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Though the bold wings of Poesy affect, ii. 366
Though the torrents from their fountains, ii. 63
Though to give timely warning and deter, iv. 337
Thou look'st upon me, and dost fondly think, iv. 187
Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise, iii. 158

Threats come which no submission may assuage, iv. 111
Three years she grew in sun and shower, ii. 128
Through shattered galleries, 'mid roofless halls, ii. 371
Thus all things lead to Charity, secured, iv. 152
Thus is the storm abated by the craft, iv. 108
Thy functions are ethereal, ii. 263

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'Tis eight o'clock, - a clear March night, i. 324
'Tis gone,
with old belief and dream, ii. 236
'Tis He whose yester-evening's high disdain, ii. 389
'Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined, v. 126
'Tis said, fantastic Ocean doth enfold, iii. 135
'Tis said, that some have died for love, i. 278
'Tis said that to the brow of yon fair hill, ii. 380
'Tis spent, this burning day of June, ii. 85
To a good Man of most dear memory, v. 168

To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield, iii. 174
To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen, iii. 48
To kneeling Worshippers no earthly floor, iv. 147
Too frail to keep the lofty vow, iii. 6

To public notice, with reluctance strong, v. 163
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men, iii. 69
Tradition, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw, iii. 281
Tranquillity! the sovereign aim wert thou, iv. 218
Troubled long with warring notions, v. 83

True is it that Ambrosio Salinero, v. 139

'T was summer, and the sun had mounted high, vi. 11
Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, iii. 71

Under the shadow of a stately Pile, iii. 220
Ungrateful Country, if thou e'er forget, iv. 134
Unless to Peter's Chair the viewless wind, iv. 98
Unquiet Childhood here by special grace, ii. 376
Untouched through all severity of cold, ii. 381
Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away, i. 307
Up to the throne of God is borne, iv. 305

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books, iv. 232
Up with me! up with me into the clouds, ii. 39
Urged by Ambition, who with subtlest skill, iv. 90
Uttered by whom, or how inspired, designed, iii. 144

Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood, iii. 172
Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood, iii. 218
Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent, iii. 78′

Wait, prithee, wait! this answer Lesbia threw, ii. 376
Wanderer! that stoop'st so low, and com'st so near, iv. 175

Wansfell! this Household has a favored lot, ii. 393
Ward of the Law! - dread Shadow of a King, ii. 369
Was it to disenchant, and to undo, iii. 140

Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, ii. 364
Watch, and be firm! for soul-subduing vice, iv. 77
Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind, ii. 342
We can endure that he should waste our lands, iii. 102
Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air, v. 136
We had a female Passenger who came, iii. 69

We have not passed into a doleful City, iv. 215

Well have yon Railway Laborers to THIS ground, ii. 397
Well mayst thou halt, and gaze with brightening eye, ii. 321
Well sang the Bard who called the grave, in strains, iii. 282"
Well worthy to be magnified are they, iv. 136
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground, i. 22
We saw, but surely, in the motley crowd, iv. 209
We talked with open heart, and tongue, iv. 251
We walked along, while bright and red, iv. 248
What aim had they, the pair of Monks, in size, iii. 217
What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled, iii. 253
What awful perspective! while from our sight, iv. 156
What beast in wilderness or cultured field, iv. 107

What beast of chase hath broken from the cover? iii. 173
What crowd is this? what have we here? we must not pass
it by, ii. 135

What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine, i. 283

What! he who, 'mid the kindred throng, iii. 55

What if our numbers barely could defy, iii. 79
What is good for a bootless bene, iv. 271

What know we of the Blest above, iii. 149

What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose, iii. 140
What mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret, iv. 174
What need of clamorous bells, or ribbons gay, ii. 334
What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides, ii. 392
What though the Accused, upon his own appeal, iv. 289
What though the Italian pencil wrought not here, iii. 152
What way does the Wind come? What way does he go? i. 191
What, you are stepping westward? - Yea, iii. 18
When Alpine vales threw forth a suppliant cry, iv. 132
Whence that low voice? A whisper from the heart, iii. 262
When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn, iii. 86
When first, descending from the moorlands, v. 173
When haughty expectations prostrate lie, ii. 356
When here with Carthage Rome to conflict came, iii. 210
When human touch (as monkish books attest), ii. 360
When I have borne in memory what has tamed, iii. 74
When, in the antique age of bow and spear, v. 35
When, looking on the present face of things, iii. 78
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle, ii. 874
When Ruth was left half desolate, ii. 145

