No. III
POEMS INCLUDED IN ANTHOLOGIES AND OTHER WORKS
| PAGE | ||
| 1. | Poems, supposed to have been written. . . By Thomas Rowley,. . .1794. | |
| Monody on the Death of Chatterton | xxv | |
| 2. | Poems by Francis Wrangham, M.A., 1795. | |
| Translation of Hendecasyllabi ad Bruntonam, &c. | 79 | |
| To Miss Brunton with the Preceding Translation. | ||
| 3. | Poems on the Death of Priscilla Farmer. By her grandson Charles Lloyd, 1796. | |
| Sonnet. 'The Piteous sobs', &c. | ||
| 4. | Lyrical Ballads, 1798. | |
| The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere | 1 | |
| The Foster Mother's Tale | 53 | |
| The Nightingale | 63 | |
| 5. | Lyrical Ballads (in two volumes), 1800. | |
| Vol. I. Love [with the four poems published in 1798] | 138 | |
| 6. | Annual Anthology, 1800. | |
| *Lewti, or The Circassian Love-Chant | 23 | |
| *To a Young Lady, on her first Appearance after a Dangerous Illness. | 32 | |
| *Recantation, Illustrated in the Story of the Mad Ox | 59 | |
| *Lines Written in the Album at Elbingerode, in the Hartz Forest | 74 | |
| *A Christmas Carol | 79 | |
| To a Friend, who had declared his intention of writing no more Poetry | 103 | |
| This Lime-Tree Bower my Prison. A Poem, addressed to Charles Lamb, of the India House, London | 140 | |
| To W. L. Esq. while he sung a Song to Purcell's Music. | 156 | |
| *The British Stripling's War-Song | 173 | |
| Something childish, but very natural. Written in Germany | 192 | |
| Home-Sick. Written in Germany | 193 | |
| *Ode to Georgiana, Dutchess of Devonshire | 212 | |
| *Fire, Famine, and Slaughter. A War Eclogue | 231 | |
| *The Raven | 240 | |
| *To an unfortunate Woman. 'Sufferer, that with sullen brow' | 291 | |
[Note. Poems marked with an asterisk were reprinted from the MorningPost.] | ||
| 7. | Memoirs of the late Mrs. Robinson, &c. Four volumes, 1801. | |
| A Stranger Minstrel | Vol. iv, p. 141 | |
| 8. | Melmoth's Beauties of British Poets, 1801. | |
| To a Young Ass | 21 | |
| To a Spring in a beautiful Village | 119 | |
| The Sigh | 167 | |
| The Kiss | 201 | |
| 9. | The Wild Wreath. Edited by M. E. Robinson, 1804. | |
| The Mad Monk | 142 | |
| 10. | The Poetical Register and Repository of the Fine Arts. | |
| Vol. II. For 1802 (1803). | ||
| *Chamouny. The Hour before Sunrise. A Hymn | 308 | |
| *Inscription on a Jutting Stone over a Spring | 338 | |
| *The Picture; or, The Lover's Resolution | 354 | |
| Vol. III. For 1803 (1805). | ||
| From the German of Leasing. 'I ask'd my fair', &c. [Signed 'Harley Philadelphia'.] | 274 | |
| Sonnets, Attempted in the Manner of 'Contemporary Writers' | 346 | |
| Vol. IV. For 1804 (1805). | ||
| The Exchange. | ||
| Vol. VI. For 1806, 1807 (1811). | ||
| On a Late Connubial Rupture in High Life | 365 | |
| Vol. VII. For 1808, 1809 (1812). | ||
| Fears in Solitude. By S. T. Coleridge, Esq. | 227 | |
| France, An Ode. By S. T. Coleridge, Esq. | 332 | |
| Frost at Midnight. By S. T. Coleridge Esq. | 530 | |
[Note. Sonnets Attempted, &c., in Vol. III, and On a Late, &c., inVol. VI, were reprinted from the Monthly Magazine: the three poems inVol. VII were reprinted from the quarto pamphlet of 1798, and were againset up as a small octavo pamphlet by Law & Gilbert, the printers of thePoetical Register. Vide Bibliography, No. [X].] | ||
| 11. | Selection of Poems for Young Persons, by J. Cottle. Third edition, n. d. | |
| Epitaph on an Infant | 129 | |
| Sonnet to the River Otter | 155 | |
| Domestic Peace | 157 | |
| 12. | English Minstrelsy; being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors. Two volumes, 1810. | |
| Vol. II. | ||
| Fragment. S. T. Coleridge ['Introduction to the Tale of the dark Ladie' as published in the Morning Post] | 131 | |
| 13. | Poetical Class-Book. Edited by W. F. Mylius, 1810. | |
| This Lime Tree Bower my Prison. | ||
| 14. | Nugæ Canoræ. Poems by Charles Lloyd, 1819. | |
| Sonnet. 'The piteous sobs ', &c. | 145 | |
| 15. | The British Minstrel. Glasgow, 1821. | |
| The Three Graves | ||
| 16. | Castle Dangerous. By Sir W. Scott, 1832. Notes by J. G. Lockhart. Galignani, 1834. | |
| The Knight's Tomb. 'Where is the grave', &c. | 10 | |
| 17. | A History of . . . Christ's Hospital. By the Rev. W. Trollope, 1834. | |
| Julia | 192 | |
| 18. | Letters, Conversations, &c., of S. T. Coleridge. In two volumes, 1836. | |
| Vol. I. | ||
| Farewell to Love | 143 | |
| To Nature. | 144 | |
| Sonnet. To Lord Stanhope | 217 | |
| Vol II. | ||
| 'What boots to tell how o'er his grave' | 75 | |
| 19. | Early Recollections, &c. By Joseph Cottle, 1837. | |
