The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 8 (of 8)

by William Wordsworth

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A barking sound the Shepherd hears,	iii	44
A Book came forth of late, called Peter Bell;	vi	212
A bright-haired company of youthful slaves,	vii	14
Abruptly paused the strife;—the field throughout	vi	216
A dark plume fetch me from yon blasted yew,	vi	248
Adieu, Rydalian Laurels! that have grown	vii	342
Advance—come forth from thy Tyrolean ground,	iv	214
Aerial Rock—whose solitary brow	vi	188
A famous man is Robin Hood,	ii	403
Affections lose their object; Time brings forth,	viii	[185]
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by,	iv	43
A genial hearth, a hospitable board,	vii	87
A German Haggis from receipt	viii	[272]
Age! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers,	ii	414
Ah! if I were a lady gay	viii	[262]
Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide,	viii	[110]
A humming Bee—a little tinkling rill—	v	106
Ah, when the Body, round which in love we clung,	vii	19
Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue nor pen	iv	240
Ah why deceive ourselves! by no mere fit,	viii	[86]
Aid, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light,	vii	64
Alas! what boots the long laborious quest	iv	216
“A little onward lend thy guiding hand”	vi	133
All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed,	viii	[114]
Along the mazes of this song I go,	viii	[233]
A love-lorn Maid, at some far-distant time,	vi	253
Ambition—following down this far-famed slope	vi	356
Amid a fertile region green with wood	vii	301
Amid the smoke of cities did you pass	ii	157
Amid this dance of objects sadness steals	vi	299
Among a grave fraternity of Monks,	viii	[6]
Among all lovely things my Love had been,	viii	[232]
Among the dwellers in the silent fields,	viii	[310]
Among the dwellings framed by birds	vii	325
Among the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream!	vi	193
Among the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream!	vii	345
A month, sweet Little-ones, is past	iv	63
An age hath been when Earth was proud	vi	146
A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags,	ii	164
And has the Sun his flaming chariot driven,	viii	[211]
And is it among rude untutored Dales,	iv	222
And is this—Yarrow?—This the Stream	vi	36
And, not in vain embodied to the sight,	vii	40
“And shall,” the Pontiff asks, “profaneness flow”	vii	30
And what is Penance with her knotted thong;	vii	50
And what melodious sounds at times prevail!	vii	40
An Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold,	iv	20
Another year!—another deadly blow!	iv	49
A pen—to register; a key—	vii	117
A Pilgrim, when the summer day	vi	167
A plague on your languages, German and Norse!	ii	73
A pleasant music floats along the Mere,	vii	27
A Poet!—He hath put his heart to school,	viii	[128]
A point of life between my Parents’ dust,	vii	346
Arms and the Man I sing, the first who bore	viii	[281]
Army of Clouds! ye wingèd Host in troops,	viii	[142]
A Rock there is whose homely front	vii	274
A Roman Master stands on Grecian ground,	iv	242
Around a wild and woody hill	vi	310
Arran! a single-crested Teneriffe,	vii	370
Art thou a Statist in the van	ii	75
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,	ii	295
As faith thus sanctified the warrior’s crest	vii	42
A simple Child,	i	231
As indignation mastered grief, my tongue,	viii	[85]
As leaves are to the tree whereon they grow,	viii	[87]
A slumber did my spirit seal;	ii	83
As often as I murmur here	vii	265
As star that shines dependent upon star	vii	87
“As the cold aspect of a sunless way”	vi	191
A Stream, to mingle with your favourite Dee,	vii	129
A sudden conflict rises from the swell	vii	82
As, when a storm hath ceased, the birds regain	vii	9
As with the Stream our voyage we pursue,	vii	33
At early dawn, or rather when the air	vi	185
A Traveller on the skirt of Sarum’s Plain	i	79
A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,	vii	284
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,	i	226
A twofold harmony is here	viii	[282]
Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind	iv	247
Avaunt this œconomic rage!	viii	[299]
A voice, from long-expecting thousands sent	vii	79
A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found,	vii	119
Avon—a precious, an immortal name!	vii	303
A weight of awe, not easy to be borne,	vii	390
A whirl-blast from behind the hill	i	238
A wingèd Goddess—clothed in vesture wrought	vi	292
A Youth too certain of his power to wade	vii	362
Bard of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made	iv	273
Beaumont! it was thy wish that I should rear	iii	23
Before I see another day,	i	276
Before the world had past her time of youth,	viii	[107]
“Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf,”	ii	170
Beguiled into forgetfulness of care,	viii	[2]
Behold an emblem of our human mind,	viii	[188]
Behold a pupil of the monkish gown,	vii	24
Behold her, single in the field,	ii	397
Behold, within the leafy shade,	ii	237
“Beloved Vale!” I said, “when I shall con”	iv	35
Beneath the concave of an April sky,	vi	138
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed	ii	367
Beneath yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound,	iv	80
Be this the chosen site; the virgin sod,	vii	103
Between two sister moorland rills	ii	96
Bishops and Priests, blessed are ye, if deep	vii	86
Black Demons hovering o’er his mitred head,	vii	34
Bleak season was it, turbulent and bleak,	ii	121
Blest is this Isle—our native Land;	vii	109
Blest Statesman He, whose Mind’s unselfish will,	viii	[101]
Bold words affirmed, in days when faith was strong	vii	359
Brave Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight	iv	226
Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere,	ii	360
Bright was the summer’s noon when quickening steps	iii	186
Broken in fortune, but in mind entire	vii	365
Brook and road	ii	69
Brook, that hast been my solace days and weeks,	viii	[265]
Brook! whose society the Poet seeks,	iv	52
Brugès I saw attired with golden light	vi	288
But Cytherea, studious to invent,	viii	[277]
But here no cannon thunders to the gale;	vi	262
