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Let us quit the leafy arbour, 63

Lie here, without a record of thy worth, 369

Life with yon Lambs, like day, in just begun, 214

Like a shipwreck'd Sailor tost, 378

List, the winds of March are blowing, 379

List—'twas the Cuckoo.—O with what delight, 276

List, ye who pass by Lyulph's Tower, 358

Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape, 267

Lone Flower hemmed in with snows, and white as they, 206

Long favoured England! be not thou misled, 387

Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn, 275

Lonsdale ! it were unworthy of a Guest, 358

Look at the fate of summer flowers, 78

Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid, 245

Lord of the vale! astounding Flood, 232

Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up, 436

Loving she is, and tractable, though wild, 55

Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance, 215

Lo! where the Moon along the sky, 369

Lowther! in thy majestic Pile are seen, 358

Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells, 266

Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live, 147

Man's life is like a Sparrow, mighty King, 315
Mark how the feathered tenants of the flood, 169
Mark the concentred hazels that enclose, 205
Meek Virgin Mother, more benign, 25!)
Men of the Western World! in Fate's dark book, 387
Men, who have ceased to reverence, soon defy, 325
Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road, 313
Methinks that I could trip o'er heaviest soil, 325
Methlnks that to some vacant hermitage, 316
Methinks 'twere no unprecedented feat, 290
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne, 202
'Mid crowded obelisks and urns, 220
Mid-noon is past;—upon the sultry mead, 290
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour, 238
Mine ear has rung, my spirit sunk subdued, 333
Miterrimus I and neither name nor date, 213
Monastic domes! following my downward way, 332
Most sweet it is with unupllfted eyes, 360
Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost, 323
Motions and Means, on land and sea at war, 357
My frame hath often trembled with delight, 289
My heart leaps up when I behold, 54

Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands, 14

Near Anio's stream, I spied a gentle Dove, 275

Never enlivened with the liveliest ray, 128

Next morning T roil us began to clear, 423

No fiction was it of the antique age, 288

No more: the end is sudden and abrupt, 341

No mortal object did these eyes behold, 201

No record tells of lance opposed to lance, 291

Nor scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend, 315

Nor shall the eternal roll of praise reject, 327

Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid, 314

—Not a breath of air, 142

Not envying Latian shades—if yet they throw, 286
Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep, 2*11
Not in the lucid intervals of life, 343
Not in the mines beyond the western main, 360
Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly, 257
Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell, 205
Not 'mid the world's vain objects that enslave, 242
Not sedentary all: there are who roam 316

Not seldom, clad in radiant vest, 414

Not so that Pair whose youthful spirits dance, 288

Not the whole warbling grove in concert heard, 21:

Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew, 354

Not to the object specially designed, 389

Not utterly unworthy to endure, 323

Not without heavy grief of heart did He, 431

Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, 2+3

Now that the farewell tear is dried, 261

Now we are tired of boisterous joy, 227

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show.IT

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, 197

Oak of Guernica! Tree of holier power, 245

O blithe New-comer! I have heard, 141

O dearer far than light and life axe dear, 80

O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain, 243

O'erweening Statesmen have full long relied. 246

O Flower of all that springs from gentle blood, 43J

Of mortal parents is the Hero born, 243

O for a dirge! But why complain, 437

O, for a kindling touch from that pure flame, 259

O for the help of Angels to complete, 256

O Friend! I know not which way I must look, 238

Oft have I caught, upon a fitful breeze, 354

Oft have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my cheek, 201

Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, 57

Oft is the medal faithful to its trust, 411

O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee, 199

O happy time of youthful lovers (thus, 88

Oh Life! without thy chequered scene, 258

Oh ! pleasant exercise of hope and joy, 161

Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech, i.

Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter, 402

O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously (quoth she), 416

O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot, 2t*

Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee, 237

Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky), 399

Once in a lonely hamlet 1 sojourned, 87

Once more the Church is seized with sudden fear, 321

Once on the top of Tynwald's formal mound, 353

One might believe that natural miseries, 239

One morning (raw it was and wet, 86

One who was suffering tumult in his soul, 206

On his morning rounds the Master, 369

O Nightingale! thou surely art, 143

On, loitering Muse—the swift Stream chides us-ofc

O now that the genius of Bewick were mine, 42S

On to Iona!—What can she afford, 356

Open your gates, ye everlasting Piles. 333

O thou who movest onward with a mind, 430

O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought, 62

Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine, J*'

Our walk was far among the ancient trees, 110

Outstretching flame-ward his upbraided hand, 324

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, 119
Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep, 336
Pastor and Patriot!—at whose bidding rise. 349
Patriots informed with Apostolic light, 329
Pause, courteous Spirit!—Balbi supplicates, 432
Pause, Traveller! whosoe'er thou be, 414
Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side, 198
People! your chains are severing link by link, 386
Perhaps some needf ul service of the State, 430
Pleasures newly found are sweet, 120

