Earth has not anything to show more fair.. 269
Eden! till now thy beauty had I viewed.... 476
Emperors and Kings, how oft have temples
rung.....
England! the time is come when thou
shouldst wean
Enlightened Teacher, gladly from thy hand
Enough! for sec, with dim association.....
Enough of climbing toil!-Ambition treads
Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook
Enough of rose-bud lips, and eyes..........
Ere the Brothers through the gateway
Ere with cold beads of midnight dew
Ere yet our course was graced with social
trees....
Eternal Lord! eased of a cumbrous load
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky..
Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress
Even so for me a Vision sanctified
Even such the contrast that, where'er we
Excuse is needless when with love sincere.. 255
Failing impartial measure to dispense
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate..
Fair Lady! can I sing of flowers
Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy;
Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild..
Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west
Fallen, and diffused into a shapeless heap..
Fame tells of groves-from England far
away
Fancy, who leads the pastimes of the glad..
Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-
ground
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to
From this deep chasm, where quivering
Frowns are on every Muse's face
Genius of Raphael! if thy wings
Giordano, verily thy Pencil's skill..
Glad sight! wherever new with old..
Glide gently, thus for ever glide...
Glory to God! and to the Power who came
Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes......
Go, faithful Portrait! and where long hath
From the Pier's head, musing, and with
increase
knelt
Grant that by this unsparing hurricane
Great men have been among us; hands that
penned
Far from our home by Grasmere's quiet
Lake
Greta, what fearful listening! when huge
Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend ..
Grieve for the Man who hither came bereft 363
Festivals have I seen that were not names
Fit retribution, by the moral code
Five years have past; five summers, with
the length
Hail, Virgin Queen! o'er many an envious
Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet cye
316
Happy the feeling from the bosom thrown 250
Hard task! exclaim the undisciplined, to
lean
Hark! 'tis the Thrush, undaunted, unde-
How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high
How beautiful when up a lofty height
How beautiful your presence, how benign..
How blest the Maid whose heart-yet free..
How clear, how keen, how marvellously
bright
In this still place, remote from men
In these fair vales hath many a Tree
In the sweet shire of Cardigan
In trellised shed with clustering roses gay..
Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you ...
In youth from rock to rock I went
I rose while yet the cattle, heat-opprest........
I saw a Mother's eye intensely bent.
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk.
I saw far off the dark top of a Pine
I saw the figure of a lovely Maid
Is Death, when evil against good has fought 5
shiver, Spirit fierce and bold
Is it a reed that's shaken by the wind...... 33
Is then no nook of English ground secure..
Is then the final page before me spread.
Is there a power that can sustain and cheer
Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill...........
thought of Thee, my partner and my
guide
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown
O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus.
Oh, for a kindling touch from that pure
flame
Oh Life! without thy chequered scene
-Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze
Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy
Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien
and speech
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter
"O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously," (quoth
she)
O Moon! if e'er I joyed when thy soft light
O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his
Cot
Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee
Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky)..
Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned
Once more the Church is seized with sudden
Prompt transformation works the novel
Lore..
Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times
Pure element of waters! wheresoe`er
Record we too, with just and faithful pen.. 49
Redoubted King, of courage leonine
Reluctant call it was; the rite delayed
"Rest, rest, perturbed Earth ...
Return, Content! for fondly I pursued
Rise-they have risen: of brave Aneurin
Rotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was
Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen ..
Sacred Religion! "mother of form and fear"
Sad thoughts, avaunt!-partake we their
Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud...... 11
The confidence of Youth our only Art
The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love
The Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair
The days are cold, the nights are long.....
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to
blink
She wept.-Life's purple tide began to flow
Shout, for a mighty Victory is won
Show me the noblest Youth of present time
Shun not this Rite, neglected, yea abhorred 447
Since risen from ocean, ocean to defy
Six months to six years added he remained 576
Six thousand veterans practised in war's
game
Small service is true service while it lasts..
Smile of the Moon!-for so I name ........
So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive..
Soft as a cloud is yon blue Ridge-the Mere
Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that
played...
Son of my buried Son, while thus thy hand
Soon did the Almighty Giver of all rest
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled
his lands.
Stay, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy
limbs
The God of Love-ah, benedicite
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay.
Stay near me do not take thy flight
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God..
Strange fits of passion have I known
Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones
Stretched on the dying Mother's lap, lies
dead...
The glory of evening was spread through
the west....
The imperial Consort of the Fairy-king
The imperial Stature, the colossal stride
The Kirk of Ulpha to the pilgrim's eye
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley
Moor
The Land we from our fathers had in trust 315
The leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned
Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind..
Sweet Flower! belike one day to have..
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower..
"Sweet is the holiness of Youth"-so felt....
Swiftly turn the murmuring wheel
Sylph was it? or a Bird more bright
hill
456
The linnet's warble, sinking towards a close 455
The little hedgerow birds
The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek 434
The Lovers took within this ancient grove..
The martial courage of a day is vain
The massy Ways, carried across these
heights
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