| Vol. I. | ||
| Monody on . . . Chatterton, ll. 137-54 | 32 | |
| To W. J. H. While playing on his flute | 33 | |
| The Fox and Statesman, &c. | 172 | |
| Sonnet. To Lord Stanhope | 203 | |
| Written After a Walk Before Supper | 209 | |
| To an unfortunate Young Woman, Whom I had known in the days of her Innocence. 'Maiden! that with sullen brow'. | 213 | |
| Allegorical Lines on the same subject. 'Myrtle Leaf, that ill besped' | 214 | |
| On an Unfortunate Woman at the Theatre | 216 | |
| On an Unfortunate, &c. | 217 | |
| Examples. 'O what a life', &c. | 226 | |
| Another Specimen, describing Hexameters, &c. | 226 | |
| Another Specimen. 'In the Hexameter', &c. | 227 | |
| The English Duodecasyllable. 'Hear my beloved', &c. | 227 | |
| Foster-Mother's Tale | 235 | |
| To a Friend, [Charles Lloyd (sic)] who had declared his intention, &c., ll. 17-35 | 245 | |
| Lines Addressed to Joseph Cottle | 283 | |
| 'As oft mine eye', &c. [The Silver Thimble] | 236 | |
| Sonnets, Attempted in the Manner of Contemporary Writers | 290 | |
| To the Author of the Ancient Mariner | 293 | |
| Vol. II. | ||
| Five 'Epigrams, translated . . . from the German' | 65-6 | |
| My Love. 'I ask'd my love', &c. | 67 | |
| Joan of Arc, Book the Second. 4o, 1796 (including the lines claimed by S. T. C.) | 241-52 | |
| 20. | The Book of Gems. Edited by S. C. Hall, 1838. | |
| The Garden of Boccaccio | 51 | |
| Love | 52 | |
| The Nightingale | 53 | |
| Lines written in the Album at Elbingerode, &c. | 58 | |
| Recollections of Love | 59 | |
| 21. | Memoirs of William Wordsworth. In two volumes, 1851. | |
| Vol. I. | ||
| English Hexameters. 'William, my teacher', &c. | 139 | |
| 22. | An Old Man's Diary. By J. Payne Collier, 1871, 2. | |
| My Godmother's Beard | Part I, pp. 34, 35. | |
| Epigram. 'A very old proverb commands', &c. | ||
| Epitaph on Sir James Mackintosh. [The Two Round Spaces on the Tombstone] | Part I, pp. 61, 62. | |
| A Character. 'A Bird who for his other sins' (15 lines) | Part IV, p. 57. | |
| 23. | Unpublished letters from Samuel Taylor Coleridge to the Rev. John Prior Estlin: Communicated to the Philobiblon Society. | |
| To An Unfortunate Princess. [On a Late Connubial, &c.] | 20 | |
| Lines Addressed to J. Horne Tooke. 'Britons! when last', &c. | 22 | |
| 24. | Letters from the Lake Poets. . . To Daniel Stuart, 1889. | |
| Alcaeus to Sappho | 16 | |
| 25. | Memorials of Coleorton. Edited by W. Knight. Two vols., 1887. | |
| Vol. I. | ||
| Mont Blanc, The Summit of the Vale of Chamouny, An Hour before Sunrise—A Hymn. [As sent to Sir George Beaumont.] | 26 | |
| To William Wordsworth. Composed for the greater part on the same night after the finishing of his recitation of the Poem in thirteen Books, on the Growth of his own Mind. [As sent to Sir G. Beaumont, Jan. 1807.] | ||
| 26. | Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics. Edited by F. T. Palgrave 1896. | |
| Love | 199 | |
| Kubla Khan | 308 | |
| Youth and Age | 323 | |
No. IV
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
| PAGE | |
| A bird, who for his other sins | [451] |
| A blesséd lot hath he, who having passed | [173] |
| A green and silent spot, amid the hills | [256] |
| 'A heavy wit shall hang at every lord' | [973] |
| A joke (cries Jack) without a sting | [961] |
| A little further, O my father | [288] |
| A long deep lane | [992] |
| A lovely form there sate beside my bed | [484] |
| A low dead Thunder mutter'd thro' the night | [1005] |
| A Lutheran stout, I hold for Goose-and-Gaundry | [975] |
| A maniac in the woods | [993] |
| A mount, not wearisome and bare and steep | [155] |
| A poor benighted Pedlar knock'd | [967] |
| A sumptuous and magnificent Revenge | [1000] |
| A sunny shaft did I behold | [426], [919] |
| A sworded man whose trade is blood | [397] |
| A wind that with Aurora hath abiding | [1011] |
| Ah! cease thy tears and sobs, my little Life | [91] |
| Ah! not by Cam or Isis, famous streams | [424] |
| All are not born to soar—and ah! how few | [26] |
| All look and likeness caught from earth | [393] |
| All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair | [447], [1111] |
| All thoughts, all passions, all delights | [330] |
| Almost awake? Why, what is this, and whence | [211] |
| An evil spirit's on thee, friend! of late! | [964] |
| An excellent adage commands that we should | [971] |
| An Ox, long fed with musty hay | [299] |
| And arrows steeled with wrath | [994] |
| And cauldrons the scoop'd earth, a boiling sea | [989] |
| And in Life's noisiest hour | [1002] |
