INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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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 sting961
A little further, O my father[288]
A long deep lane992
A lovely form there sate beside my bed[484]
A low dead Thunder mutter'd thro' the night1005
A Lutheran stout, I hold for Goose-and-Gaundry975
A maniac in the woods993
A mount, not wearisome and bare and steep[155]
A poor benighted Pedlar knock'd967
A sumptuous and magnificent Revenge1000
A sunny shaft did I behold[426], 919
A sworded man whose trade is blood[397]
A wind that with Aurora hath abiding1011
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 should971
An Ox, long fed with musty hay[299]
And arrows steeled with wrath994
And cauldrons the scoop'd earth, a boiling sea989
And in Life's noisiest hour1002
And my heart mantles in its own delight1002
And Pity's sigh shall answer thy tale of Anguish990
And re-implace God's Image of the Soul994
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 song994
And write Impromptus989
Are there two things, of all which men possess[361]
As Dick and I at Charing Cross were walking960
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 running961
As oft mine eye with careless glance[104]
As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood1001
As the shy hind, the soft-eyed gentle Brute1013
As the tir'd savage, who his drowsy frame1023
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 urges1005
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 cloud992
Behold yon row of pines, that shorn and bow'd1006
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun[396]
Beneath this stone does William Hazlitt lie962
Beneath this thorn when I was young[269]
Beneath yon birch with silver bark[293]
Benign shooting stars, ecstatic delight1015
Bob now resolves on marriage schemes to trample953
Bright cloud of reverence, sufferably bright998
Britannia's boast, her glory and her pride970
Britons! when last ye met, with distant streak[150]
Broad-breasted Pollards, with broad-branching heads992
Broad-breasted rook-hanging cliff that glasses988
By many a booby's vengeance bit953
Charles, grave or merry, at no lie would stick964
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 wind1001
Come hither, gently rowing[311]
Come; your opinion of my manuscript967
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 self965
Dim Hour! that sleep'st on pillowing clouds afar[96]
Discontent mild as an infant991
Do call, dear Jess, whene'er my way you come962
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 Power989
Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf968
Each crime that once estranges from the virtues1011
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 Divus981
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-like1085, 1086
Fond, peevish, wedded pair! why all this rant?984
For ever in the world of Fame1013
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 learnt1008
Friends should be weigh'd, not told; who boasts to have won963
From his brimstone bed at break of day[319]
From me, Aurelia! you desired966
From Rufa's eye sly Cupid shot his dart952
From yonder tomb of recent date955
Gently I took that which ungently came[488]
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν!—and is this the prime[487]
Go little Pipe! for ever I must leave thee1016
God be with thee, gladsome Ocean[359]
Gōd ĭs oŭr Strēngth ănd oŭr Rēfŭge[326]
God no distance knows989
God's child in Christ adopted,—Christ my all[490]
God's Image, Sister of the Cherubim994
Good Candle, thou that with thy brother, Fire969
Good verse most good, and bad verse then seems better[96]
Grant me a Patron, gracious Heaven! whene'er995
Great goddesses are they to lazy folks1008
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 verses983
Here lies a Poet; or what once was he1089
Here lies the Devil—ask no other name964
Here sleeps at length, poor Col., and without screaming970
High o'er the rocks at night I rov'd1050, 1051
High o'er the silver rocks I rov'd1049
Hippona lets no silly flush955
His native accents to her stranger's ear1011
His own fair countenance, his kingly forehead1005
Hoarse Maevius reads his hobbling verse955
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 Nosy953
I from the influence of thy Looks receive999
I have experienced the worst the world can wreak on me1004
I have heard of reasons manifold[418]
I heard a voice from Etna's side[347]
I heard a voice pealing loud triumph to-day1014
I hold of all our viperous race959
I know it is dark; and though I have lain[382]
I know 'tis but a dream, yet feel more anguish998
I love, and he loves me again1118
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 break1010
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 behind984
I wish on earth to sing1017
I yet remain To mourn1124
If dead, we cease to be; if total gloom[425]
If fair by Nature1012
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 deceit954
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 Cashmeer993
In darkness I remain'd—the neighbour's clock990
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 Apes974
In the corner one1012
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column[308]
In this world we dwell among the tombs991
In vain I praise thee, Zoilus966
In vain I supplicate the Powers above1087
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan[297]
It is an ancient Mariner[187]
It is an ancyent Marinere1030
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 clothing958