Portentous change when History can appear, 386
Praised be the Art whose subtle power could stay, 199
Praised be the Rivers, from their mountain springs, 321
Prejudged by foes determined not to spare, 326
Presentiments! they judge not right, 175
Prompt transformation works the novel Lore, 315
Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of old, 217
Pure element of waters! wheresoe'er, 209

Queen of the Stars!— so gentle, so benign, 347

Ranging the heights of Scawfell or Black-comb, 352

Rapt above earth by power of one fair face, 278

Realms quake by turns: proud Arbitress of grace, 318

Record we too, with just and faithful pen, 319

Redoubted King, of courage leonine, 318

Reluctant call it was; the rite delayed, 386

Rest, rest, perturbed Earth, 436

Return, Content! for fondly I pursued, 290

Rise !— they have risen: of brave Aneurin ask, 314

Rotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was grey, 212

Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen, 412

Sacred Religion! Mother of form and fear, 289
Sad thoughts, avaunt!—partake we their blithe cheer, 290
Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud, 386
Say, what is Honour ?—Tis the finest sense* 244
Say, ye far-travelled clouds, far-seeing hills, 337
Scattering, like birds escaped the fowler's not, 325
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, 203
Screams round the Arch-druid's brow the sea-mew-
white, 313
Seek who will delight in fable, 66
See the Condemned alone within his cell, 391
See what gay wild flowers deck this earth-built Cot, 338
See, where his difficult way that Old Man wins, 279
Serene, and fitted to embrace, 165
Serving no haughty Muse, my hands have here, 216
Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald, 120
Shame on this faithless heart! that could allow, 210
She dwelt among the untrodden ways, 77
She had a tall man's heightor more, 147
She was a Phantom of delight, 143
Show me the noblest Youth of present time, 171
Shout, for a mighty Victory is won, 240
Shun not this Rite, neglected, yea abhorred, 331
Since risen from ocean, ocean to defy, 353
Six months to six years added he remained, 432
Six thousand veterans practised in war's game, 226
Small service is true service while it lasts, 404
Smile of the Moon 1—for so I name, 80
So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, 385
Soft as a cloud is yon blue Ridge—the Mere, 344
Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played, 287
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands, 368
Stay, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs, 412
Stay, little cheerful Robin ! stay, 398
Stay near me—do not take thy flight, 54
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God, 370
Strange fits of passion have I known, 77
Stranger! this hillock of mis shapen stones, 412
Stretched on the dying Mother's lap, lies dead, 357
Such age how beautiful! O Lady bright, 212
Such fruitless questions may not long beguile, 289
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind, 202
Sweet Flower! belike one day to have, 434

Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower, 221
Sweet is the holiness of Youth—so felt, 324
Swiftly turn the murmuring wheel, 122
Sylph was It? or a Bird more bright, 128

Take, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take, 287

Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, 333

Tell me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold, 113

Tenderly do we feel by Nature's law, 389

Thanks for the lessons of this Spot—fit school, 355

That happy gleam of vernal eyes, 398

That heresies should strike (if truth be scanned, 314

That is work of waste and ruin, 54

That way look, my Infant, lo, 129

The Baptist might have been ordained to cry, 278

The Bard—whose soul is meek as dawning day, 250

The captive Bird was gone ;—to cliff or moor, 354

The cattle crowding round this beverage clear, 349

The cock Is crowing, 146

The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love, 346

The Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair, 373

The days are cold, the nights are long, 85

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink, 61

The embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine, 411

The encircling ground in native turf arrayed, 333

The fairest, brightest hues of ether fade, 198

The feudal Keep, the bastions of Cohorn, 352

The fields which with covetous spirit we sold, 83

The floods are roused, and will not soon be weary, 357

The forest huge of ancient Caledon, 341

The formal World relaxes her cold chain, 391

The gallant Youth, who may have gained, 335

The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed, 180

The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains, 218

The God of Love—ah, benedicite! 419

The Imperial Consort of the Fairy-king, 200

The imperial Stature, the colossal stride, 210

The Kirk of Ulpha to the Pilgrim's eye, 291

The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor, 156

The Land we from our fathers had in trust, 243

The leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned bill, 344

The linnet's warble, sinking towards a close, 343

The little hedge-row birds, 429

The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek, 322

The Lovers took within this ancient grove, 341

The martial courage of a day is vain, 244

The massy Ways, carried across these heights, 413

The Minstrels played their Christmas tune, 280

The most alluring clouds that mount the sky, 214

The old inventive Poets, had they seen, 289

The oppression of the tumult—wrath and scorn, 314

The peace which others seek they find, 78

The pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute, 337

The post-boy drove with fierce career, 56

The Power of Armies is a visible thing, 246

The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed, 201

There are no colours in the fairest sky, 327

There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear, 239

There is a change—and I am poor, 79

There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine, 428

There Is a little unpretending Rill, 198

There is an Eminence,—of theseour hills, 109

There is a pleasure in poetic pains, 206

There is a Thorn—it looks so old, 153

There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, 142

There never breathed a man who, when his life, 430

There! said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride, 356
There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald
Shore, 60