When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch, iii. 111

When thy great soul was freed from mortal chains, iv. 90
When, to the attractions of the busy world, ii. 11
Where are they now, those wanton Boys? ii. 142
Where art thou, my beloved Son, i. 298

Where be the noisy followers of the game, iii. 183
Where be the temples which, in Britain's isle, i. 255
Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends, ii. 370
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go? ii. 340
Where lies the truth? has Man, in wisdom's creed, iv. 182
Where long and deeply hath been fixed the root, iv. 104
Where towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds, iii. 226
Where will they stop, those breathing Powers, ii. 250
While Anna's peers and early playmates tread, ii. 374
While beams of orient light shoot wide and high, ii. 394
While flowing rivers yield a blameless sport, ii. 330
While from the purpling east departs, iv. 306
While Merlin paced the Cornish sands, iii. 229
While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields, ii. 351
While poring Antiquarians search the ground, ii. 379
While the Poor gather round, till the end of time, iii. 294
Who but hails the sight with pleasure, ii. 52

Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high, iv. 181
Who comes,
with rapture greeted, and caressed, iv. 130
Who fancied what a pretty sight, ii. 48


Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he, iv. 268
Who ponders National events shall find, iv. 326
Who rashly strove thy Image to portray? iv. 320

Who rises on the banks of Seine, iii. 82

Who swerves from innocence, who makes divorce, iii. 267
Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant, ii. 382

Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore, iii. 182

Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings, ii. 326

Why should the Enthusiast, journeying through this Isle, iv.184
Why should we weep or mourn, Angelic Boy, v. 159
Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, iv. 158
Why stand we gazing on the sparkling Brine, iv. 199
Why, William, on that old gray stone, iv. 230
Wild Redbreast! hadst thou at Jemima's lip, ii. 373
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe, i. 219

With copious eulogy in prose or rhyme, v. 166

With each recurrence of this glorious morn, ii. 333

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky, ii. 357

Within her gilded cage confined, ii. 58

Within our happy Castle there dwelt One, i. 269

Within the mind strong fancies work, ii. 209

With little here to do or see, ii. 36

With sacrifice before the rising morn, ii. 196

With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, ii. 340
Woe to the Crown that doth the Cowl obey, iv. 91
Woe to you, Prelates! rioting in ease, iv. 109

Woman! the Power who left his throne on high, iv. 145

Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken flight, ii. 258
Would that our scrupulous Sires had dared to leave, iv. 149

Ye Apennines! with all your fertile vales, iii. 190
Ye brood of conscience, Spectres! that frequent, iv. 335
Ye Lime-trees, ranged before this hallowed Urn, v. 72
Ye sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth, ii. 367

Ye shadowy Beings, that have rights and claims, iv. 211
Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace, ii. 335
Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear, iv. 140
Yes, it was the mountain Echo, ii. 194

Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved, i. 282
Yes, though he well may tremble at the sound, iv. 339
Ye Storms, resound the praises of your King, iii. 108
Yet are they here, the same unbroken knot, ii. 144
Yet many a Novice of the cloistral shade, iv. 113
Yet more,
round many a Convent's blazing fire, iv. 111
Ye, too, must fly before a chasing hand, iv. 113
Ye Trees! whose slender roots entwine, iii. 222
Yet Truth is keenly sought for, and the wind, iv. 130
Yet, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes, iii. 102
Ye vales and hills whose beauty hither drew, v. 175
You call it, "Love-lies-bleeding,"
so you may, ii. 73
You have heard a Spanish Lady, i. 361
Young England, what is then become of Old, iv. 330


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