High in the breathless hall the Minstrel sate, ii. 154
High is our calling, Friend!-Creative Art, iii. 43
High on her speculative tower, iv. 155

His simple truths did Andrew glean, ii. 13
Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are, iv. 267
Homeward we turn. Isle of Columba's Cell, v. 241
Hope rules a land for ever green, ii. 200

Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, v. 237
Hopes, what are they?-Beads of morning, iii. 285

How art thou named? In search of what strange land, iii. 87
How beautiful your presence, how benign, iv. 211
How blest the Maid whose heart-yet free, iv. 159
How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright, iii. 56
How disappeared he? Ask the newt and toad, v. 163
How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled, iv. 261
How profitless the relics that we cull, v. 172
How richly glows the water's breast, v. 10
How rich that forehead's calm expanse, i. 159
How sad a welcome! To each voyager, v. 239
How shall I paint thee ?-Be this naked stone, iv. 9
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks, iii. 38
Humanity, delighting to behold, iii. 237

Hunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast, iii. 233

I am not One who much or oft delight, iii. 39

I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind, iii. 211

Jesu! bless our slender Boat, iv. 129

If from the public way you turn your steps, i. 222

If Life were slumber on a bed of down, v. 201

If Nature, for a favourite child, v. 28

If there be Prophets on whose spirits rest, iv. 194

If these brief Records, by the Muse's art, iii. 106

If the whole weight of what we think and feel, iii. 48

If this great world of joy and pain, v. 121

If thou in the dear love of some one Friend, iii. 291

If to Tradition faith be due, v. 175

I grieved for Buonaparté, with a vain, iii. 178

I have a boy of five years old, i. 22

I heard (alas! 'twas only in a dream), iii. 47

I heard a thousand blended notes, v. 12

I listen-but no faculty of mine, iv. 144

I marvel how Nature could ever find space, v. 14

Immured in Bothwell's towers, at times the Brave, v. 165

In Brugès town is many a street, v. 103

In distant countries have I been, i. 169

In due observance of an ancient rite, iii. 227
Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood, iii. 185
Inmate of a mountain-dwelling, ii. 185

In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud, iii. 105

In these fair vales hath many a Tree, iii. 283
In the sweet shire of Cardigan, v. 17

In this still place, remote from men, iii. 120
In trellised shed with clustering roses gay, iv. 43
Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you, iii. 244
In youth from rock to rock I went, ii. 21

Jones! as from Calais southward you and I, iii. 177
I rose while yet the cattle, heat-opprest, iv. 34

I saw a mother's eye intensely bent, iv. 293

I saw an aged Beggar in my walk, v. 282

I saw the figure of a lovely Maid, iv. 274

Is it a reed that's shaken by the wind, iii. 176

Is then the final page before me spread, iv. 177

Is there a power that can sustain and cheer, iii. 225
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, iv. 40
It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown, ii. 167
It is not to be thought of that the Flood, iii. 190
It is the first mild day of March, v. 15
I travelled among unknown men, i. 151
It seems a day, ii. 86

It was a moral end for which they fought, iii. 218
It was an April morning: fresh and clear, ii. 287
I've watched you now a short half-hour, i. 140

I wandered lonely as a cloud, ii. 93

I was thy Neighbour once, thou rugged Pile, v. 311

I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret, iii. 46

I, who accompanied with faithful pace, iv. 193

Keep for the Young the impassioned smile, iv. 181

Lady! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard, iii. 293

Lady! I rifled a Parnassian Cave, iii. 59

Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove, iii. 60

Lament for Dioclesian's fiery sword, iv. 198

Lance, shield, and sword relinquished-at his side, iv. 213

Last night, without a voice, this Vision spake, iv. 275

Let other bards of angels sing, i. 158

Let thy wheel-barrow alone, ii. 19

Let us quit the leafy arbour, i. 41

Lie here, without a record of thy worth, v. 41

Like a shipwreck'd Sailor tost, v. 112

List, the winds of March are blowing, v. 115

List, ye who pass by Lyulph's Tower, v. 254

Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape, iv. 174

Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they, iii. 58

Lonsdale! it were unworthy of a Guest, v. 251

Look at the fate of summer flowers, i. 153

Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid, iii. 224

Lord of the vale! astounding Flood, iii. 160

Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up, v. 317
Loving she is, and tractable, though wild, i. 7
Lowther in thy majestic Pile are seen, v. 250
Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells, iv. 170

Man's life is like a Sparrow, mighty King, iv. 208
Mark how the feathered tenants of the flood, ii. 187
Mark the concentred hazels that enclose, iii. 52
Meek Virgin Mother, more benign, iv. 139

Men, who have ceased to reverence, soon defy, iv. 268
Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road, iv. 196
Methinks that I could trip o'er heaviest soil, iv. 266
Methinks that to some vacant hermitage, iv. 214
Methinks 'twere no unprecedented feat, iv. 31
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne, iii. 30
'Mid crowded obelisks and urns, iii. 111
'Mid-noon is past ;-upon the sultry mead, iv. 30
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour, iii. 188
Mine ear has rung, my spirit sunk subdued, iv. 303
Miserrimus! and neither name nor date, iii. 96
Monastic domes! following my downward way, iv. 298
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes, v. 253
Mother whose virgin bosom was uncrost, iv. 252
Motions and Means, on land and sea at war, v. 248
My father was a good and pious man, i. 97

My frame hath often trembled with delight, iv. 25
My heart leaps up when I behold, i. 3

Nay, Traveller! rest.