But liberty, and triumphs on the Main,	vii	102
But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book,	vii	58
But, to remote Northumbria’s royal Hall,	vii	15
But what if One, through grove or flowery mead,	vii	21
But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord	vii	44
By a blest Husband guided, Mary came,	viii	[35]
By antique Fancy trimmed—though lowly, bred	vi	324
By Art’s bold privilege Warrior and War-Horse stand,	viii	[118]
By chain yet stronger must the Soul be tied:	vii	93
By playful smiles, (alas, too oft,	viii	[120]
By such examples moved to unbought pains,	vii	22
By their floating mill,	iv	18
By vain affections unenthralled,	vii	135
Call not the royal Swede unfortunate,	iv	227
Calm as an under-current, strong to draw,	vii	80
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel	i	4
Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose	vii	317
Calvert! it must not be unheard by them	iv	44
“Change me, some God, into that breathing rose!”	vi	237
Chatsworth! thy stately mansion, and the pride	vii	273
Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream	ii	401
Child of the clouds! remote from every taint	vi	231
Clarkson! it was an obstinate hill to climb:	iv	62
Closing the sacred Book which long has fed	vii	98
Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars	iv	73
Coldly we spake. The Saxons, overpowered	vii	29
Come, gentle Sleep, Death’s image tho’ thou art,	viii	[264]
Come ye—who, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land	ii	437
Companion! by whose buoyant Spirit cheered,	viii	[41]
Complacent Fictions were they, yet the same,	viii	[61]
Confiding hopes of youthful hearts,	viii	[297]
Critics, right honourable Bard, decree	viii	[272]
Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell;	ii	349
Darkness surrounds us: seeking, we are lost	vii	7
Days passed—and Monte Calvo would not clear,	viii	[64]
Days undefiled by luxury or sloth,	viii	[179]
Dear be the Church, that, watching o’er the needs	vii	89
Dear Child of Nature, let them rail!	ii	366
Dear Fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse,	vi	285
Dear native regions, I foretell,	i	2
Dear Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould	vi	114
Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed,	vii	350
Deep is the lamentation! Not alone	vii	56
Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord!	ii	410
Deign, Sovereign Mistress, to accept a lay,	viii	[319]
Departed Child! I could forget thee once	iv	249
Departing summer hath assumed	vi	202
Deplorable his lot who tills the ground,	vii	38
Desire we past illusions to recal?	vvii	360
Desponding Father! mark this altered bough	viii	[31]
Despond who will—I heard a voice exclaim,	vii	368
Destined to war from very infancy	iv	234
Did pangs of grief for lenient time too keen,	vii	363
Discourse was deemed Man’s noblest attribute,	viii	[184]
Dishonoured Rock and Ruin! that, by law,	vii	292
Dogmatic Teachers, of the snow-white fur!	vi	208
Doomed as we are our native dust	vi	312
Doubling and doubling with laborious walk,	vii	295
Down a swift Stream, thus far, a bold design	vii	83
Dread hour! when, upheaved by war’s sulphurous blast,	vi	329
Driven in by Autumn’s sharpening air	vii	410
Earth has not any thing to show more fair:	ii	328
Eden! till now thy beauty had I viewed	vii	385
Emperors and Kings, how oft have temples rung	vi	113
England! the time is come when thou should’st wean	ii	433
Enlightened Teacher, gladly from thy hand	viii	[162]
Enough! for see, with dim association	vii	44
Enough of climbing toil!—Ambition treads	vi	149
Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook,	vii	294
Enough of rose-bud lips, and eyes	vii	239
Ere the Brothers through the gateway	iv	12
Erewhile to celebrate this glorious morn	vi	195
Ere with cold beads of midnight dew	vii	145
Ere yet our course was graced with social trees	vi	235
Eternal Lord! eased of a cumbrous load,	viii	[81]
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!	vii	143
Even as a dragon’s eye that feels the stress	vi	69
Even as a river,—partly (it might seem)	iii	293
Even so for me a Vision sanctified	viii	[37]
Even such the contrast that, where’er we move,	vii	71
Even while I speak, the sacred roofs of France	vii	101
Excuse is needless when with love sincere	vii	162
Failing impartial measure to dispense	viii	[99]
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate	ii	124
Fair is the Swan, whose majesty, prevailing	vi	116
Fair Lady! can I sing of flowers	viii	[177]
Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy; bow few,	viii	[84]
Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild	vii	165
Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west,	ii	330
Fallen, and diffused into a shapeless heap,	vi	256
Fame tells of groves—from England far away—	vi	214
Fancy, who leads the pastimes of the glad,	vii	178
“Farewell, deep Valley, with thy one rude House,”	v	196
Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,	ii	324
Far from my dearest Friend, ’tis mine to rove	i	6
Far from our home by Grasmere’s quiet Lake,	iv	259
Father! to God himself we cannot give	vii	90
Fear hath a hundred eyes that all agree	vii	69
Feel for the wrongs to universal ken	viii	[129]
Festivals have I seen that were not names:	ii	334
Fit retribution, by the moral code	viii	[108]
Five years have past; five summers, with the length	ii	51
Flattered with promise of escape	vii	229
Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale!	ii	419
Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep!	iv	43
For action born, existing to be tried,	viii	[67]
Forbear to deem the Chronicler unwise,	viii	[61]
For ever hallowed be this morning fair,	vii	15
For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes	vi	316
Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs,	viii	[65]
Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose base	viii	[170]
For thirst of power that Heaven disowns,	viii	[320]
Forth rushed from Envy sprung and Self-conceit,	viii	[304]
For what contend the wise?—for nothing less	vii	58
Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein	viii	[32]
From Bolton’s old monastic tower	iv	106
From early youth I ploughed the restless Main,	vii	364