| And my heart mantles in its own delight | [1002] |
| And Pity's sigh shall answer thy tale of Anguish | [990] |
| And re-implace God's Image of the Soul | [994] |
| And this place our forefathers made for man | [185] |
| And this reft house is that the which he built | [211] |
| And with my whole heart sing the stately song | [994] |
| And write Impromptus | [989] |
| Are there two things, of all which men possess | [361] |
| As Dick and I at Charing Cross were walking | [960] |
| As I am a Rhymer | [477] |
| As late each flower that sweetest blows | [45] |
| As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain | [11] |
| As late I lay in Slumber's shadowy vale | [80] |
| As late, in wreaths, gay flowers I bound | [33] |
| As late on Skiddaw's mount I lay supine | [350] |
| As long as ere the life-blood's running | [961] |
| As oft mine eye with careless glance | [104] |
| As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood | [1001] |
| As the shy hind, the soft-eyed gentle Brute | [1013] |
| As the tir'd savage, who his drowsy frame | [1023] |
| As when a child on some long Winter's night | [85] |
| As when far off the warbled strains are heard | [82] |
| As when the new or full Moon urges | [1005] |
| At midnight by the stream I roved | [253] |
| Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song | [131], [1024] |
| Away, those cloudy looks, that labouring sigh | [90] |
| Be proud as Spaniards! Leap for pride ye Fleas! | [980] |
| 'Be, rather than be called, a child of God' | [312] |
| Behind the thin Grey cloud | [992] |
| Behold yon row of pines, that shorn and bow'd | [1006] |
| Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun | [396] |
| Beneath this stone does William Hazlitt lie | [962] |
| Beneath this thorn when I was young | [269] |
| Beneath yon birch with silver bark | [293] |
| Benign shooting stars, ecstatic delight | [1015] |
| Bob now resolves on marriage schemes to trample | [953] |
| Bright cloud of reverence, sufferably bright | [998] |
| Britannia's boast, her glory and her pride | [970] |
| Britons! when last ye met, with distant streak | [150] |
| Broad-breasted Pollards, with broad-branching heads | [992] |
| Broad-breasted rook-hanging cliff that glasses | [988] |
| By many a booby's vengeance bit | [953] |
| Charles, grave or merry, at no lie would stick | [964] |
| Charles! my slow heart was only sad, when first | [154] |
| Child of my muse! in Barbour's gentle hand | [483] |
| Come, come thou bleak December wind | [1001] |
| Come hither, gently rowing | [311] |
| Come; your opinion of my manuscript | [967] |
| Cupid, if storying Legends tell aright | [46] |
| Dear Charles! whilst yet thou wert a babe, I ween | [158] |
| Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West | [48] |
| Dear tho' unseen! tho' I have left behind | [468] |
| Deep in the gulph of Vice and Woe | [12] |
| Depart in joy from this world's noise and strife | [177] |
| Didst thou think less of thy dear self | [965] |
| Dim Hour! that sleep'st on pillowing clouds afar | [96] |
| Discontent mild as an infant | [991] |
| Do call, dear Jess, whene'er my way you come | [962] |
| Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove | [386] |
| Dormi, Jesu! Mater ridet | [417] |
| Due to the Staggerers, that made drunk by Power | [989] |
| Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf | [968] |
| Each crime that once estranges from the virtues | [1011] |
| Earth! thou mother of numberless children, the nurse and the mother | [327] |
| Edmund! thy grave with aching eye I scan | [76] |
| Encinctured with a twine of leaves | [287] |
| Ere on my bed my limbs I lay (1803) | [389] |
| Ere on my bed my limbs I lay (1806) | [401] |
| Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade | [68] |
| Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no | [419] |
| Eu! Dei vices gerens, ipse Divus | [981] |
| Farewell, parental scenes! a sad farewell | [29] |
| Farewell, sweet Love! yet blame you not my truth | [402] |
| Fear no more, thou timid Flower | [356] |
| 'Fie, Mr. Coleridge!—and can this be you? | [441] |
| Flowers are lovely, Love is flower-like | [1085], [1086] |
| Fond, peevish, wedded pair! why all this rant? | [984] |
| For ever in the world of Fame | [1013] |
| Frail creatures are we all! To be the best | [486] |
| Friend, Lover, Husband, Sister, Brother | [392] |
| Friend of the wise! and Teacher of the Good | [403] |
| Friend pure of heart and fervent! we have learnt | [1008] |
| Friends should be weigh'd, not told; who boasts to have won | [963] |
