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In asterisk (*) indicates that the verses are now printed or collected for the first time,

* And this is your peculiar art, I know, 468.
And this place our forefathers made for men ! 85.
And this reft house is that the which he built,

III.

A BIRD, who for his other sins, 195.
A blessed lot hath he, who having passed, 81.
* A chance may win that by mischance was lost,

473
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, 127.
**A heavy wit shall hang at every lord,' 451.
A joke (cries Jack) without a sting, 445.
A little further, O my father, 113.
* A long deep lane so overshadow'd, 455.

A lovely form there sate beside my bed, 207.
*A low dead Thunder mutter'd thro' the night,

462.
* A maniac in the woods, 456.
A mount, not wearisome and bare and steep, 67.
A poor benighted Pedlar knock'd, 448.
*A sumptuous and magnificent Revenge, 461.
A sunny shaft did I behold, 186, 422.
A sworded man whose trade is blood, 175.
A wind that with Aurora hath abiding, 469.
* Adinire they know not what, 473.
Ah! cease thy tears and sobs, my little Life! 44.
Ah! not by Cam or Isis, famous streams, 185.
All are not born to soar-and ah! how few, 17.
All look and likeness caught from earth, 172.
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their

lair, 203.
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, 135.
Almost awake? Why, what is this, and

whence, 36.
An evil spirit's on thee, friend ! of late! 447.
An excellent adage commands that we should,

450.
An Ox, long fed with musty hay, 133.
And arrows steelled with wrath, 458.
And cauldrons the scoop'd earth, a boiling sea,

454
And hail the Chapel ! hail the Platform wild !

149.
And oft I saw him stray, 654.
And re-implace God's Image in the Soul, 458.
And snow whose hanging weight archeth some

still deep river, 469.

* And with my whole heart sing the stately song,

457
* And write Impromptus, 454.
*Are there two things, of all which men possess,

171.
As Dick and I at Charing Cross were walking,

445.
As I am rhymer, 452.
As late each flower that sweetest blows, 23.
As late in wrcaths gay flowers I bound, 19.
As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain, 7.
As late I lay in slumber's shadowy vale, 38.
As late on Skiddaw's mount I lay supine, 155.

As oft mine eye with careless glance, 51.
* As the appearance of a star, 469.
* As the tir'd savage, who his drowsy frame, 566.

As when a child on some long winter's night, 41.
As when far off the warbled strains are heard, 39.
* As when the new or full Moon urges, 462.
At midnight by the stream I roved, 27.
Auspicious Reverence ! Hush all

ineaner
song, 70.
Away, those cloudy looks, that labouring

sigh, 43.

'Be, rather than be call'd, a child of God,' 145.
Behind the thin grey cloud that cover'd, 456.
* Behold yon row of pines, that shorn and bow'd,

463.
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun, 174.
Beneath this stone does William Hazlitt lie, 446.
* Beneath this thorn when I was young, 85.

Beneath yon birch with silver bark, 136.
* Blind is that soul which from this truth can

swerve, 472.
Bowed spirit, 457.
* Bright clouds of reverence, sufferably bright,

469.

West ! 23.

Britons ! when last

ye met, with distant Est meum et est tuum, amice! et si amborum
streak, 65.

nequit esse, 460.
Broad - breasted Pollards, with broad - branching Eu! Dei vices gerens, ipse Divus, 463.

heads, 456.
Broad-breasted rock-hanging cliff that glasses,

Farewell, parental scenes! a sad farewell ! 15.

Farewell, sweet Love! yet blanie you not my
453

truth, 173.

* Fear thou no more, thou timid Flower! 158.
* Call the World Spider; and at fancy's touch, 465.

'Fie, Mr. Coleridge !-and can this be you' 191.
Charles, grave or merry, at no lie would stick, 447.

* Fond, peevish, wedded pair! why all this rant
Charles ! my slow heart was only sad, when

466.
first, 66.

For she had lived in this bad world, 455.
Child of my muse! in Barbour's gentle hand, 207.
Xpvoòr ávip evpwv, čdete Bpóxov' avràp • xproov, + Friend, Lover, Husband, Sister, Brother ! 171.

Frail creatures are we all ! To be the best, 208.
463.

Friend of the wise ! and Teacher of the Good!
Come hither, gently rowing,' 143.

176.
Come; your opinion of my manuscript ! 449.

Friend pure of heart and fervent! we have
* Complained of, complaining, there show'd, and
here shoving, 637.

learnt, 465.
Cupid, if storying Legends tell aright, 23.

* Friends should be weigh’d, not told; who boasts

to have won, 447.
Dear Charles ! whilst yet thou wert a babe, I

From his brimstone bed at break of day, 147, 621.

From me, Aurelia ! you desired, 448.
ween, 69.

From the Miller's mossy wheel, 456.
Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the

From yonder tomb of recent date, 443.
* Dear tho’unseen! tho' hard has been my lot, 203. GENTLY I took that which ungently came, 208.
Deep in the gulph of Guilt and Woe, 8.