From false assumption rose, and fondly hail’d	vii	36
From Little down to Least, in due degree,	vii	91
From low to high doth dissolution climb,	vii	100
From Nature doth emotion come, and moods	iii	355
From Rite and Ordinance abused they fled	vii	85
From Stirling castle we had seen	ii	411
From that time forth, Authority in France	iii	330
From the Baptismal hour, thro’ weal and woe,	vii	97
From the dark chambers of dejection freed,	vi	34
From the fierce aspect of this River, throwing	vi	308
From the Pier’s head, musing, and with increase	vi	381
From this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play	vi	245
Frowns are on every Muse’s face,	vii	157
Furl we the sails, and pass with tardy oars	vii	41
Genius of Raphael! if thy wings	vii	195
Giordano, verily thy Pencil’s skill	viii	[183]
Glad sight wherever new with old	viii	[154]
Glide gently, thus for ever glide,	i	33
Glory to God! and to the Power who came	vii	107
Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes	vii	174
Go, faithful Portrait! and where long hath knelt	vii	318
Grant, that by this unsparing hurricane	vii	57
Grateful is Sleep, my life, in stone bound fast,	viii	[264]
Great men have been among us; hands that penned	ii	346
Greta, what fearful listening! when huge stones	vii	344
Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend	vi	196
Grieve for the Man who hither came bereft,	viii	[72]
Had this effulgence disappeared	vi	177
Hail, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night!	vi	78
Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped—to gird	v	235
Hail to the fields—with Dwellings sprinkled o’er	vi	243
Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!	vi	67
Hail, Virgin Queen! o’er many an envious bar	vii	65
Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye	iv	224
Happy the feeling from the bosom thrown	vii	159
Hard task! exclaim the undisciplined, to lean	viii	[86]
Hark! ’tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest,	viii	[93]
Harmonious Powers with Nature work	viii	[125]
Harp! could’st thou venture, on thy boldest string	vii	72
Hast thou seen, with flash incessant,	vi	174
Hast thou then survived—	iii	14
Haydon! let worthier judges praise the skill	vii	277
Here closed the Tenant of that lonely vale	v	145
Here Man more purely lives, less oft doth fall,	vii	37
Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more	ii	341
Here on their knees men swore; the stones were black,	vii	381
Here pause: the poet claims at least this praise,	iv	255
Here stood an Oak, that long had borne affixed	vii	305
Here, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing,	viii	[168]
Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,	i	258
Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat	vii	160
“High bliss is only for a higher state,”	vii	156
High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!	iv	59
High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,	iv	83
High is our calling, Friend!—Creative Art	vi	61
High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down,	viii	[133]
High on her speculative tower	vi	345
His simple truths did Andrew glean	ii	174
Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are,	vii	67
Homeward we turn. Isle of Columba’s Cell,	vii	382
Hope rules a land for ever green:	vii	190
Hope smiled when your nativity was cast,	vii	378
Hopes, what are they?—Beads of morning	vi	170
How art thou named? In search of what strange land,	vii	129
How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high	viii	[188]
How beautiful, when up a lofty height	viii	[90]
How beautiful your presence, how benign,	vii	19
How blest the Maid whose heart—yet free	vi	351
How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright	vi	63
“How disappeared he?” Ask the newt and toad;	vii	297
How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled!	vii	61
How profitless the relics that we cull,	vii	308
How richly glows the water’s breast	i	32
How rich that forehead’s calm expanse!	vii	123
How sad a welcome! To each voyager	vii	380
How shall I paint thee?—Be this naked stone,	vi	232
How soon—alas! did Man, created pure—	vii	35
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks	iv	36
Humanity, delighting to behold	vi	107
Hunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast	iv	248
I am not One who much or oft delight	iv	31
I come, ye little noisy Crew,	ii	84
I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind	iv	211
I find it written of Simonides,	viii	[258]
If from the public way you turn your steps	ii	215
If Life were slumber on a bed of down,	vii	351
If money’s slack,	viii	[271]
If Nature, for a favourite child,	ii	88
If there be prophets on whose spirits rest	vii	5
If these brief Records, by the Muses’ art	vii	177
If the whole weight of what we think and feel,	vii	165
If this great world of joy and pain	vii	336
If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven,	vii	175
If thou in the dear love of some one Friend	ii	210
If to Tradition faith be due	vii	311
If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share	viii	[95]
I grieved for Buonaparté, with a vain	ii	323
I hate that Andrew Jones; he’ll breed	viii	[221]
I have a boy of five years old;	i	234
I heard (alas! ’twas only in a dream)	vi	198
I heard a thousand blended notes,	i	269
I know an aged Man constrained to dwell	viii	[186]
I listen—but no faculty of mine,	vi	326
Imagination—ne’er before content,	vi	88
I marvel how Nature could ever find space	ii	208
I met Louisa in the shade,	ii	362
Immured in Bothwell’s Towers, at times the Brave	vii	299
In Brugès town is many a street	vii	198
In days of yore how fortunately fared	v	67
In desultory walk through orchard grounds,	viii	[123]
In distant countries have I been,	i	279
In due observance of an ancient rite,	iv	241
Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood;	ii	343
Inmate of a mountain-dwelling,	vi	135
In my mind’s eye a Temple, like a cloud	vii	173
In one of those excursions (may they ne’er	iii	367
Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake	viii	[122]
In these fair vales hath many a Tree	vii	269
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,	i	262
In this still place, remote from men,	ii	393