| From his brimstone bed at break of day | [319] |
| From me, Aurelia! you desired | [966] |
| From Rufa's eye sly Cupid shot his dart | [952] |
| From yonder tomb of recent date | [955] |
| Gently I took that which ungently came | [488] |
| Γνῶθι σεαυτόν!—and is this the prime | [487] |
| Go little Pipe! for ever I must leave thee | [1016] |
| God be with thee, gladsome Ocean | [359] |
| Gōd ĭs oŭr Strēngth ănd oŭr Rēfŭge | [326] |
| God no distance knows | [989] |
| God's child in Christ adopted,—Christ my all | [490] |
| God's Image, Sister of the Cherubim | [994] |
| Good Candle, thou that with thy brother, Fire | [969] |
| Good verse most good, and bad verse then seems better | [96] |
| Grant me a Patron, gracious Heaven! whene'er | [995] |
| Great goddesses are they to lazy folks | [1008] |
| Hail! festal Easter that dost bring | [1] |
| Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star | [376], [1074] |
| He too has flitted from his secret nest | [457] |
| Hear, my belovéd, an old Milesian story | [307] |
| Hear, sweet Spirit, hear the spell | [420], [552], [849] |
| Heard'st thou yon universal cry | [10] |
| Hence, soul-dissolving Harmony | [28] |
| Hence that fantastic wantonness of woe | [157] |
| Hence! thou fiend of gloomy sway | [34] |
| Her attachment may differ from yours in degree | [484] |
| Here's Jem's first copy of nonsense verses | [983] |
| Here lies a Poet; or what once was he | [1089] |
| Here lies the Devil—ask no other name | [964] |
| Here sleeps at length, poor Col., and without screaming | [970] |
| High o'er the rocks at night I rov'd | [1050], [1051] |
| High o'er the silver rocks I rov'd | [1049] |
| Hippona lets no silly flush | [955] |
| His native accents to her stranger's ear | [1011] |
| His own fair countenance, his kingly forehead | [1005] |
| Hoarse Maevius reads his hobbling verse | [955] |
| How long will ye round me be swelling | [39] |
| How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits | [381] |
| 'How sweet, when crimson colours dart | [353] |
| How warm this woodland wild Recess | [409] |
| Hush! ye clamorous Cares! be mute | [92] |
| I ask'd my fair one happy day | [318] |
| I fancy whenever I spy Nosy | [953] |
| I from the influence of thy Looks receive | [999] |
| I have experienced the worst the world can wreak on me | [1004] |
| I have heard of reasons manifold | [418] |
| I heard a voice from Etna's side | [347] |
| I heard a voice pealing loud triumph to-day | [1014] |
| I hold of all our viperous race | [959] |
| I know it is dark; and though I have lain | [382] |
| I know 'tis but a dream, yet feel more anguish | [998] |
| I love, and he loves me again | [1118] |
| I mix in life, and labour to seem free | [292] |
| I never saw the man whom you describe | [182] |
| I note the moods and feelings men betray | [448] |
| I sigh, fair injur'd stranger! for thy fate | [152] |
| I stand alone, nor tho' my heart should break | [1010] |
| I stood on Brocken's sovran height, and saw | [315] |
| I too a sister had! too cruel Death | [21] |
| I touch this scar upon my skull behind | [984] |
| I wish on earth to sing | [1017] |
| I yet remain To mourn | [1124] |
| If dead, we cease to be; if total gloom | [425] |
| If fair by Nature | [1012] |
| If I had but two little wings | [313] |
| If Love be dead | [475] |
| If Pegasus will let thee only ride him | [21] |
| If the guilt of all lying consists in deceit | [954] |
| If thou wert here, these tears were tears of light | [386] |
| If while my passion I impart | [58] |
| Imagination, honourable aims | [396] |
| Imagination, Mistress of my Love | [49] |
| In a cave in the mountains of Cashmeer | [993] |
| In darkness I remain'd—the neighbour's clock | [990] |
| In Köhln, a town of monks and bones | [477] |
| In many ways does the full heart reveal | [462] |
| In Spain, that land of Monks and Apes | [974] |
| In the corner one | [1012] |
| In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column | [308] |
| In this world we dwell among the tombs | [991] |
| In vain I praise thee, Zoilus | [966] |
| In vain I supplicate the Powers above | [1087] |
| In Xanadu did Kubla Khan | [297] |
| It is an ancient Mariner | [187] |
| It is an ancyent Marinere | [1030] |
| It may indeed be phantasy, when I | [429] |
| It was some Spirit, Sheridan! that breath'd | [87] |
| Its balmy lips the infant blest | [417] |
| Jack drinks fine wines, wears modish clothing | [958] |
| Jack finding gold left a rope on the ground | [971] |
| Jack Snipe | [982] |
| Jem writes his verses with more speed | [956] |