I'vôb. geavtóv!-and is this the prime, 208.
Depart in joy from this world's noise and strife, God and the World we worship both together,
83.

471.
*Desire of pure Love born, itself the same, 644.

God be with thee, gladsome Ocean! 159.
Dewdrops are the gems of morning, 639.

God no distance knows, 454.
Didst thou think less of thy dear self, 448.

God's child in Christ adopted,-Christ my all,
Dim Hour! that sleep'st on pillowing clouds

Good Candle, thou that with thy brother, Fire,
Dim specks of entity, 455.

450.
*Discontent mild as an infant, 455.

Good verse most good, and bad verse then seems
Do call, dear Jess, whene'er my way you come, better, 47.
447

Grant me a patron, gracious Heaven! whene'er,
Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow,
the Dove, 170.

*Great goddesses are they to lazy folks, 465.
Doris can find no taste in tea, 444.

* Great things such as the Ocean counterfeit in.
Dormi, Jesu! Mater ridet, 181.

finity, 458.
* Due to the Staggerers, that made drunk by
Power, 454.

Hartley fell down and hurt himself, 456. (521.

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star, 165
Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf! He too has flitted from his secret nest, 182.
449.

Hear, my beloved, an old Milesian story! 140
Each crime that once estranges from the virtues, Hear, sweet spirit, hear the spell, 379.
468.

Heard'st thou yon universal cry, 6.
Earth! thou mother of numberless children, the Hence, soul-dissolving Harmony, 10.
nurse and the mother, 138.

Hence that fantastic wantonness of woe, 68.
Edmund ! thy grave with aching eye I

scan, 35. Her attachment may differ from yours in degree,
Encinctured with a twine of leaves, 113.

207.
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, 170.

Here lies a Poet; or what once was he, 645.
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, 175.

Here lies the Devil--ask no other name, 447.
Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, 145. Here sleeps at length poor Col., and withort
Ere the birth of my life, if I wish'd it or no, 182, screaming, 450.

210.

afar, 47

458.

same! 172.

460.

Here's Jem's first copy of nonsense verses, 465. It may indeed be phantasy when I, 190.
Hippona lets no silly flush, 445.

It was some Spirit, Sheridan! that breathed, 42.
* His native accents to her stranger's ear, 467. Its balmy lips the infant blest, 145.
His own fair countenance, his kingly forehead, 462.
Hoarse Mævius reads his hobbling verse, 444. Jack drinks fine wines, wears modish clothing,
How long will ye round me be swelling, 20.

444.
How seldom, friend ! a good great man inherits, Jack finding gold left a rope on the ground, 463.
169.

Jem writes his verses with more speed, 444.
*How sweet, when crimson colours dart, 470. Julia was blest with beauty, wit, and grace, 4.
How warm this woodland wild recess! 178.
Hush! ye clamorous Cares! be mute !

Kayser! to whom, as to a second self, 209.

Know'st thou the land where the pale citrons
I ask'd my fair one happy day, 144.

grow, 143
*I have experienced the worst the world can
wreak on me, 462.

| * LADY, to Death we're doom'd, our crime the
I have heard of reasons manifold, 181.
I heard a voice from Etna's side, 156.

"Lætus abi! mundi strepitu curisque remotus,'
I hold of all our viperous race, 445.

83.
I know it is dark; and though I have lain, 168. Last Monday all the papers said, 452.
I love, and he loves me again, 143.

Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, 159.
I mix in life, and labour to seem free, 64. * Let clumps of earth, however glorified, 469.
I never saw the man whom you describe, 83. * Let Eagle bid the Tortoise sunward soar, 461.
I note the moods and feelings men betray, 198. * Let us not blame him: for against such chances,
I sigh, fair injured stranger! for thy fate, 69.
* I speak in figures, inward thoughts and woes, 643. ) * Light cargoes waft of modulated sound, 453.
* I stand alone, nor tho'nıy heart should break, 467. Like a lone Arab, old and blind, 208.

I stood on Brocken's sovran height, and saw, 145. Like a mighty Giantess seiz'd in sore travail, 455.
I too a sister had ! too cruel Death! 13.

* Little Daisy-very late spring. March, 453.
*I touch this scar upon my skull behind, 466. * Little Miss Fanny, 467.
*I yet remain to mourn the hours of youth, 474. Lo! through the dusky silence of the groves, 19.
* Idly we supplicate the Powers above, 644.

Love would remain the same if true, 200.
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom, 186. Lov'd the same Love, and hated the same hate,
If I had but two little wings, 146.
If Love be dead, 209.

* Lovely gems of radiance meek, 12.
If Pegasus will let thee only ride him, 13.

Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest rose, 52.
If the guilt of all lying consists in deceit, 443. Lunatic Witch - fires ! Ghosts of Light and
If thou wert here, these tears were tears of light ! Motion ! 450.

146.
If while my passion I impart, 33.

MAIDEN, that with sullen brow, 32.
Imagination; honourable aims, 174.