In trellised shed with clustering roses gay,	iv	102
Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you	vi	111
In youth from rock to rock I went,	ii	353
I rose while yet the cattle, heat-opprest,	vi	257
I saw a Mother’s eye intensely bent	vii	92
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;	i	300
I saw far off the dark top of a Pine,	viii	[58]
I saw the figure of a lovely Maid	vii	74
Is Death, when evil against good has fought,	viii	[106]
I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold,	ii	379
Is it a reed that’s shaken by the wind,	ii	331
Is then no nook of English ground secure,	viii	[166]
Is then the final page before me spread,	vi	382
Is there a power that can sustain and cheer	iv	228
Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill,	viii	[59]
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,	vi	263
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,	ii	335
It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown,	ii	376
It is not to be thought of that the Flood	ii	347
It is the first mild day of March:	i	271
I travelled among unknown men,	ii	80
It seems a day	ii	70
It was a beautiful and silent day	iii	311
It was a dreary morning when the wheels	iii	168
It was a moral end for which they fought;	iv	217
It was an April morning: fresh and clear	ii	154
I’ve watched you now a full half-hour,	ii	297
I wandered lonely as a cloud	iii	4
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!	iii	54
I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret	vi	197
I, who accompanied with faithful pace	vii	4
I, whose pretty Voice you hear,	viii	[295]
I will relate a tale for those who love	viii	[224]
Jesu! bless our slender Boat,	vi	301
Jones! I as from Calais southward you and I	ii	332
Just as those final words were penned, the sun broke out in power,	viii	[135]
Keep for the Young the Impassioned smile	vi	218
Lady! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard,	viii	[8]
Lady! I rifled a Parnassian cave	vi	211
Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove	iv	58
Lament! for Diocletian’s fiery sword	vii	8
Lance, shield, and sword relinquished—at his side	vii	20
Last night, without a voice, that Vision spake	vii	74
Let other bards of angels sing,	vii	121
Let thy wheel-barrow alone	ii	95
Let us quit the leafy arbour,	vi	153
Lie here, without a record of thy worth,	iii	50
Life with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun,	viii	[97]
Like a shipwreck’d Sailor tost	vii	328
List, the winds of March are blowing;	vii	331
List—’twas the Cuckoo.—O with what delight,	viii	[68]
List, ye who pass by Lyulph’s Tower	vii	394
Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape	vi	377
Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they	vi	191
Long-favoured England! be not thou misled,	viii	[131]
Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn,	viii	[63]
Long time have human ignorance and guilt	iii	345
Lonsdale! it were unworthy of a Guest,	vii	392
Look at the fate of summer flowers,	vii	124
Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid	iv	228
Lord of the vale! astounding Flood;	vi	26
Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up	iv	47
Loving she is, and tractable, though wild;	iv	252
Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance,	viii	[132]
Lo! where the Moon along the sky,	viii	[88]
Lowther! in thy majestic Pile are seen	vii	392
Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells,	vi	372
Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live,	viii	[147]
“Man’s life is like a Sparrow, mighty King!”	vii	16
Mark how the feathered tenants of the flood,	iv	278
Mark the concentred hazels that enclose	vi	71
Meek Virgin Mother, more benign	vi	318
Men of the Western World! in Fate’s dark book,	viii	[112]
Men, who have ceased to reverence, soon defy	vii	68
Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road,	vii	7
Methinks that I could trip o’er heaviest soil,	vii	66
Methinks that to some vacant hermitage	vii	21
Methinks ’twere no unprecedented feat	vi	255
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne	iv	46
’Mid crowded obelisks and urns	ii	387
Mid-noon is past;—upon the sultry mead	vi	254
Milton! thou should’st be living at this hour:	ii	346
Mine ear has wrung, my spirit sunk subdued,	vii	104
“Miserrimus!” and neither name nor date,	vii	201
Monastic Domes! following my downward way,	vii	100
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes	vii	401
Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost,	vii	54
Motions and Means, on land and sea at war,	vii	389
My frame hath often trembled with delight	vi	250
My heart leaps up when I behold	ii	292
My Lord and Lady Darlington	viii	[298]
My Son! behold the tide already spent,	viii	[273]
Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands	i	109
Near Anio’s stream, I spied a gentle Dove,	viii	[65]
Never enlivened with the liveliest ray,	viii	[150]
Next morning Troilus began to clear	ii	264
No fiction was it of the antique age:	vi	241
No more: the end is sudden and abrupt,	vii	309
No mortal object did these eyes behold	iii	381
No record tells of lance opposed to lance,	vi	258
Nor scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend	vii	18
Nor shall the eternal roll of praise reject	vii	78
Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid	vii	12
Not a breath of air,	viii	[146]
Not envying Latian shades—if yet they throw	vi	230
Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep;	vi	261
Not in the lucid intervals of life	vii	402
Not in the mines beyond the western main,	vii	400
Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly	vi	303
Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell	vii	118
Not ’mid the World’s vain objects that enslave	iv	210
Not sedentary all: there are who roam	vii	23
Not seldom, clad in radiant vest,	vi	175
Not so that Pair whose youthful spirits dance	vi	240
Not the whole warbling grove in concert heard	vii	169
Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew;	vii	372
Not to the object specially designed,	viii	[106]
Not utterly unworthy to endure	vii	55
Not without heavy grief of heart did He	iv	236
No whimsey of the purse is here,	viii	[259]
