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Tables Turned, The,

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Tell, Effusion in the presence of the Tower of,

Copy of,

Thorn, The,

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

Thrasymene, Near the Lake of (Two Sonnets),

Tilsbury Vale, The Farmer of,

Tintern Abbey, Lines composed a few miles above,

To

in her seventieth year,

To

To

Upon the birth of her Firstborn Child,
(Mrs Wordsworth), (Two Poems), .

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,

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A famous man is Robin Hood,

A genial hearth, a hospitable board,

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,

Affections lose their object; Time brings forth,
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by,

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,

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,

A plague on your languages, German and Norse,

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

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,