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INDEX TO FIRST LINES
In asterisk (*) indicates that the verses are now printed or collected for the first time,
* And this is your peculiar art, I know, 468.
A BIRD, who for his other sins, 195.
A lovely form there sate beside my bed, 207.
still deep river, 469.
* And with my whole heart sing the stately song,
As oft mine eye with careless glance, 51.
As when a child on some long winter's night, 41.
'Be, rather than be call'd, a child of God,' 145.
Beneath yon birch with silver bark, 136.
West ! 23.
Britons ! when last
ye met, with distant Est meum et est tuum, amice! et si amborum
nequit esse, 460.
Farewell, parental scenes! a sad farewell ! 15.
Farewell, sweet Love! yet blanie you not my
* Fear thou no more, thou timid Flower! 158.
'Fie, Mr. Coleridge !-and can this be you' 191.
* Fond, peevish, wedded pair! why all this rant
For she had lived in this bad world, 455.
Frail creatures are we all ! To be the best, 208.
Friend of the wise ! and Teacher of the Good!
Friend pure of heart and fervent! we have
* Friends should be weigh’d, not told; who boasts
to have won, 447.
From his brimstone bed at break of day, 147, 621.
From me, Aurelia ! you desired, 448.
From the Miller's mossy wheel, 456.
From yonder tomb of recent date, 443.
I'vôb. geavtóv!-and is this the prime, 208.
God be with thee, gladsome Ocean! 159.
God no distance knows, 454.
God's child in Christ adopted,-Christ my all,
Good Candle, thou that with thy brother, Fire,
Good verse most good, and bad verse then seems
Grant me a patron, gracious Heaven! whene'er,
*Great goddesses are they to lazy folks, 465.
* Great things such as the Ocean counterfeit in.
Hartley fell down and hurt himself, 456. (521.
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star, 165
Hear, my beloved, an old Milesian story! 140
Heard'st thou yon universal cry, 6.
Hence that fantastic wantonness of woe, 68.
scan, 35. Her attachment may differ from yours in degree,
Here lies a Poet; or what once was he, 645.
Here lies the Devil--ask no other name, 447.
Here's Jem's first copy of nonsense verses, 465. It may indeed be phantasy when I, 190.
It was some Spirit, Sheridan! that breathed, 42.
Jem writes his verses with more speed, 444.
Kayser! to whom, as to a second self, 209.
Know'st thou the land where the pale citrons
| * LADY, to Death we're doom'd, our crime the
"Lætus abi! mundi strepitu curisque remotus,'
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, 159.
I stood on Brocken's sovran height, and saw, 145. Like a mighty Giantess seiz'd in sore travail, 455.
* Little Daisy-very late spring. March, 453.
Love would remain the same if true, 200.
* Lovely gems of radiance meek, 12.
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest rose, 52.
MAIDEN, that with sullen brow, 32.
Maid of my Love, sweet Genevieve! 1, 561.
Mark this holy chapel well! 142.
Mourn, Israel! Sons of Israel, mourn ! 187.
Muse that late sang another's poignant pain, 12.
My heart has thank'd thee, Bowles! for those
soft strains, 40.
*NATURE wrote Rascal on his face, 455.
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day, 131.
No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the
No mortal spirit yet had clomb so high, 461.
*O BEAUTY in a beauteous body dight! 461.
O fair is Love's first hope to gentle mind! 193.
* O Friend! O Teacher! God's great gift to me! 525.
*O man! thou half-dead Angel! 458.
PAINS ventral, subventral, 452.
Pale Roamer through the night! thou poor
Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful
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,
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, 204.
*Oh! might my ill-past hours return again! 4.
Old Harpy jeers at castles in the air, 448.
On stern Blencartha's perilous height, 175.
On the wide level of a mountain's head, 187.
Once more, sweet Stream! with slow foot
One kiss, dear Maid! I said and sighed, 30.
Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd, 110.
Poor little foal of an oppressed race! 35, 477-
*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'er the raised earth the gales of evening sigh, 459.
Of him that in this gorgeous tomb doth lie, 446.
Rid of a vexing and a heavy load, 474.
SAD lot, to have no Hope! Though lowly kneel.
Say what you will, Ingenious Youth! 443-
Seraphs around th' Eternal's seat who throng, }