Tell, Effusion in the presence of the Tower of,
Temptations from Roman Refinements,

Thomson's "Castle of Indolence," Written in Pocket

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Thrasymene, Near the Lake of (Two Sonnets),

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Tintern Abbey, Lines composed a few miles above,
in her seventieth year,

Upon the birth of her Firstborn Child,
(Mrs Wordsworth), (Two Poems), .
(Look at the fate of summer flowers),
(Miscellaneous Sonnets-Dedication),
(Miscellaneous Sonnets-Conclusion),
(Wait, prithee, wait!),

on her First Ascent of Helvellyn,
(The Haunted Tree),

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Torrent at Devil's Bridge,

Tour among the Alps (1791-2), (Descriptive Sketches),

Tour among the Alps (1791-2), (Descriptive Sketches),

Westall, Mr W., Views of the Caves, &c., in Yorkshire,

by, (Three Poems),

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Wordsworth, John, Elegiac Verses in memory of,

INDEX TO FIRST LINES.

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A BARKING Sound the Shepherd hears,
A Book came forth of late, called Peter Bell,
A bright-haired company of youthful slaves, .
Abruptly paused the strife;-the field throughout,
A dark plume fetch me from yon blasted yew,
Adieu, Rydalian Laurels that have grown,
Advance come forth from thy Tyrolean ground,
Aerial Rock-whose solitary brow,

A famous man is Robin Hood,

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Affections lose their object; Time brings forth,
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by,
A genial hearth, a hospitable board,

Age! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers,
Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide,
A humming Bee-a little tinkling rill,

Ah, when the Body, round which in love we clung,
Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue nor pen,
Ah why deceive ourselves! by no mere fit,
Aid, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light,
Alas! what boots the long laborious quest,
A little onward lend thy guiding hand,
All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed,
A love-lorn Maid, at some far-distant time,
Ambition-following down this far-famed slope,
Amid a fertile region green with wood,
Amid the smoke of cities did you pass,

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Amid this dance of objects sadness steals,

Among the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream,

Among the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream,

An Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold,
Another year!-another deadly blow,

A plague on your languages, German and Norse,

As, when a storm hath ceased, the birds regain,

As with the Stream our voyage we pursue,

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At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind,

A winged Goddess-clothed in vesture wrought,
A Youth too certain of his power to wade,