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright,	iv	282
Now that the farewell tear is dried,	vi	338
Now we are tired of boisterous joy,	ii	420
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,	viii	[116]
Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;	iv	28
Oak of Guernica! Tree of holier power	iv	245
O blithe New-comer! I have heard,	ii	289
O dearer far than light and life are dear,	vii	122
O’er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain,	iv	223
O’erweening Statesmen have full long relied	iv	247
O Flower of all that springs from gentle blood,	iv	235
Of mortal parents is the Hero born	iv	214
O for a dirge! But why complain?	vii	132
O, for a kindling touch from that pure flame,	vi	110
O for the help of Angels to complete	vi	297
O Friend! I know not which way I must look	ii	345
Oft have I caught, upon a fitful breeze,	vii	373
Oft have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my cheek,	vii	163
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:	ii	99
Oft is the medal faithful to its trust	iv	77
Oft, through thy fair domains, illustrious Peer!	v	20
O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee,	iv	42
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus	iii	24
Oh Bounty without measure, while the Grace	viii	[308]
Oh Life! without thy chequered scene	vi	315
Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!	iii	35
Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech,	viii	[36]
Oh! what’s the matter? what’s the matter?	i	254
“O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously,” (quoth she)	ii	240
O Moon! if e’er I joyed when thy soft light	viii	[235]
O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot	vi	245
Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee;	ii	336
Once I could hail (howe’er serene the sky)	vii	152
Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned	ii	285
Once more the Church is seized with sudden fear,	vii	49
Once on the top of Tynwald’s formal mound	vii	366
Once to the verge of yon steep barrier came	viii	[236]
One might believe that natural miseries	ii	431
One morning (raw it was and wet—	ii	270
One who was suffering tumult in his soul	vi	187
On his morning rounds the Master	iii	48
O Nightingale! thou surely art	iv	67
On, loitering Muse—the swift Stream chides us—on!	vi	242
“On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life,”	v	23
On Nature’s invitation do I come,	ii	118
O now that the genius of Bewick were mine,	ii	60
On to Iona!—What can she afford	vii	379
Open your gates, ye everlasting Piles!	vii	105
O there is blessing in this gentle breeze,	iii	132
O thou who movest onward with a mind	iv	231
O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought;	ii	351
Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine,	viii	[109]
Our walk was far among the ancient trees:	ii	167
Outstretching flame-ward his upbraided hand	vii	62
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies,	ii	301
Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep	vii	286
Pastor and Patriot!—at whose bidding rise	vii	349
Patriots informed with Apostolic light	vii	85
Pause, courteous Spirit!—Balbi supplicates	iv	237
Pause, Traveller! whosoe’er thou be	vi	173
Peaceful our valley, fair and green;	viii	[259]
Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side,	ii	238
“People! your chains are severing link by link;”	vii	290
Perhaps some needful service of the State	iv	230
Pleasures newly found are sweet	ii	303
Portentous change when History can appear,	viii	[130]
Praised be the Art whose subtle power could stay	iv	272
Praised be the Rivers, from their mountain springs	vii	45
Prejudged by foes determined not to spare,	vii	71
Presentiments! they judge not right	vii	266
Prompt transformation works the novel Lore;	vii	17
Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of old,	viii	[167]
Pure element of waters! wheresoe’er	vi	184
Queen of the Stars!—so gentle, so benign,	viii	[15]
Ranging the heights of Scawfell or Black-Comb,	vii	358
Rapt above earth by power of one fair face,	viii	[81]
Realms quake by turns: proud Arbitress of grace,	vii	32
Record we too, with just and faithful pen,	vii	39
Redoubted King, of courage leonine,	vii	31
Reluctant call it was; the rite delayed;	vii	323
“Rest, rest, perturbèd Earth!”	vi	95
Return, Content! for fondly I pursued,	vi	255
Rid of a vexing and a heavy load,	viii	[265]
Rise!—they have risen: of brave Aneurin ask	vii	11
Rotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was grey	vii	171
Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen	ii	213
Sacred Religion! “mother of form and fear,”	vi	249
Sad thoughts, avaunt!—partake we their blithe cheer	vi	253
Said red-ribboned Evans:	viii	[302]
Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud,	viii	[304]
Say, what is Honour?—’Tis the finest sense	iv	225
Say, ye far-travelled clouds, far-seeing hills—	vii	287
Scattering, like birds escaped the fowler’s net,	vii	64
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,	vii	163
Screams round the Arch-druid’s brow the seamew—white	vii	6
Seek who will delight in fable,	viii	[172]
See the Condemned alone within his cell,	viii	[110]
See what gay wild flowers deck this earth-built Cot,	vii	296
See, where his difficult way that Old Man wins,	viii	[83]
Serene, and fitted to embrace,	vi	117
Serving no haughty Muse, my hands have here,	viii	[102]
Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald,	ii	204
Shade of Caractacus, if spirits love,	viii	[309]
Shall he who gives his days to low pursuits	viii	[257]
Shame on this faithless heart! that could allow	vi	214
She dwelt among the untrodden ways	ii	79
She had a tall man’s height or more;	ii	278
She was a Phantom of delight	iii	2
She wept.—Life’s purple tide began to flow	viii	[209]
Shout, for a mighty Victory is won!	ii	436
Show me the noblest Youth of present time,	vii	181
Shun not this rite, neglected, yea abhorred,	vii	96
Since risen from ocean, ocean to defy,	vii	369
Six changeful years have vanished since I first	iii	247
Six months to six years added he remained,	viii	[39]
Six thousand veterans practised in war’s game,	ii	435
Small service is true service while it lasts,	viii	[8]
