Soft as a cloud is yon blue Ridge-the Mere, v. 269
Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played, iv. 11.
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands, v. 37
Stay, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs iii. 280
Stay near me-do not take thy flight, i. 4
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God, v. 46
Strange fits of passion have I known, i. 148
Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones, iii. 282
Stretched on the dying Mother's lap, lies dead, v. 245
Such age how beautiful! O Lady bright, iii. 94
Such fruitless questions may not long beguile, iv. 22
Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind, iii. 29
Sweet Flower! belike one day to have, v. 314
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower, iii. 117
Sweet is the holiness of Youth-so felt, iv, 258
Swiftly turn the murmuring wheel, ii. 44
Sylph was it? or a Bird more bright, ii. 67
Take, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take, iv. 10.
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, iv. 306
Tell me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold, ii. 6
Thanks for the lessons of this Spot-fit school, v. 235
That happy gleam of vernal eyes, v. 92
That heresies should strike (if truth be scanned, iv. 201
That is work of waste and ruin, i. 5
That way look, my Infant, lo, ii. 69
The Bard-whose soul is meek as dawning day, iii. 246
The captive Bird was gone ;-to cliff or moor, v. 232
The cattle crowding round this beverage clear, v. 216
The cock is crowing, ii. 100
The Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair, v. 62
The days are cold, the nights are long, i. 181
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink, í. 27
The embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine, iii. 275
The encircling ground in native turf arrayed, iv. 304
The fairest, brightest hues of ether fade, iii. 10
The feudal Keep, the bastions of Cohorn, v. 222
The fields which with covetous spirit we sold, i. 175
The floods are roused, and will not soon be weary, v. 247
The forest huge of ancient Caledon, v. 168
The gallant Youth, who may have gained, v. 143
The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains, iii. 109
The imperial Consort of the Fairy-king, iii. 17
The imperial Stature, the colossal stride, iii. 81
The Kirk of Ulpha to the Pilgrim's eye, iv. 37
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor, ii. 141
The Land we from our fathers had in trust, iii. 214
The leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned hill, v. 270
The linnet's warble, sinking towards a close, v. 267
The little hedge-row birds, v. 298
The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek, iv. 249
The Lovers took within this ancient grove, v. 170
The martial courage of a day is vain, iii. 221
The massy Ways, carried across these heights, iii. 284
The Minstrels played their Christmas tune, iv. 3
The old inventive Poets, had they seen, iv. 26
The oppression of the tumult-wrath and scorn, iv. 204
The pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute, v. 154
The post-boy drove with fierce career, i. 13
The power of Armies is a visible thing, iii. 235
The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed, iii. 28
There are no colours in the fairest sky, iv. 284
There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear, iii. 193
There is a change-and I am poor, i. 157
There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine, v. 294
There is a little unpretending Rill, iii. 8
There is an Eminence,-of these our hills, ii. 293
There is a pleasure in poetic pains, iii. 61
There is a Thorn-it looks so old, ii. 124
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, ii. 84
There never breathed a man who, when his life, v. 304
There! said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride, v. 243
There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,i. 25
There's more in words than I can teach, i. 249
There's not a nook within this solemn Pass, v. 153
There's something in a flying horse, ii. 237
There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs, ii. 79
There was a roaring in the wind all night, ii. 117
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, v. 337
The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned, iv. 260
These had given earliest notice, as the lark, iv. 241
These times strike monied worldlings with dismay, iii. 194
These Tourists, Heaven preserve us! needs must live, i. 109
These words were uttered as in pensive mood, iii. 54
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, iii. 62
The sky is overcast, ii. 83
The soaring lark is blest as proud, v. 94
The Spirit of Antiquity-enshrined, iv. 123
The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand, iii. 67
The struggling Rill insensibly is grown, iv. 15
The sun has long been set, v. 272
The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, v. 264
The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire, v. 262
The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields, v. 71
The tears of man in various measure gush, iv. 259
The turbaned Race are poured in thickening swarms, iv. 226
The valley rings with mirth and joy, i. 31
The Virgin Mountain, wearing like a Queen, iv. 270
The Voice of Song from distant lands shall call, iii. 181
The wind is now thy organist ;-a clank, v. 152
The woman-hearted Confessor prepares, iv. 223
The world is too much with us; late and soon, iii. 35
They called Thee Merry England, in old time, v. 211
They dreamt not of a perishable home, iv. 308
The Young-ones gathered in from hill and dale, iv. 292
They seek, are sought; to daily battle led, iii. 234
This Height a ministering Angel might select, ii. 188
This Land of Rainbows (spanning glens whose walls, v. 155
This Lawn, a carpet all alive, v. 105
Those breathing Tokens of your kind regard, v. 97
Those silver clouds collected round the sun, ii. 190
Though, by a sickly taste betrayed, i. 147
Though joy attend Thee orient at the birth, v. 164
Though many suns have risen and set, v. 127
Though narrow be that old Man's cares, and near, iii. 71
Tho' searching damps and many an envious flaw, iv. 154
Though the torrents from their fountains, ii. 55
Thou look'st upon me, and dost fondly think, v. 215
Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise, iv. 145
Threats come which no submission may assuage, iv. 248
Three years she grew in sun and shower, ii. 91
Through shattered galleries, 'mid roofless halls, iii. 85
Thus all things lead to Charity, secured, iv. 300
Thus is the storm abated by the craft, iv. 243
Thy functions are ethereal, ii. 223
'Tis eight o'clock,-a clear March night, i. 203
'Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined, v. 290
'Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold, iv. 121
'Tis said, that some have died for love, i. 154
'Tis said that to the brow of yon fair hill, iii. 99
'Tis spent-this burning day of June, i. 277
To a good Man of most dear memory, v. 330
To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield, iv. 167
To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen, iii. 154
To public notice, with reluctance strong, v. 319
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men, iii. 182
Tradition, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw, v. 158
Tranquillity! the sovereign aim wert thou, v. 246
Troubled long with warring notions, iii. 289
True is it that Ambrosio Salinero, v. 305
'Twas Summer and the sun had mounted high,.vi. 3
Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, iii. 186.
Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood, iv. 164
Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent, iii. 197.
Ungrateful Country, if thou e'er forget, i7. 282
Unless to Peter's Chair the viewless wind, iv. 231
Unquiet childhood here by special grace, iii. 93
Untouched through all severity of cold, iii. 100
Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away, i. 184
Up to the throne of God is borne, v. 122
Up! up my Friend, and quit your books, v.5
Up with me! up with me into the clouds, ii. 29
Urged by Ambition, who with subtlest skill, iv. 220
Uttered by whom, or how inspired-designed, iv. 132.
Wait, prithee, wait! this answer Lesbia threw, iii. 92
Wanderer! that stoop'st so low, and com'st so near, v. 276
Ward of the Law!-dread Shadow of a King, iii. 82
Was it to disenchant, and to undo, iv. 126
Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, iii. 76
Watch, and be firm! for, soul-subduing vice, iv. 200
Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind, iii. 37
We can endure that He should waste our lands, iii. 230
Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air, v. 301
We have not passed into a doleful City, v. 242
Well may'st thou halt-and gaze with brightening eyè, iii. 5
Well sang the Bard who called the grave, in strains, v. 160
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground, i. 69
We saw, but surely, in the motley crowd, v. 234
We talked with open heart, and tongue, v. 33
We walked along, while bright and red, v. 30
What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled, iv. 14
What awful perspective! while from our sight, iv. 307
What beast in wilderness or cultured field, iv. 242
What beast of chase hath broken from the cover, iv. 166
What crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by, ii. 98
What He-who, 'mid the kindred throng, iii. 163
What if our numbers barely could defy, iii. 198
What is good for a bootless bene, v. 52
What know we of the Blest above, iv. 137
What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose, iv. 125
What need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay, iii. 25
What though the Accused, upon his own appeal, v. 106
What though the Italian pencil wrought not here, iv. 141
What way does the Wind come? What way does he go, i. 8
What, you are stepping westward?-Yea, iii. 122
When Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry, iv. 279
Whence that low voice ?-A whisper from the heart, iv. 27
When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn, iii. 205
When first descending from the moorlands, v. 335
When haughty expectations prostrate lie, iii. 63
When human touch (as monkish books attest), iii. 70
When I have borne in memory what has tamed, iii. 191
When in the antique age of bow and spear, v. 90
When, looking on the present face of things, iii. 196
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle, iii. 89
When Ruth was left half desolate, ii. 106
When the Brothers reached the gateway, ii. 149
When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch, iii. 248
When thy great soul was freed from mortal chains, iv. 219
When, to the attractions of the busy world, ii. 298
Where are they now, those wanton Boys, ii. 103
Where art thou, my beloved Son, i. 177
Where be the noisy followers of the game, iv. 176
Where be the temples which, in Britain's Isle, i. 128
Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends, iii. 84
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go, iii. 33
Where towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds, v. 76
Where will they stop, those breathing Powers, ii. 217
While Anna's peers and early playmates tread, iii. 90
While flowing rivers yield a blameless sport, iii. 18
While from the purpling east departs, v. 124
While Merlin paced the Cornish sands, iii. 297
While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields, iii. 55
While poring Antiquarians search the ground, iii. 97
While the Poor gather round, till the end of time, v. 171
Who but hails the sight with pleasure, ii. 45
Who comes with rapture greeted, and caressed, iv. 276
Who fancied what a pretty sight, ii. 41
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he, v. 49
Who rashly strove thy Image to portray, v. 139
Who rises on the banks of Seine, iii. 201
Who swerves from innocence, who makes divorce, iv. 36
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant, iii. 102
Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore, iv. 175
Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings, iii. 12
Why should the Enthusiast, journeying thro' this Isle, v. 210
Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, iv. 310
Why stand we gazing on the sparkling Brine, v. 223
Why, William, on that old grey stone, v. 3
Wild Redbreast! hadst thou at Jemima's lip, iii. 88
Wings have we,-and as far as we can go, iii. 41
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe, i. 38
With copious eulogy in prose or rhyme, v. 325
With each recurrence of this glorious morn, iii. 23
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky, iii. 65
Within her gilded cage confined, ii. 49
Within our happy Castle there dwelt One, i. 144
Within the mind strong fancies work, ii, 181
With little here to do or see, ii. 25
With sacrifice before the rising morn, ii. 172
With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, iii. 34
Woe to the Crown that doth the Cowl obey, iv. 221
Woe to you, Prelates! rioting in ease, iv. 245
Would that our scrupulous Sires had dared to leave, iv. 296
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