This lonely Yew-tree stands, v.7
No fiction was it of the antique age, iv. 17
No more: the end is sudden and abrupt, v. 173
No mortal object did these eyes behold, iii. 27
Nor can imagination quit the shores, iv. 237
Nor can I not believe but that hereby, iii. 42
No record tells of lance opposed to lance, iv. 35
Nor scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend, iv. 210
Nor shall the eternal roll of praise reject, iv. 278
Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid, iv. 203
Not envying Latian shades—if yet they throw, iv. 7
Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep, iv. 38
Not in the lucid intervals of life, v, 265
Not in the mines beyond the western main, v. 252
Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly, iv. 131
Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell, iii. 51
Not 'mid the world's vain objects that enslave, iii. 210
Not sedentary all: there are who roam, iv. 217
Not seldom, clad in radiant vest, iii. 290

Not so that Pair whose youthful spirits dance, iv. 16

Not the whole warbling grove in concert heard, iii. 91
Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew, v. 233
Not utterly unworthy to endure, iv. 253

Not without heavy grief of heart did He, v. 308

Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, iii. 242

Now that the farewell tear is dried, iv. 150

Now we are tired of boisterous joy, iii. 143

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, iii. 3

Oak of Guernica!

Tree of holier power, iii. 229

O blithe New-comer! I have heard, ii. 81

O dearer far than light and life are dear, i. 160.
O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain, iii. 217
O'erweening Statesmen have full long relied, iii. 232
O Flower of all that springs from gentle blood, v. 307
Of mortal parents is the Hero born, iii. 212

O for a dirge! But why complain, v. 322

O, for a kindling touch from that pure flame, iii. 245

O for the help of Angels to complete, iv. 127

O Friend! I know not which way I must look, iii. 187

Oft have I caught, upon a fitful breeze, v. 79

Oft have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my cheek, iii. 24
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, i. 16

Oft is the medal faithful to its trust, iii. 276

O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee, iii. 14.

O happy time of youthful lovers (thus, i. 191
Oh Life! without thy chequered scene, iv. 136
Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy, ii. 168
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter, ii. 135
O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously (quoth she), i. 262
O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot, iv. 20
Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee, iii. 180
Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky), v. 328
Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned, i. 186

Once more the Church is seized with sudden fear, iv. 244
Once on the top of Tynwald's formal mound, v. 228

One might believe that natural miseries, iii. 192

One morning (raw it was and wet, i. 182

One who was suffering tumult in his soul, iii. 57

On his morning rounds the Master, v. 39

O Nightingale! thou surely art, ii. 90

On, loitering Muse-the swift Stream chides us-on, iv. 18

O now that the genius of Bewick were mine, v. 295

On to Iona!-What can she afford, v. 238

Open your gates, ye everlasting Piles, iv. 305
O thou who movest onward with a mind, v. 303
O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought, i. 36
Our walk was far among the ancient trees, ii. 297
Outstretching flame-ward his upbraided hand, iv. 262

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, ii. 31

Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep, v. 150
Pastor and Patriot !-at whose bidding rise, v. 217
Pause, courteous Spirit!-Balbi supplicates, v. 309
Pause, Traveller! whosoe'er thou be, iii. 287
Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side, iii. 7

People! your chains are severing link by link, v. 156.
Perhaps some needful service of the State, v. 302

Pleasures newly found are sweet, ii. 34

Praised be the Art whose subtle power could stay, iii. 11
Praised be the Rivers, from their mountain springs, iv. 240
Prejudged by foes determined not to spare, iv. 272
Presentiments! they judge not right, ii. 207
Prompt transformation works the novel Lore, iv. 209
Pure element of waters! wheresoe'er, iii. 75

Queen of the Stars !-so gentle, so benign, v. 279

Ranging the heights of Scawfell or Black-comb, v. 219
Realms quake by turns: proud Arbitress of grace, iv. 228
Record we too, with just and faithful pen, iv. 234
Redoubted King, of courage leonine, iv. 227
Reluctant call it was; the rite delayed, iii. 104
Rest, rest, perturbèd Earth, v. 320

Return, Content! for fondly I pursued, iv. 32
Rise!-they have risen: of brave Aneurin ask, iv. 202
Rotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was grey, iii. 95
Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen, iii. 279

Sacred Religion! Mother of form and fear, iv. 24
Sad thoughts, avaunt !-the fervour of the year, iv. 29
Say, what is Honour ?-'Tis the finest sense, iii. 220
Say, ye far-travelled clouds, far-seeing hills, v. 151
Scattering, like birds escaped the fowler's net, iv. 264
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, iii. 50

Screams round the Arch-druid's brow the sea-mew-white, iv. 195

See what gay wild flowers deck this earth-built Cot, v. 162

Serene, and fitted to embrace, v. 56

Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald, ii. 37

Shame on this faithless heart! that could allow, iii. 80

She dwelt among the untrodden ways, i. 150

She was a Phantom of delight, ii. 88

Show me the noblest Youth of present time, ii. 192

Shout, for a mighty Victory is won, iii. 199

Since risen from ocean, ocean to defy, v. 230

Six months to six years added he remained, v. 311

Six thousand veterans practised in war's game, iii. 137
Small service is true service while it lasts, iii. 292
Smile of the Moon !-for so I name, i. 161