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.
*Admire 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 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.

*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 wreaths 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 meaner
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

streak, 65.

"Broad-breasted Pollards, with broad- branching

heads, 456.

Broad-breasted rock-hanging cliff that glasses,
453-

*CALL the World Spider; and at fancy's touch, 465.
Charles, grave or merry, at no lie would stick, 447.
Charles my slow heart was only sad, when
first, 66.

Child of my muse! in Barbour's gentle hand, 207.
χρυσὸν ἀνὴρ εὑρὼν, ἔλιπε βρόχον· αὐτὰρ ὁ χρυσὸν,
463.

'Come hither, gently rowing,' 143.

Come; your opinion of my manuscript! 449.
*Complained of, complaining, there shov'd, and
here shoving, 637.

Cupid, if storying Legends tell aright, 23.

DEAR Charles! whilst yet thou wert a babe, I
ween, 69.

Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the
West! 23.

*Dear tho' unseen! tho' hard has been my lot, 203.
Deep in the gulph of Guilt and Woe, 8.

Depart in joy from this world's noise and strife,
83.

*Desire of pure Love born, itself the same, 644.
Dewdrops are the gems of morning, 639.
Didst thou think less of thy dear self, 448.
Dim Hour! that sleep'st on pillowing clouds
afar, 47.

*Dim specks of entity, 455.

*Discontent mild as an infant, 455.

Do call, dear Jess, whene'er my way you come,

447.

Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow,
the Dove, 170.

Doris can find no taste in tea, 444.
Dormi, Jesu! Mater ridet, 181.

Due to the Staggerers, that made drunk by

Power, 454.

EACH Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf!

449.

Each crime that once estranges from the virtues,
468.

Earth! thou mother of numberless children, the
nurse and the mother, 138.

Edmund! thy grave with aching eye I scan, 35.
Encinctured with a twine of leaves, 113.
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, 170.
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, 175.
Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, 145.
Ere the birth of my life, if I wish'd it or no, 182,

nequit esse, 460.

Eu! Dei vices gerens, ipse Divus, 463-

FAREWELL, parental scenes! a sad farewell! 15.
Farewell, sweet Love! yet blame you not my
truth, 173-

*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?
466.

For she had lived in this bad world, 455-

Frail creatures are we all! To be the best, 208.
*Friend, Lover, Husband, Sister, Brother! 171.
Friend of the wise! and Teacher of the Good!
176.

*Friend pure of heart and fervent! we have
learnt, 465.

*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-

GENTLY I took that which ungently came, 208.
Trôi σeautóv !-and is this the prime, 208.
God and the World we worship both together,

471.

God be with thee, gladsome Ocean! 159.
God no distance knows, 454-

God's child in Christ adopted,-Christ my all,

210.

Good Candle, thou that with thy brother, Fire,

450.

Good verse most good, and bad verse then seems
better, 47.

Grant me a patron, gracious Heaven! whene'er,
458.

*Great goddesses are they to lazy folks, 465.
*Great things such as the Ocean counterfeit in-
finity, 458.

HARTLEY fell down and hurt himself, 456. [521.
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star, 165,
He too has flitted from his secret nest, 182.
Hear, my beloved, an old Milesian story! 140.
Hear, sweet spirit, hear the spell, 379-
Heard'st thou yon universal cry, 6.
Hence, soul-dissolving Harmony, 10.
Hence that fantastic wantonness of woe, 68.
Her attachment may differ from yours in degree,

207.

*Here lies a Poet; or what once was he, 645-

Here lies the Devil-ask no other name, 447.
Here sleeps at length poor Col., and without
screaming, 450.

My heart seraglios a whole host of joys, 454.
My irritable fears all sprang from Love, 460.
My Lesbia, let us love and live, 28.

My Lord! though your Lordship repel deviation,

151.

My Maker of thy power the trace, 185.

My Merry men all, that drink with glee, 446.
My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined, 49.
Myrtle-leaf that, ill besped, 32.

*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.

Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful

name, 43.

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-

PAINS ventral, subventral, 452.

Pale Roamer through the night! thou poor
Forlorn! 32.

Parry seeks the Polar ridge, 451.

*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! OTeacher! 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!

more, 24.

*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.

No

* 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.

447.