Smile of the Moon!—for so I name	vi	163
So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive,	viii	[164]
Soft as a cloud is yon blue Ridge—the Mere	vii	405
Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played	vi	234
Son of my buried Son, while thus thy hand,	viii	[305]
Soon did the Almighty Giver of all rest	iv	267
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands,	iv	3
Stay, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs	iv	281
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,	viii	[38]
Stay near me—do not take thy flight!	ii	283
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!	iii	38
Strange fits of passion have I known:	ii	78
Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones	ii	63
Stretched on the dying Mother’s lap, lies dead	vii	387
Such age how beautiful! O Lady bright,	vii	172
Such fruitless questions may not long beguile	vi	246
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind	vi	72
Sweet Flower, belike one day to have	iii	51
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower	ii	390
“Sweet is the holiness of Youth”—so felt	vii	59
Sweet was the walk along the narrow lane,	viii	[215]
Swiftly turn the murmuring wheel!	iv	275
Sylph was it? or a Bird more bright	vii	319
Take, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take	vi	233
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,	vii	106
Tell me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold,	vii	125
Tenderly do we feel by Nature’s law,	viii	[104]
Thanks for the lessons of this Spot—fit school	vii	377
That happy gleam of vernal eyes,	vii	202
That heresies should strike (if truth be scanned	vii	10
That is work of waste and ruin—	ii	298
That way look, my Infant, lo!	iii	16
The Baptist might have been ordained to cry,	viii	[80]
The Bard—whose soul is meek as dawning day,	vi	112
The captive Bird was gone;—to cliff or moor	vii	371
The cattle crowding round this beverage clear	vii	348
The Cock is crowing,	ii	293
The confidence of Youth our only Art,	viii	[273]
The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love,	viii	[127]
The Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair,	vi	130
The days are cold, the nights are long,	iii	74
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;	ii	143
The doubt to which a wavering hope had clung	viii	[289]
The embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine,	iv	74
The encircling ground, in native turf arrayed,	vii	104
The fairest, brightest, hues of ether fade;	vi	66
The feudal Keep, the bastions of Cohorn,	vii	360
The fields which with covetous spirit we sold,	iii	12
The floods are roused, and will not soon be weary;	vii	388
The forest huge of ancient Caledon	vii	304
The formal World relaxes her cold chain,	viii	[112]
The gallant Youth, who may have gained,	vii	281
The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed,	viii	[141]
The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains	ii	378
The glory of evening was spread through the west;	viii	[217]
The God of Love—ah, benedicite!	ii	250
The imperial Consort of the Fairy-king	vi	189
The imperial Stature, the colossal stride,	vii	166
The Kirk of Ulpha to the pilgrim’s eye	vi	260
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor	ii	129
The Lake is thine,	viii	[263]
The Land we from our fathers had in trust,	iv	215
The leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned hill,	vii	407
The leaves were fading when to Esthwaite’s banks	iii	222
The linnet’s warble, sinking towards a close,	vii	403
The little hedgerow birds,	i	307
The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek	vii	52
The Lovers took within this ancient grove	vii	306
The martial courage of a day is vain,	iv	217
The massy Ways, carried across these heights	vii	154
The Minstrels played their Christmas tune	vi	227
The most alluring clouds that mount the sky,	viii	[128]
The old inventive Poets, had they seen,	vi	251
The oppression of the tumult—wrath and scorn—	vii	13
The order’d troops	viii	[234]
The peace which others seek they find;	iii	11
The pensive Sceptic of the lonely vale	v	327
The pibroch’s note, discountenanced or mute;	vii	290
The post-boy drove with fierce career,	ii	273
The power of Armies is a visible thing,	iv	254
The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed	iii	382
The rains at length have ceas’d, the winds are still’d,	viii	[233]
There are no colours in the fairest sky	vii	77
There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear	ii	431
There is a change—and I am poor;	iv	17
There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine,	iii	21
There is a little unpretending Rill	iv	53
There is an Eminence,—of these our hills	ii	162
There is a pleasure in poetic pains	vii	166
There is a shapeless crowd of unhewn stones	viii	[223]
There is a Thorn—it looks so old,	i	242
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,	ii	370
There never breathed a man who, when his life	iv	232
“There!” said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride	vii	384
There’s George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,	ii	207
There’s more in words than I can teach:	vii	321
There’s not a nook within this solemn Pass,	vii	289
There’s something in a flying horse,	ii	3
There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs	ii	57
There was a roaring in the wind all night;	ii	314
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,	viii	[190]
The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die,	viii	[105]
The Sabbath bells renew the inviting peal;	vii	96
The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned	vii	61
The Scottish Broom on Bird-nest brae	viii	[270]
These times strike monied worldlings with dismay:	ii	432
These Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live	ii	184
These vales were saddened with no common gloom	viii	[275]
The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo!	iii	58
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said,	vi	68
The sky is overcast	i	227
The snow-tracks of my friends I see,	viii	[219]
The soaring lark is blest as proud	vii	214
The Spirit of Antiquity—enshrined	vi	290
The stars are mansions built by Nature’s hand,	vi	210