| Julia was blest with beauty, wit, and grace | [6] |
| Kayser! to whom, as to a second self | [490] |
| Know thou who walk'st by, Man! that wrapp'd up in lead, man | [961] |
| Know'st thou the land where the pale citrons grow | [311] |
| Lady, to Death we're doom'd, our crime the same | [392] |
| Last Monday all the Papers said | [956] |
| Leanness, disquietude, and secret Pangs | [990] |
| Lest after this life it should prove my sad story | [1090] |
| Let clumps of earth, however glorified | [1008] |
| Let Eagle bid the Tortoise sunward soar | [1001] |
| Let those whose low delights to Earth are given | [427] |
| Light cargoes waft of modulated Sound | [988] |
| Like a lone Arab, old and blind | [488] |
| Like a mighty Giantess | [991] |
| Little Miss Fanny | [987] |
| Lo! through the dusky silence of the groves | [33] |
| Lov'd the same Love, and hated the same hate | [994] |
| Lovely gems of radiance meek | [17] |
| Low was our pretty Cot! our tallest Rose | [106] |
| Lunatic Witch-fires! Ghosts of Light and Motion! | [979] |
| Maid of my Love, sweet Genevieve | [19] |
| Maid of unboastful charms! whom white-robed Truth | [66] |
| Maiden, that with sullen brow | [171] |
| Mark this holy chapel well | [309] |
| Matilda! I have heard a sweet tune played | [374] |
| Mild Splendour of the various-vested Night | [5] |
| Money, I've heard a wise man say | [972] |
| Most candid critic, what if I | [962] |
| Mourn, Israel! Sons of Israel, mourn | [433] |
| Much on my early youth I love to dwell | [64] |
| My dearest Dawtie | [984] |
| My eyes make pictures, when they are shut | [385] |
| My father confessor is strict and holy | [969] |
| My heart has thanked thee, Bowles! for those soft strains | [84], [85] |
| My heart seraglios a whole host of Joys | [990] |
| My Lesbia, let us love and live | [60] |
| My Lord! though your Lordship repel deviation | [341] |
| My Maker! of thy power the trace | [423] |
| My Merry men all, that drink with glee | [979] |
| My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined | [100], [1021] |
| Myrtle-leaf that, ill besped | [172] |
| Names do not always meet with Love | [997] |
| Nature wrote Rascal on his face | [991] |
| Nay, dearest Anna! why so grave? | [418] |
| Near the lone pile with ivy overspread | [69] |
| Never, believe me | [310] |
| No cloud, no relique of the sunken day | [264] |
| No cold shall thee benumb | [1015] |
| No doleful faces here, no sighing | [954] |
| No more my visionary soul shall dwell | [68] |
| No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope | [460] |
| No mortal spirit yet had clomb so high | [1004] |
| No private grudge they need, no personal spite | [972] |
| Nor cold, nor stern, my soul! yet I detest | [824] |
| Nor travels my meandering eye | [97] |
| Not always should the Tear's ambrosial dew | [83] |
| Not hers To win the sense by words of rhetoric | [1007] |
| Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful name | [89] |
| Nothing speaks our mind so well | [975] |
| Now! It is gone—our brief hours travel post | [974] |
| Now prompts the Muse poetic lays | [13] |
| O ——! O ——! of you we complain | [977] |
| O beauty in a beauteous body dight | [999] |
| O! Christmas Day, Oh! happy day! | [460] |
| O fair is Love's first hope to gentle mind | [443] |
| O form'd t'illume a sunless world forlorn | [86] |
| O Friend! O Teacher! God's great Gift to me | [1081] |
| O! I do love thee, meek Simplicity | [210] |
| O! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease | [435] |
| O leave the Lily on its stem | [1053] |
| O man! thou half-dead Angel! | [994] |
| O meek attendant of Sol's setting blaze | [16] |
| O mercy, O me, miserable man | [1005] |
| O Muse who sangest late another's pain | [18] |
| O Peace, that on a lilied bank dost love | [94] |
| O! Superstition is the giant shadow | [1007] |
| O th' Oppressive, irksome weight | [1000] |
| O thou wild Fancy, check thy wing! No more | [51] |
| O thron'd in Heav'n! Sole King of kings | [438] |
| O what a loud and fearful shriek was there | [82] |
| O what a wonder seems the fear of death | [125] |
| O would the Baptist come again | [959] |
| O'er the raised earth the gales of evening sigh | [996] |
| O'er wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule | [481] |
| O'erhung with yew, midway the Muses mount | [1003] |
| Of him that in this gorgeous tomb doth lie | [961] |
| Of late, in one of those most weary hours | [478] |
| Of one scrap of science I've evidence ocular | [985] |
| Of smart pretty Fellows in Bristol are numbers, some | [952] |