Jack finding gold left a rope on the ground971
Jack Snipe982
Jem writes his verses with more speed956
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, man961
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 said956
Leanness, disquietude, and secret Pangs990
Lest after this life it should prove my sad story1090
Let clumps of earth, however glorified1008
Let Eagle bid the Tortoise sunward soar1001
Let those whose low delights to Earth are given[427]
Light cargoes waft of modulated Sound988
Like a lone Arab, old and blind[488]
Like a mighty Giantess991
Little Miss Fanny987
Lo! through the dusky silence of the groves[33]
Lov'd the same Love, and hated the same hate994
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 say972
Most candid critic, what if I962
Mourn, Israel! Sons of Israel, mourn[433]
Much on my early youth I love to dwell[64]
My dearest Dawtie984
My eyes make pictures, when they are shut[385]
My father confessor is strict and holy969
My heart has thanked thee, Bowles! for those soft strains[84], [85]
My heart seraglios a whole host of Joys990
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 glee979
My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined[100], 1021
Myrtle-leaf that, ill besped[172]
Names do not always meet with Love997
Nature wrote Rascal on his face991
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 benumb1015
No doleful faces here, no sighing954
No more my visionary soul shall dwell[68]
No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope[460]
No mortal spirit yet had clomb so high1004
No private grudge they need, no personal spite972
Nor cold, nor stern, my soul! yet I detest824
Nor travels my meandering eye[97]
Not always should the Tear's ambrosial dew[83]
Not hers To win the sense by words of rhetoric1007
Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful name[89]
Nothing speaks our mind so well975
Now! It is gone—our brief hours travel post974
Now prompts the Muse poetic lays[13]
O ——! O ——! of you we complain977
O beauty in a beauteous body dight999
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 me1081
O! I do love thee, meek Simplicity[210]
O! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease[435]
O leave the Lily on its stem1053
O man! thou half-dead Angel!994
O meek attendant of Sol's setting blaze[16]
O mercy, O me, miserable man1005
O Muse who sangest late another's pain[18]
O Peace, that on a lilied bank dost love[94]
O! Superstition is the giant shadow1007
O th' Oppressive, irksome weight1000
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 again959
O'er the raised earth the gales of evening sigh996
O'er wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule[481]
O'erhung with yew, midway the Muses mount1003
Of him that in this gorgeous tomb doth lie961
Of late, in one of those most weary hours[478]
Of one scrap of science I've evidence ocular985
Of smart pretty Fellows in Bristol are numbers, some952
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 rogue817
Old age, 'the shape and messenger of Death'989
Old Harpy jeers at castles in the air965
On nothing, Fanny, shall I write?973
On stern Blencartha's perilous height[347]
On the broad mountain-top992
On the sky with liquid openings of Blue1109
On the tenth day of September1084
On the wide level of a mountain's head[419]
On wide or narrow scale shall Man[30]
Or Wren or Linnet1002
Once again, sweet Willow, wave thee1018
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, agree968
Outmalic'd Calumny's imposthum'd Tongue989
Over the broad, the shallow, rapid stream998
Pains ventral, subventral985
Pale Roamer through the night! thou poor Forlorn[71]
Parry seeks the Polar ridge972
Pass under Jack's window at twelve at night963
Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd[209]
Perish warmth989
Phidias changed marble into feet and legs984
Pity! mourn in plaintive tone[61]
Plucking flowers from the Galaxy978
Pluto commanded death to take away957
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 Bowles977
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 sound990
Sad lot, to have no Hope! Though lowly kneeling[416]
Said William to Edmund I can't guess the reason951
Say what you will, Ingenious Youth954
Scarce any scandal, but has a handle965
Schiller! that hour I would have wish'd to die[72]
Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud997
Semper Elisa! mihi tu suaveolentia donas1010
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 story1016
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 occasions957
Smooth, shining, and deceitful as thin Ice990
So great the charms of Mrs. Mundy976
So Mr. Baker heart did pluck973
Sole maid, associate sole, to me beyond1004
Sole Positive of Night[431]
Some are home-sick—some two or three[443]
Some, Thelwall! to the Patriot's meed aspire1090
Some whim or fancy pleases every eye970
Songs of Shepherds and rustical Roundelays1018
Southey! thy melodies steal o'er mine ear[87]
Speak out, Sir! you're safe, for so ruddy your nose958
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 eye991
Such love as mourning Husbands have998
Swans sing before they die—'twere no bad thing960
Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet stem[148]
Sweet Gift! and always doth Elisa send1009
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 loud991
That darling of the Tragic Muse[67]
That France has put us oft to rout968
That Jealousy may rule a mind[484]
The angel's like a flea1009
The body, Eternal Shadow of the finite Soul1001