The star which comes at close of day to shine,	viii	[307]
The struggling Rill insensibly is grown	vi	239
The sun has long been set,	ii	327
The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest;	vii	338
The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire,	vii	337
The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields	vi	201
The tears of man in various measure gush	vii	60
The Troop will be impatient; let us hie	i	114
The turbaned Race are poured in thickening swarms	vii	31
The unremitting voice of nightly streams,	viii	[187]
The valley rings with mirth and joy;	ii	138
The vestal priestess of a sisterhood who knows	viii	[325]
The Vested Priest before the Altar stands;	vii	94
The Virgin Mountain, wearing like a Queen	vii	70
The Voice of song from distant lands shall call	ii	338
The wind is now thy organist;—a clank	vii	288
The woman-hearted Confessor prepares	vii	28
The world forsaken, all its busy cares,	viii	[73]
The world is too much with us; late and soon,	iv	39
The worship of this Sabbath morn,	viii	[326]
They called Thee Merry England, in old time;	vii	343
They call it Love lies bleeding! rather say,	viii	[150]
They dreamt not of a perishable home	vii	107
The Young-ones gathered in from hill and dale,	vii	92
They seek, are sought; to daily battle led,	iv	253
They—who have seen the noble Roman’s scorn,	viii	[62]
This Height a ministering Angel might select:	iv	271
“This Land of Rainbows spanning glens whose walls,”	vii	299
This Lawn, a carpet all alive	vii	228
This Spot—at once unfolding sight so fair,	viii	[103]
Those breathing Tokens of your kind regard,	vii	217
Those had given earliest notice, as the lark	vii	46
Those old credulities, to nature dear,	viii	[60]
Those silver clouds collected round the sun	vi	199
Those words were uttered as in pensive mood	iv	37
Though I beheld at first with blank surprise	viii	[115]
Though joy attend Thee orient at the birth	vii	299
Though many suns have risen and set	vii	148
Though narrow be that old Man’s cares, and near,	iv	69
Tho’ searching damps and many an envious flaw	vi	343
Though the bold wings of Poesy affect	viii	[154]
Though the torrents from their fountains	ii	182
Though to give timely warning and deter	viii	[109]
“Thou look’st upon me, and dost fondly think,”	vii	347
Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise	vi	333
Threats come which no submission may assuage,	vii	52
Three years she grew in sun and shower,	ii	81
Throned in the Sun’s descending Car	viii	[300]
Through Cumbrian wilds, in many a mountain cove,	viii	[272]
Through shattered galleries, ’mid roofless halls,	vii	131
Thus all things lead to Charity, secured	vii	102
Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much	iii	153
Thus is the storm abated by the craft	vii	48
Thy functions are ethereal,	vii	204
’Tis eight o’clock,—a clear March night,	i	283
’Tis gone—with old belief and dream	vii	192
’Tis He whose yester-evening’s high disdain	viii	[94]
’Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined,	ii	147
’Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold	vi	286
’Tis said, that some have died for love:	ii	178
’Tis said that to the brow of yon fair hill	vii	230
’Tis spent—this burning day of June!	iii	76
To a good Man of most dear memory	viii	[18]
To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield;	vi	363
To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen,	vi	16
“To every Form of being is assigned,”	v	353
To kneeling Worshippers no earthly floor	vii	97
Too frail to keep the lofty vow	ii	383
To public notice, with reluctance strong,	vi	40
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men!	ii	339
Tradition, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw	vii	293
Tranquillity! the sovereign aim wert thou	vii	387
Troubled long with warring notions	vi	175
True is it that Ambrosio Salinero	iv	233
’Twas summer, and the sun had mounted high:	v	26
Two Voices are there; one is of the sea,	iv	61
Under the shadow of a stately Pile,	viii	[78]
Ungrateful Country, if thou e’er forget	vii	81
Unless to Peter’s Chair the viewless wind	vii	34
Unquiet Childhood here by special grace	vii	170
Untouched through all severity of cold;	vii	231
“Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away!”	ii	181
Up to the throne of God is borne	vii	408
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;	i	274
Up with me! up with me into the clouds!	iii	42
Urged by Ambition, who with subtlest skill	vii	26
Uttered by whom, or how inspired—designed	vi	306
Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood	vi	357
“Vallombrosa—I longed in thy shadiest wood”	viii	[76]
Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent,	ii	434
“Wait, prithee, wait!” this answer Lesbia threw	viii	[32]
Wanderer! that stoop’st so low, and com’st so near	viii	[13]
Wansfell! this Household has a favoured lot,	viii	[153]
Ward of the Law!—dread Shadow of a King!	vi	209
Was it to disenchant, and to undo,	vi	295
Was the aim frustrated by force or guile,	vi	184
Watch, and be firm! for, soul-subduing vice,	vii	10
“Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind;”	vi	67
We can endure that He should waste our lands,	iv	246
Weep not, belovèd Friends! nor let the air	iv	230
We gaze—nor grieve to think that we must die,	viii	[306]
We had a female Passenger who came	ii	342
We have not passed into a doleful City,	vii	383
Well have yon Railway Labourers to THIS ground	viii	[176]
Well may’st thou halt—and gaze with brightening eye!	iv	34
Well sang the Bard who called the grave, in strains	vii	295
Well worthy to be magnified are they	vii	84
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground	i	37
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground,	i	310
We saw, but surely, in the motley crowd,	vii	376
We talked with open heart, and tongue	ii	91
We walked along, while bright and red	ii	89
What aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size	viii	[74]
What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled,	vi	237
What awful pérspective! while from our sight	vii	106
“What beast in wilderness or cultured field”	vii	47
What beast of chase hath broken from the cover?	vi	360
What crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by	iv	22
