WORDSWORTH, S Translated from M. Angelo-Father, thou must Lead To a Snowdrop To the small Celandine The Daffodils To a Skylark To the Cuckoo The Green Linnet ... A Night Piece " To the Daisy... Ode to Duty 36 44 56 74 83 83 116 145 150 157 159 ... Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey, on Written while Sailing in a Boat at Evening Lines written in Early Spring ... How Beautiful the Queen of Night Education the Duty of the State Earthly Glories Evanescent London at Sunrise... Man's Spiritual Power We have all of us one Human Heart... Goodness in Things Evil... To a Distant Friend ... ... ... Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early ... The Labourer's Noonday Hymn ... The only Adequate Support for the Calamities of Life... 317 All day the low-hung clouds have dropt 52 All these and more came flocking; but with looks 135 All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom... 137 And forth they pass, with pleasure forward led 16 And like a dying lady, lean and pale 82 And there before her where she stands 274 ... ... Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Better to have the poet's heart than brain ... ... Blue Eyebright! loveliest flower of all that grow But who the melodies of Morn can tell? Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither 160 321 171 12 32 268 379 178 ... 225 338 321 141 343 192 26- 169 160 169 311 11 273 276 75 302 356 Daffodils, that come before the swallow dares Earth has not any thing to show more fair Faint and sweet Fair Daffodils, we weep to see Fair pledges of a fruitful tree Father of light and life! thou good supreme Feed him with jonquils and anemones First came the loss of light, and air Five years have past; five summers with the length God does not need either man's work ... .... ... ... Haggard and chill, as a lost ghost, the Morn... ... Happy is England! I could be content He is the Happy Man, whose life e'en now ... He who hath bent him o'er the dead ... ... ... Higher, higher will we climb ... 241 148 How many blessed groups this hour are bending How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits I am monarch of all I survey ... ... ... 63 327 895 ... 206 I'm sitting on the stile, Mary I come, I come! ye have called me long 318 ... I heard a thousand blended notes I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he I stood tiptoe upon a little hill I stood within the Coliseum's wall I think, I feel-but when will she I travell'd among unknown men I wandered lonely as a cloud I will teach you how to blow ... If I had thought thou could'st have died If thou would st view fair Melrose aright If thou be one whose heart the holy forms In a dim and distant far land In 'customed glory bright, that morn the sun In the hour of my distress ... In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining In the silence of my chamber In this dim world of clouding cares In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be In Xanadu did Kubla Khan In youth I died, in maiden bloom Into that forest far they thence him led... ... 313 348 378 233 228 191 130 229 46 270 377 234 64 288 49 32 62 94 Is't death to fall for Freedom's ri.ht? Is it come? they said on the banks of Nile Is it not sweet to think hereafter... Is this a time to be cloudy and sad It is the hush of night, and all between It chanced upon the merry merry Christmas Eve It is the midnight hour:-the beauteous sea It is an ancient Mariner ... Learn from yon orient shell to love thy foe Lodged in sunny cleft Lone flower! hemm'd in with snows as white as they Look yonder, with delighted heart and eye Loud into pomp sonorous swell the chords! "Make way for liberty!" he cried Marian, thou seest, though courtly pleasures want... Midnight was come, and every vital thing |