| Oft o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll | [153] |
| Oft, oft methinks, the while with thee | [388] |
| Oh! might my ill-past hours return again | [7] |
| Oh! the procrastinating idle rogue | [817] |
| Old age, 'the shape and messenger of Death' | [989] |
| Old Harpy jeers at castles in the air | [965] |
| On nothing, Fanny, shall I write? | [973] |
| On stern Blencartha's perilous height | [347] |
| On the broad mountain-top | [992] |
| On the sky with liquid openings of Blue | [1109] |
| On the tenth day of September | [1084] |
| On the wide level of a mountain's head | [419] |
| On wide or narrow scale shall Man | [30] |
| Or Wren or Linnet | [1002] |
| Once again, sweet Willow, wave thee | [1018] |
| Once could the Morn's first beams, the healthful breeze | [17] |
| Once more! sweet Stream! with slow foot wandering near | [58] |
| One kiss, dear Maid! I said and sigh'd | [63] |
| Oppress'd, confused, with grief and pain | [436] |
| Our English poets, bad and good, agree | [968] |
| Outmalic'd Calumny's imposthum'd Tongue | [989] |
| Over the broad, the shallow, rapid stream | [998] |
| Pains ventral, subventral | [985] |
| Pale Roamer through the night! thou poor Forlorn | [71] |
| Parry seeks the Polar ridge | [972] |
| Pass under Jack's window at twelve at night | [963] |
| Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd | [209] |
| Perish warmth | [989] |
| Phidias changed marble into feet and legs | [984] |
| Pity! mourn in plaintive tone | [61] |
| Plucking flowers from the Galaxy | [978] |
| Pluto commanded death to take away | [957] |
| Poor little Foal of an oppressed race | [74] |
| Promptress of unnumber'd sighs | [55] |
| Quae linquam, aut nihil, aut nihili, aut vix sunt mea. Sordes | [462] |
| Quoth Dick to me, as once at College | [414] |
| Repeating Such verse as Bowles | [977] |
| Resembles life what once was deem'd of light | [394] |
| Richer than Miser o'er his countless hoards | [57] |
| Rush on my ear, a cataract of sound | [990] |
| Sad lot, to have no Hope! Though lowly kneeling | [416] |
| Said William to Edmund I can't guess the reason | [951] |
| Say what you will, Ingenious Youth | [954] |
| Scarce any scandal, but has a handle | [965] |
| Schiller! that hour I would have wish'd to die | [72] |
| Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud | [997] |
| Semper Elisa! mihi tu suaveolentia donas | [1010] |
| Seraphs! around th' Eternal's seat who throng | [5] |
| She gave with joy her virgin breast | [306] |
| 'She's secret as the grave, allow!' | [971] |
| Since all that beat about in Nature's range | [455] |
| Sing, impassionate Soul! of Mohammed the complicate story | [1016] |
| Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel | [93] |
| Sisters! sisters! who sent you here? | [237] |
| Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling | [417] |
| Sly Beelzebub took all occasions | [957] |
| Smooth, shining, and deceitful as thin Ice | [990] |
| So great the charms of Mrs. Mundy | [976] |
| So Mr. Baker heart did pluck | [973] |
| Sole maid, associate sole, to me beyond | [1004] |
| Sole Positive of Night | [431] |
| Some are home-sick—some two or three | [443] |
| Some, Thelwall! to the Patriot's meed aspire | [1090] |
| Some whim or fancy pleases every eye | [970] |
| Songs of Shepherds and rustical Roundelays | [1018] |
| Southey! thy melodies steal o'er mine ear | [87] |
| Speak out, Sir! you're safe, for so ruddy your nose | [958] |
| Spirit who sweepest the wild Harp of Time | [160] |
| Splendour's fondly-fostered child | [335] |
| Stanhope! I hail, with ardent Hymn, thy name | [89] |
| Stop, Christian passer-by!—Stop, child of God | [491], [1088] |
| Stranger! whose eyes a look of pity shew | [248] |
| Stretch'd on a moulder'd Abbey's broadest wall | [73] |
| Strong spirit-bidding sounds | [399] |
| Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows | [307] |
| Such fierce vivacity as fires the eye | [991] |
| Such love as mourning Husbands have | [998] |
| Swans sing before they die—'twere no bad thing | [960] |
| Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet stem | [148] |
| Sweet Gift! and always doth Elisa send | [1009] |
| Sweet Mercy! how my very heart has bled | [93] |
| Sweet Muse! companion of my every hour | [16] |
| Tell me, on what holy ground | [71], [501] |
| Terrible and loud | [991] |
| That darling of the Tragic Muse | [67] |
| That France has put us oft to rout | [968] |
| That Jealousy may rule a mind | [484] |
| The angel's like a flea | [1009] |
| The body, Eternal Shadow of the finite Soul | [1001] |
