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
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
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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