There 'a more in words than I can teach, 104

There *s not a nook within this solemn Pass, 337

There ssomething in a flying horse, 184

There was a Boy ; ye knew him well, ye cliffs, 141

There was a roaring in the wind all night, 151

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, 441

The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die, 389

The Sabbath bells renew the inviting peal, 331

The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned, 324

These times strike monied worldlings with dismay, 239

These Tourists, Heaven preserve us! needs must live, 08

The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! 435

The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, 206

i The sky is overcast, 141

The soaring lark Is blest as proud, 395

The Spirit of Antiquity—enshrined. 255

Thostars are mansions built by Nature's hand, 207

The struggling Rill insensibly is grown, 287

The sun has long been set, 345

The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, 343

The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire, 342

The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields, 375

Tho tears of man in various measure gush, 324

The Troop will be impatient; let us hie, 24

Theturbaned Race are poured in thickening swarms, 318

The valley rings with mirth and joy, 59

The Vested Priest before the Altar stands, 331

The Virgin Mountain, wearing like a Queen, 326

The Voice of Song from distant lands shall call, 237

The wind is now thy organist;—a clank, 337

The woman.hearted Confessor prepares, 317

The world forsaken, all its busy cares, 277

The world is too much with us; late and soon, 203

They called Thee Merry England, in old time, 348

They dreamt not of a perishable home, 334

The Young-ones gathered in from hill and dale, 330

They seek, are sought; to daily battle led, 246

They—who have seen the noble Roman's scorn, 275

This Height a ministering Angel might select, 170

This Land of Rainbows (spanning glens whose walls, 337

This Lawn, a carpet all alive, 376

This Spot—at once unfolding sight so fair, 389

Those breathing Tokens of your kind regard, 396

Those had given earliest notice, as the lark, 321

Those old credulities, to nature dear, 274

Those silver clouds collected round the sun, 170

Those words were uttered as in pensive mood, 205

Though I beheld at first with blank surprise, 215

Though joy attend Thee orient at the birth, 340

Though many suns have risen and set, 382

Though narrow be that old Man's cares, and near, 208

Tho' searching damps and many an envious flaw, 262

Though the bold wings of Poesy affect, 210

Though the torrents from their fountains, 125

Though to give timely warning and deter, 390

Thou look'st upon me, and dost fondly think, 349

Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise, 261

Threats come which no submission may assuage, 322

Three years she grew in sun and shower, 144

Through shattered galleries, 'mid roofless halls, 211

Thus all things lead to Charity, secured, 332

Thus is the storm abated by the craft, 321

Thy functions arc ethereal, 181

'Tis eight o'clock,—a clear March night, 91

'Tis gone—with old belief and dream, 174

Tis He whose yester-evening's high disdain. 215

Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined. 417

'Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold, 255

Tis said, that some have died for love, 79

Tis said that to the brow of yon fair hfli, 213

Tis spent—this burning day of June, 131

To a good Man of most dear memory. 438

To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield, 265

To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen, 231

To kneeling Worshippers, no earthly floor, 331

Too frail to keep the lofty vow, 919

To public notice, with reluctance strong, 437

Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men. 237

Tradition, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw, 338

Tranquillity! the sovereign aim wert thou, 357

Troubled long with warring notions, 414

True is it that Ambrosio Salinero, 431

Twas Summer and the sun had mounted high, 446

Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, 238

Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood, 265
Vallnmbrosa—I longed in thy shadiest wood, 277
Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent, 240

Under the shadow of a stately Pile, 278
Ungrateful Country, if thou e'er forget, 328
Unless to Peter's Chair the viewless wind. 319
Unquiet childhood here by special grace, 212
Untouched through all severity of cold, 213
Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away, 86
Up to the throne of God is borne, 381
Up! up ! my Friend, and quit your books, 361
Up with me! up with me into the clouds, 119
Urged by Ambition, who with subtlest skill, 317
Uttered by whom, or how inspired—designed, 257