| The Brook runs over sea-weeds | [992] |
| The builder left one narrow rent | [1003] |
| The butterfly the ancient Grecians made | [412] |
| The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar | [653] |
| The Devil believes that the Lord will come | [353] |
| The dubious light sad glimmers o'er the sky | [36] |
| The dust flies smothering, as on clatt'ring wheel | [56] |
| The early Year's fast-flying vapours stray | [148] |
| The fervid Sun had more than halv'd the day | [24] |
| The Fox, and Statesman subtile wiles ensure | [1089] |
| The Frost performs its secret ministry | [240] |
| The grapes upon the Vicar's wall | [276] |
| The guilty pomp, consuming while it flares | [990] |
| The hour-bell sounds, and I must go | [61] |
| The indignant Bard composed this furious ode | [27] |
| The mild despairing of a Heart resigned | [991] |
| The Moon, how definite its orb | [997] |
| The piteous sobs that choke the Virgin's breath | [155] |
| The Pleasures sport beneath the thatch | [997] |
| The poet in his lone yet genial hour | [345] |
| The reed roof'd village still bepatch'd with snow | [1002] |
| The rose that blushes like the morn | [973] |
| The shepherds went their hasty way | [338] |
| The silence of a City, how awful at Midnight | [999] |
| The singing Kettle and the purring Cat | [1003] |
| The sole true Something—This! In Limbo's Den | [429] |
| The solemn-breathing air is ended | [59] |
| The spruce and limber yellow-hammer | [1002] |
| The stars that wont to start, as on a chace | [486] |
| The stream with languid murmur creeps | [38] |
| The subtle snow | [993] |
| The Sun (for now his orb 'gan slowly sink) | [990] |
| 'The Sun is not yet risen | [469] |
| The Sun with gentle beams his rage disguises | [1010] |
| The sunshine lies on the cottage-wall | [993] |
| The swallows Interweaving there | [992] |
| The tear which mourn'd a brother's fate scarce dry | [20] |
| The tedded hay, the first fruits of the soil | [345] |
| The tongue can't speak when the mouth is cramm'd with earth | [994] |
| Then Jerome did call | [1019] |
| There are, I am told, who sharply criticise | [816] |
| There are two births, the one when Light | [362] |
| There comes from old Avaro's grave | [954] |
| There in some darksome shade | [1018] |
| Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn | [1010] |
| This be the meed, that thy song creates a thousand-fold echo | [391] |
| This day among the faithful plac'd | [176] |
| This, Hannah Scollock! may have been the case | [981] |
| This is now—this was erst | [22] |
| This is the time, when most divine to hear | [108] |
| This Sycamore, oft musical with bees | [381] |
| This way or that, ye Powers above me | [974] |
| This yearning heart (Love! witness what I say) | [362] |
| Thou bleedest, my poor Heart! and thy distress | [72] |
| Thou gentle Look, that didst my soul beguile | [47] |
| Thou who in youthful vigour rich, and light | [349] |
| Though friendships differ endless in degree | [1012] |
| Tho' Miss ——'s match is a subject of mirth | [952] |
| Tho' much averse, dear Jack, to flicker | [37] |
| Tho' no bold flights to thee belong | [9] |
| Though rous'd by that dark Vizir Riot rude | [81] |
| Though veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath | [450] |
| Three truths should make thee often think and pause | [966] |
| Through weeds and thorns, and matted underwood | [369] |
| Thus far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme | [78] |
| Thus she said, and all around | [1015] |
| Thy babes ne'er greet thee with the father's name | [960] |
| Thy lap-dog, Rufa, is a dainty beast | [960] |
| Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower | [149] |
| Thy stern and sullen eye, and thy dark brow | [994] |
| 'Tis hard on Bagshot Heath to try | [26] |
| 'Tis mine and it is likewise yours | [997] |
| 'Tis not the lily-brow I prize | [483] |
| 'Tis sweet to him who all the week | [314] |
| 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock | [215] |
| 'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane | [413] |
| To be ruled like a Frenchman the Briton is both | [953] |
| To know, to esteem, to love,—and then to part | [410] |
| To praise men as good, and to take them for such | [486] |
| To tempt the dangerous deep, too venturous youth | [2] |
| To wed a fool, I really cannot see | [963] |
| Tom Hill, who laughs at Cares and Woes | [974] |
| Tom Slothful talks, as slothful Tom beseems | [967] |
| Tranquillity! thou better name | [360] |
| Trōchĕe trīps frŏm long tŏ shōrt | [401] |
