close, iv. 165

The little hedgerow birds, v. 134

The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek, iv. 112
The Lovers took within this ancient grove, iii. 293
The martial courage of a day is vain, iii. 96

The massy Ways, carried across these heights, v. 78
The Minstrels played their Christmas tune, iii. 246
The most alluring clouds that mount the sky, ii. 884
The old inventive Poets, had they seen, iii. 261
The oppression of the tumult, - wrath and scorn, iv. 80
The peace which others seek they find, i. 277
The pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute, iii. 279
The post-boy drove with fierce career, i. 106
The power of Armies is a visible thing, iii. 105
The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed, ii. 336
There are no colors in the fairest sky, iv. 131
There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear, iii. 76
There is a change, and I am poor, i. 280
There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine, v. 131
There is a little unpretending Kill, ii. 324
There is an Eminence, - of these our hills, ii. 7
There is a pleasure in poetic pains, ii. 355
There is a Thorn, - it looks so old, ii. 162

There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, ii. 121

There never breathed a man who, when his life, v. 138

There! said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride, iv. 216

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

1. 211

There's more in words than I can teach, i. 369

There's not a nook within this solemn Pass, iii. 278

There's something in a flying horse, ii. 273

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