Walt, prithee, wait! thlsanswer Lesbia threw, 212
Wanderer! that stoop'st so low, and com'st so new, 5*
Wansfell! this Household hasa favoured lot,216
Ward of the Law !—dread Shadow of a King. 210
Was it to disenchant, and to undo, 256
Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, 209
Watch, and be firm! for, soul-subduing vice, 313
Weak is the will of Man, his Judgment blind, »fl
We can endure that He should waste our lands, 246
Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air, 430
We had a female Passenger who came, 237
IFV have not passed into a doleful City, 356
Well have yon Railway Labourers to This ground, t.~
Well may'st thou halt—and gaze with brightening (7*- *
Well sang the Bard who called the grave, in strain* 3»
Well worthy to be magnified are they, 328
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground, 7
We saw, but surely, in the motley crowd, 355
We talked with open heart, and tongue, 366
We walked along, while bright and red, 366
What aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in su*. 277
What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled, 287
What awful perspective I while from our sight. SI
What boast in wilderness or cultured field, 321
What beast of chase hath broken from the cover,
What crowd is this? what have we here! weaiu*D*

pass it by, 146
What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine, 80
What He—who, 'mid the kindred throng, 233

What if our numbers barely could defy, 240

What is good for a bootless bene, 372

What know we of the Blest above, 258

What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose, 256

What mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret, 346

What need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay, 201

What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides, 216

What though the Accused, upon his own appeal, 377

What though the Italian pencil wrought not here, 259

What way does the Wind come ? What way does he go, 55

What, you are stepping westward ?—Yea, 2*2

When Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry, 327

Whence that low voice ?—A whisper from the heart, 289

When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn, 241

When first descending from the moorlands, 440

When haughty expectations prostrate lie, 207

When here with Carthage Rome to conflict came, 275

When human touch (as monkish booksattest), 208

When I have borne in memory what has tamed, 239

When in the antique age of bow and spear, 400

When, looking on the present face of things, 239

When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle, 211

When Ruth was left half desolate, 148

When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch, 248

When thy great soul was freed from mortal chains, 317

When, to the attractions of the busy world, J11

Where are they now, those wanton Boys, 148

Where art thou, my beloved Son, 84

Where be the noisy followers of the game, 268

Where be the temples which, in Britain's Isle, 72

Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends, 211

Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go, 202

Where long and deeply hath been fixed the root, 320

Where towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds, 280

Where will they stop, those breathing Powers, 177

While Anna's peers and early playmates tread, 212

While beams of orient light shoot wide and high, 217

While flowing rivers yield a blameless sport, 200

While from the purpling cast departs, 381

While Merlin paced the Cornish sands, 281

While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields, 205

While poring Antiquarians search the ground, 213

While the Poor gather round, till the end of time, 341

Who but hails the sight with pleasure, 122

Who comes—with rapture greeted, and caressed, 327

Who fancied what a pretty sight, 121

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he, 371

Who ponders National events shall find, 387

Who rashly strove thy Image to portray, 385

Who rises on the banks of Seine, 240

Who swerves from innocence, who makes divorce, 291

Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant, 214

Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore, 268

Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings, 199

Why should the Enthusiast, journeying thro* this Ibio, 348

Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, 334

Why stand wc gazing on the sparkling Brine, 352

Why, William, on that old grey stone, 361

Wild Redbreast! hadst thou at Jemima's lip, 211

Wisdom and Spirit of the universe, 62

With copious eulogy in prose or rhyme, 438

With each recurrence of this glorious morn, 201

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky, 207

Within her gilded cago confined, 124

Within our happy Castle there dwelt One, 76

Within the mind strong fancies work, 166

With little here to do or see, 118

With sacrifice before the rising morn, 162

With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, 202

Woe to the Crown that doth the Cowl obey, 317

Woe to you, Prelates! rioting in ease, 322

Woman! the Power who left his throne on high, 331

Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken flight, 178

Would that our scrupulous Sires had dared to leave, 332

Ye Appenines! with all your fertile vales, 270

Ye brood of conscience—Spectres! that frequent, 390

Ye Lime-trees, ranged before this hallowed Urn, 411

Ye sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth, 210

Ye shadowy Beings, that have rights and claims, 355

Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace, £01

Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear, 329

Yes, it was the mountain Echo, 162

Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved, 80

Yes, though He well may tremble at the sound, 391

Ye Storms, resound the praises of your King 247

Yet are they here the same unbroken knot, 148

Yet many a Novice of the cloistral shade, 322

Yet more—round many a Convent's blazing fire, 322

Ye, too, must fly before a chasing hand, 323

Ye trees! whose slender roots entwine, 279

Yet Truth is keenly sought for, and the wind, 327

Yet, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes, 245

Ye vales and hills whose beauty hither drew, 440

You call it," Love lies bleeding,"—so you may, 128

You have heard a Spanish Lady, 101

Young England—what is then become of Old, 388

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