Maid of my Love, sweet Genevieve! 1, 561.
In a cave in the mountains of Cashmeer, 457. Maid of unboastful charms! whom white-robed
In darkness I remain'd--the neighbour's clock, Truth, 30.
454.

Mark this holy chapel well! 142.
In Köhln, a town of monks and bones, 452. * Matilda ! I have heard a sweet tune play'd, 167.
In many ways does the full heart reveal, 183. Mild Splendour of the various-vested Night! 3.
* In Spain, that land of Monks and Apes, 452. Money, I've heard a wise man say, 451.
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery Most candid critic, what if I, 447.
column, 140

Mourn, Israel! Sons of Israel, mourn ! 187.
* In this world we dwell among the tombs, 455. Much on my early youth I love to dwell, 6.
In vain I praise thee, Zoilus ! 448.

Muse that late sang another's poignant pain, 12.
In vain we supplicate the Powers above, 209. * Must there be still some discord mixt among,
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, 94.

472.
* Into my Heart, as 'twere some magic glass, 637. My eyes make pictures, when they are shut, 179.
Is't returned as 'twas sent? Is't no worse for the My father confessor is strict and holy, 450.
wear? 182.

My heart has thank'd thee, Bowles! for those
It is an ancient Mariner, 95, 521.

soft strains, 40.

458.

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*NATURE wrote Rascal on his face, 455.
Nay, dearest Anna! why so grave? 181.
Near the lone pile with ivy overspread, 31.
Never, believe me, 142.

No cloud, no relique of the sunken day, 131.
*No doleful faces here, no sighing, 443.

No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the
Pope, 198.

No mortal spirit yet had clomb so high, 461.
No private grudge they need, no personal spite, 451.
Nor cold, nor stern, my soul! yet I detest, 148.
Nor travels my meandering eye, 47.
Not always should the tear's ambrosial dew, 40.
Not her's to win the sense by words of rhetoric,
464.

*O BEAUTY in a beauteous body dight! 461.
*O blessed Letters! that combine in one, 472.
*O! Christmas Day, O gloomy day, 171.
*O! Christmas Day, Oh! happy day, 171.

O fair is Love's first hope to gentle mind! 193.
O form'd t' illume a sunless world forlorn, 41.

* O Friend! O Teacher! God's great gift to me! 525.
O! I do love thee, meek Simplicity! 110.
O! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, 190.
O leave the lily on its stem, 612.

*O man! thou half-dead Angel! 458.
O meek attendant of Sol's setting blaze, 11.
O Peace, that on a lilied bank dost love, 46.
#Ω σκότω πύλας, Θάνατε, προλείπων, 476.
O! Superstition is the giant shadow, 469.
O thou wild Fancy, check thy wing!

PAINS ventral, subventral, 452.

Pale Roamer through the night! thou poor
Forlorn 32.

Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful

name, 43.

Parry seeks the Polar ridge, 451.

Now! it is gone.-Our brief hours travel post, 181.* Pass under Jack's window at twelve at night,
Now prompts the Muse poetic lays, 8.

No

Of late, in one of those most weary hours, 204.
Oft, oft methinks, the while with thee, 178.
Oft o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll,
66.

*Oh! might my ill-past hours return again! 4.
Old age, 'the shape and messenger of Death,

454.

Old Harpy jeers at castles in the air, 448.
On a given finite line, 14.

On stern Blencartha's perilous height, 175.
On the broad mountain-top, 455-

On the wide level of a mountain's head, 187.
On wide or narrow scale shall Man, 17.
Once again, sweet Willow, wave thee! 470.
Once could the Morn's first beams, the healthful
breeze, 11.

Once more, sweet Stream! with slow foot
wandering near, 24.

One kiss, dear Maid! I said and sighed, 30.
Oppress'd, confused, with grief and pain, 188.
Our English poets, bad and good, agree, 449-
Outmalice Calumny's imposthum'd tongue, 454.

447.

Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd, 110.
Perish warmth unfaithful to its seeming! 454-
*Phidias changed marble into feet and legs, 466.
Pity! mourn in plaintive tone, 29.
*Poetry without egotism, comparatively unin-
teresting, 454-

Poor little foal of an oppressed race! 35, 477-
*Promptress of unnumber'd sighs, 27.

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*O th' Oppressive, irksome weight, 461.

O! what a life is the eye! 138.

O what a loud and fearful shriek was there, 39.
O what a wonder seems the fear of death, 61.
O would the Baptist come again, 444.

* O'er the raised earth the gales of evening sigh, 459.
O'er wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm
rule, 206.

Of him that in this gorgeous tomb doth lie, 446.

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Rid of a vexing and a heavy load, 474.
Rush on my ear, a cataract of sound, 454.

SAD lot, to have no Hope! Though lowly kneel.
ing, 171.

Say what you will, Ingenious Youth! 443-
Scarce any scandal, but has a handle, 448.
Schiller! that hour I would have wished to

die, 34.

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