The Brook runs over sea-weeds992
The builder left one narrow rent1003
The butterfly the ancient Grecians made[412]
The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar653
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 ensure1089
The Frost performs its secret ministry[240]
The grapes upon the Vicar's wall[276]
The guilty pomp, consuming while it flares990
The hour-bell sounds, and I must go[61]
The indignant Bard composed this furious ode[27]
The mild despairing of a Heart resigned991
The Moon, how definite its orb997
The piteous sobs that choke the Virgin's breath[155]
The Pleasures sport beneath the thatch997
The poet in his lone yet genial hour[345]
The reed roof'd village still bepatch'd with snow1002
The rose that blushes like the morn973
The shepherds went their hasty way[338]
The silence of a City, how awful at Midnight999
The singing Kettle and the purring Cat1003
The sole true Something—This! In Limbo's Den[429]
The solemn-breathing air is ended[59]
The spruce and limber yellow-hammer1002
The stars that wont to start, as on a chace[486]
The stream with languid murmur creeps[38]
The subtle snow993
The Sun (for now his orb 'gan slowly sink)990
'The Sun is not yet risen[469]
The Sun with gentle beams his rage disguises1010
The sunshine lies on the cottage-wall993
The swallows Interweaving there992
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 earth994
Then Jerome did call1019
There are, I am told, who sharply criticise816
There are two births, the one when Light[362]
There comes from old Avaro's grave954
There in some darksome shade1018
Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn1010
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 case981
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 me974
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 degree1012
Tho' Miss ——'s match is a subject of mirth952
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 pause966
Through weeds and thorns, and matted underwood[369]
Thus far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme[78]
Thus she said, and all around1015
Thy babes ne'er greet thee with the father's name960
Thy lap-dog, Rufa, is a dainty beast960
Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower[149]
Thy stern and sullen eye, and thy dark brow994
'Tis hard on Bagshot Heath to try[26]
'Tis mine and it is likewise yours997
'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 both953
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 see963
Tom Hill, who laughs at Cares and Woes974
Tom Slothful talks, as slothful Tom beseems967
Tranquillity! thou better name[360]
Trōchĕe trīps frŏm long tŏ shōrt[401]
Truth I pursued, as Fancy sketch'd the way1008
'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be[454]
'Twas not a mist, nor was it quite a cloud1000
'Twas sweet to know it only possible992
Two things hast thou made known to half the nation964
Two wedded hearts, if ere were such1003
Unboastful Bard! whose verse concise yet clear[102]
Unchanged within, to see all changed without[459]
Under the arms of a goodly oak-tree1048
Under this stone does Walter Harcourt lie962
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 gay942
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 straying1085
Virtues and Woes alike too great for man[37]
Vivit sed mihi non vivit—nova forte marita[56]
Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green1009
We both attended the same College955
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 metalled972
We've fought for Peace, and conquer'd it at last972
What a spring-tide of Love to dear friends in a shoal1010
What boots to tell how o'er his grave1011
What is an Epigram? a dwarfish whole963
What never is, but only is to be999
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 me1010
When British Freedom for an happier land[79]
When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt1004
When Surface talks of other people's worth969
When the squalls were flitting and fleering980
When they did greet me father, sudden awe[152]
When thieves come, I bark: when gallants, I am still966
When thou to my true-love com'st[326]
When thy Beauty appears1016
When Youth his faery reign began[62]
Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt God and thee[487]
Where Cam his stealthy flowings most dissembles988
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 Fair1011
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 Thought991
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 wound988
With skill that never Alchemist yet told995
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 free978
Ye fowls of ill presage1017
Ye Gales, that of the Lark's repose[35]
Ye harp-controlling hymns1006
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 pines1006
You're careful o'er your wealth 'tis true958
You come from o'er the waters987
You loved the daughter of Don Manrique?[421]
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within1002
Your Poem must eternal be959

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:

Transcriber has copied the Index of First Lines from the end of Vol. II and appended it to this volume.

Page xxviii is blank in the original.

Ellipses in the text are represented as in the original. Ellipses in poetry are indicated by a row of asterisks.

Changes have been made to the text to reflect the corrections mentioned on the Errata page. The Errata page is included for completeness.

Inconsistencies in spelling, hyphenation, and accents have been left as in the original.