| Truth I pursued, as Fancy sketch'd the way | [1008] |
| 'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be | [454] |
| 'Twas not a mist, nor was it quite a cloud | [1000] |
| 'Twas sweet to know it only possible | [992] |
| Two things hast thou made known to half the nation | [964] |
| Two wedded hearts, if ere were such | [1003] |
| Unboastful Bard! whose verse concise yet clear | [102] |
| Unchanged within, to see all changed without | [459] |
| Under the arms of a goodly oak-tree | [1048] |
| Under this stone does Walter Harcourt lie | [962] |
| Underneath an old oak tree | [169] |
| Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk | [70] |
| Unperishing youth | [308] |
| Up, up! ye dames, and lasses gay | [427] |
| Up, up! ye dames, ye lasses gay | [942] |
| Upon the mountain's edge with light touch resting | [393] |
| Utter the song, O my soul! the flight and return of Mohammed | [329] |
| Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying | [439] |
| Verse, pictures, music, thoughts both grave and gay | [482] |
| Verse, that Breeze mid blossoms straying | [1085] |
| Virtues and Woes alike too great for man | [37] |
| Vivit sed mihi non vivit—nova forte marita | [56] |
| Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green | [1009] |
| We both attended the same College | [955] |
| We pledged our hearts, my love and I | [391] |
| Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made | [362], [1076] |
| Well, they are gone, and here must I remain | [178] |
| We've conquer'd us a Peace, like lads true metalled | [972] |
| We've fought for Peace, and conquer'd it at last | [972] |
| What a spring-tide of Love to dear friends in a shoal | [1010] |
| What boots to tell how o'er his grave | [1011] |
| What is an Epigram? a dwarfish whole | [963] |
| What never is, but only is to be | [999] |
| What now, O Man! thou dost or mean'st to do | [414] |
| What pleasures shall he ever find | [4] |
| What though the chilly wide-mouth'd quacking chorus | [476] |
| Whate'er thou giv'st, it still is sweet to me | [1010] |
| When British Freedom for an happier land | [79] |
| When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt | [1004] |
| When Surface talks of other people's worth | [969] |
| When the squalls were flitting and fleering | [980] |
| When they did greet me father, sudden awe | [152] |
| When thieves come, I bark: when gallants, I am still | [966] |
| When thou to my true-love com'st | [326] |
| When thy Beauty appears | [1016] |
| When Youth his faery reign began | [62] |
| Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt God and thee | [487] |
| Where Cam his stealthy flowings most dissembles | [988] |
| Where deep in mud Cam rolls his slumbrous stream | [35] |
| Where graced with many a classic spoil | [29] |
| Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn | [432] |
| Where true Love burns Desire is love's pure flame | [485] |
| Where'er I find the Good, the True, the Fair | [1011] |
| Wherefore art thou come? | [989] |
| While my young cheek retains its healthful hues | [236] |
| Whilst pale Anxiety, corrosive Care | [69] |
| Whom should I choose for my Judge? | [1000] |
| Whom the untaught Shepherds call | [40] |
| Why is my Love like the Sun? | [1109] |
| Why need I say, Louisa dear | [252] |
| William, my teacher, my friend | [304] |
| Wisdom, Mother of retired Thought | [991] |
| With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots | [433] |
| With many a pause and oft reverted eye | [94] |
| With many a weary step at length I gain | [56] |
| With secret hand heal the conjectur'd wound | [988] |
| With skill that never Alchemist yet told | [995] |
| Within these circling hollies woodbine-clad | [409] |
| Within these wilds was Anna wont to rove | [16] |
| Ye Clouds! that far above me float and pause | [243] |
| Ye drinkers of Stingo and Nappy so free | [978] |
| Ye fowls of ill presage | [1017] |
| Ye Gales, that of the Lark's repose | [35] |
| Ye harp-controlling hymns | [1006] |
| Ye souls unus'd to lofty verse | [8] |
| Yes, noble old Warrior! this heart has beat high | [317] |
| Yes, yes! that boon, life's richest treat | [466] |
| Yet art thou happier far than she | [62] |
| Yon row of bleak and visionary pines | [1006] |
| You're careful o'er your wealth 'tis true | [958] |
| You come from o'er the waters | [987] |
| You loved the daughter of Don Manrique? | [421] |
| You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within | [1002] |
| Your Poem must eternal be | [959] |
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