What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine	viii	[177]
What He—who, mid the kindred throng	vi	29
What if our numbers barely could defy	viii	[87]
“What is good for a bootless bene?”	iv	205
“What know we of the Blest above”	vi	315
What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose?	vi	294
What mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret,	vii	340
What need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay,	iv	276
What sounds are those, Helvellyn, that are heard	iii	270
What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides,	viii	[92]
What though the Accused, upon his own appeal	vii	223
What though the Italian pencil wrought not here,	vi	321
What way does the Wind come? What way does he go?	iv	50
“What, you are stepping westward?”—“Yea.”	ii	396
When Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry,	vii	79
Whence that low voice?—A whisper from the heart,	vi	252
When Contemplation, like the night-calm felt	iii	201
When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn	iv	244
When first descending from the moorlands,	viii	[27]
When haughty expectations prostrate lie,	vi	192
When here with Carthage Rome to conflict came,	viii	[66]
When human touch (as monkish books attest),	viii	[34]
When I have borne in memory what has tamed	ii	348
When in the antique age of bow and spear	vii	115
When, looking on the present face of things,	ii	433
When Love was born of heavenly line,	viii	[216]
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle	vii	167
When Ruth was left half desolate,	ii	104
When Severn’s sweeping flood had overthrown,	viii	[314]
When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch	vi	97
When thy great soul was freed from mortal chains,	vii	25
When, to the attractions of the busy world,	iii	66
When years of wedded life were as a day	vi	43
Where are they now, those wanton Boys?	ii	281
Where art thou, my beloved Son,	iii	7
Where be the noisy followers of the game	vi	380
Where be the temples which, in Britain’s Isle,	vi	45
Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends,	vi	217
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?	iv	41
Where lies the truth? has Man, in wisdom’s creed,	viii	[182]
Where long and deeply hath been fixed the root	vii	43
Where towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds	vii	137
Where will they stop, those breathing Powers,	vii	314
While Anna’s peers and early playmates tread,	vii	169
While beams of orient light shoot wide and high,	viii	[156]
While flowing rivers yield a blameless sport,	vi	190
While from the purpling east departs	vii	146
While Merlin paced the Cornish sands,	vii	252
While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,	vi	65
While poring Antiquarians search the ground,	viii	[33]
While the Poor gather round, till the end of time	vii	307
While thus from theme to theme the Historian passed,	v	283
“Who but hails the sight with pleasure”	vi	156
Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high,	viii	[184]
Who comes—with rapture greeted, and caress’d	vii	75
Who fancied what a pretty sight	ii	374
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he	iv	8
Who ponders National events shall find,	viii	[131]
Who rashly strove thy Image to portray,	viii	[29]
Who rises on the banks of Seine,	vi	104
Who swerves from innocence, who makes divorce	vi	260
Who weeps for strangers? Many wept,	viii	[267]
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant,	viii	[12]
Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore,	vi	378
“Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings—”	vii	161
Why should the Enthusiast, journeying through this Isle,	vii	343
Why should we weep or mourn, Angelic boy,	viii	[181]
Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled,	vii	108
Why stand we gazing on the sparkling Brine,	vii	361
“Why, William, on that old grey stone,”	i	272
Wild Redbreast! hadst thou at Jemima’s lip	vii	176
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!	ii	66
With copious eulogy in prose or rhyme	vii	270
With each recurrence of this glorious morn	vi	194
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb’st the sky,	iv	38
Within her gilded cage confined,	vii	142
Within our happy Castle there dwelt One	ii	306
Within the mind strong fancies work,	vi	158
With little here to do or see	ii	358
“With sacrifice before the rising morn”	vi	2
With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,	iv	40
Witness thou,	viii	[234]
Woe to the Crown that doth the Cowl obey!	vii	27
“Woe to you, Prelates! rioting in ease”	vii	49
Woman! the Power who left his throne on high,	vii	95
Wouldst thou be gathered to Christ’s chosen flock,	viii	[303]
Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken flight,	viii	[151]
Would that our scrupulous Sires had dared to leave	vii	99
Ye Apennines! with all your fertile vales,	viii	[45]
Ye brood of conscience—Spectres! that frequent,	viii	[107]
Ye Lime-trees, ranged before this hallowed Urn,	iv	78
Ye sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth!	vi	213
Ye shadowy Beings, that have rights and claims	vii	377
Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace,	iii	381
Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear	vii	88
Yes, it was the mountain Echo,	iv	25
Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved,	viii	[176]
Yes, though He well may tremble at the sound,	viii	[111]
Ye Storms, resound the praises of your King!	vi	109
Yet are they here the same unbroken knot	iv	65
Yet many a Novice of the cloistral shade,	vii	53
Yet more,—round many a Convent’s blazing fire	vii	51
Ye, too, must fly before a chasing hand,	vii	54
Ye torrents, foaming down the rocky steeps,	viii	[161]
Ye Trees! whose slender roots entwine,	viii	[82]
Yet Truth is keenly sought for, and the wind	vii	76
Yet, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes	iv	242
Ye vales and hills whose beauty hither drew,	viii	[157]
You call it, “Love lies bleeding,”—so you may,	viii	[149]
You have heard “a Spanish Lady”	vii	232
Young England—what is then become of Old,	viii	[180]
You’re here for one long vernal day;	viii	[284]

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