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* Here's Jem's first copy of nonsense verses, 465. It may indeed he 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! 44. 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.

460.
*I speak in figures, inward thoughts and woes, 643. * Light cargoes waft of modulated sound, 453.
*I stand alone, nor tho' my heart should break, 467. ike 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.

458.
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.

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*My heart seraglios a whole host of joys, 454. Of late, in one of those most weary hours, 204.
* My irritable fears all sprang from Love, 460. Oft, oft methinks, the while with thee, 178.
My Lesbia, let us love and live, 28.

Oft o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll,
My Lord! though your Lordship repel deviation,

66.

*Oh! might my ill-past hours return again! 4.
151.
My Maker ! of thy power the trace, 185.

Old age, “the shape and messenger of Death,
My Merry men all, that drink with glee, 446.

454.
My pensive Sara ! thy soft cheek reclined, 49. Old Harpy jeers at castles in the air, 448.
Myrtle-leaf that, ill besped, 32.

On a given finite line, 14.

On stern Blencartha's perilous height, 175.
*NATURE wrote Rascal on his face, 455.

On the broad mountain-top, 455.
Nay, dearest Anna ! why so grave ? 181.

On the wide level of a mountain's head, 187.
Near the lone pile with ivy overspread, 31. On wide or narrow scale shall Man, 17.
Never, believe me, 142.

*Once again, sweet Willow, wave thee ! 470.
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day, 131. Once could the Morn's first beams, the healthful
* No doleful faces here, no sighing, 443.

breeze, 11.
No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Once more, Sweet Stream! with slow foot
Pope, 198.

wandering near, 24.
No mortal spirit yet had clomb so high, 461. One kiss, dear Maid ! I said and sighed, 30.
No private grudge they need, no personal spite,451. Oppress'd, confused, with grief and pain, 188.
Nor cold, nor stern, my soul ! yet I detest, 148. Our English poets, bad and good, agree, 449.
Nor travels my meandering eye, 47.

*Outmalice Calumny's imposthum'd tongue, 454.
Not always should the tear's ambrosial dew, 40.
Not her's to win the sense by words of rhetoric, | Pains ventral, subventral, 452.
464.

Pale Roamer through the night! thou poor
Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful

Forlorn ! 32.
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.

447

Pensive at eve on the hard 'world I mus'd, 110.
*O BEAUTY in a beauteous body dight! 461. Perish warmth unfaithful to its seeming ! 454.
* blessed Letters ! that combine in one, 472. *Phidias changed marble into feet and legs, 466.
*0! Christmas Day, O gloomy day, 171.

Pity! mourn in plaintive tone, 29.
*O! Christmas Day, Oh! happy day, 171. * Poetry without egotism, comparatively unin-
O fair is Love's first hope to gentle mind ! 193. teresting, 454.
O form'd t illume a sunless world forlorn, 41.

Poor little foal of an oppressed race ! 35, 477.
*O Friend ! O Teacher ! God's great gift to me! 525. * Promptress of unnumber'd sighs, 27.
O! I do love thee, meek Simplicity! 110.
0! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, 190. QUÆ linquam, aut nihil, aut nihili, aut vix sunt
O leave the lily on its stem, 612.

mea. Sordes, 210.
*0 man! thou half-dead Angel ! 458.
O meek attendant of Sol's setting blaze, 11.

*REPEATING such verse as Bowles, 459.
O Peace, that on a lilied bank dost love, 46.

Resembles life what once was deem'd of light,
**Ω σκότω πύλας, Θάνατε, προλείπων, 476.

173.
*o! Superstition is the giant shadow, 469. Richer than Miser o'er his countless hoards, 33,
O thou wild Fancy, check thy wing! No 570.
more, 24.

Rid of a vexing and a heavy load, 474.
* ( th’ Oppressive, irksome weight, 461.

*Rush on my ear, a cataract of sound, 454.
O! what a life is the eye ! 138.
O what a loud and fearful shriek was there, 39. Sad lot, to have no Hope! Though lowly kneel-
O what a wonder seems the fear of death, 61.

ing, 171.
O would the Baptist come again, 444.

Say what you will, Ingenious Youth ! 443.
*O'er the raised earth the gales of evening sigh, 459.

Scarce any scandal, but has a handle, 448.
O'er wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm Schiller! that hour I would have wished to

rule, 206.
Of him that in this gorgeous tomb doth lie, 446. Seraphs ! around th'Eternal's seat who throng, 3.

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She gave with joy her virgin breast, 144.

The piteous sobs that choke the virgin's
Since all that beat about in Nature's range, 172. breath, 68.
Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel ! 45.

* The Pleasures sport beneath the thatch, 459.
Sisters ! sisters! who sent you here? 111.

The Poet in his lone yet genial hour, 460.
Sleep, sweet babe ! my cares beguiling, 181. *The quick raw flesh that burneth in the wound,
Sly Beelzebub took all occasions, 444.

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Sole maid, associate sole, to me beyond, 461. *The recluse hermit ofttimes more doth know,
Sole Positive of Night! 199.

471.
Southey! thy melodies steal o'er mine ear, 42. The rose that blushes like the morn, 451.
Spirit who sweepest the wild Harp of Time! 79. The shepherds went their hasty way, 150.
Splendour's fondly-foster'd child ! 149.

The singing Kettle and the purring Cat, 461.
Stanhope! I hail, with ardent Hymn, thy *The sole true Something-This, in Limbo's Den,
name! 42.

189.
Stop, Christian passer-by !-Stop, child of God, The solemn-breathing air is ended, 28.
210, 645.

The stream with languid murmur creeps, 20.
Stop, Christian Visitor! Stop, Child of God, 645. *The subtle snow in every breeze, 456.
Stretch'd on a mouldered Abbey's broadest * The Sun (for now his orb 'gan slowly sink), 454.
wall, 34.

'The Sun is not yet risen,' 193.
Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limit. *The sunshine lies on the cottage-wall, 456.
less billows, 140.

*The swallows interweaving there, 455.
Such fierce vivacity as fires the eye, 455.

The tear which mourn'd a brother's fate scarce
* Such love as mourning Husbands have, 460.

dry, 13.
Swans sing before they die — 'twere no bad The tedded hay, the first fruits of the soil, 154.
thing, 445.

* The tongue can't speak when the mouth is
Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet cramm'd with earth, 457.
stem, 63.

* Then we may thank ourselves, 473.
Sweet Mercy ! how my very heart has bled, 45. * There are two births, the one when Light, 467.
* Sweet Muse! companion of my every hour! 10. There comes from old Avaro's grave, 443.

*There in some darksome shade, 470.
Tell me, on what holy ground, 33.

* These, Emmeline, are not the journies, 467.
* Terrible and loud as the strong Voice, 455. These, Virtue, are thy triumphs, that adorn, 64.
That darling of the Tragic Muse, 31.

They shrink in as moles, 189.
That France has put us oft to rout, 449.

*This be the meed, that thy song creates a
That Jealousy may rule a mind, 207.

thousand-fold echo ! 138.
'The angel's like a flea,' 466.

This day among the faithful placed, 83.
* The builder left one narrow rent, 461.

This, Hannah Scollock ! may have been the case,
The Butterfly the ancient Grecians made, 185.

463.
The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar, This is the time, when most divine to hear, 53.
260.

This Sycamore, oft musical with bees, 169.
The clouds are black’ning, the storms threat'ning, This way or that, ye Powers above me ! 451.
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* This yearning heart (Love! witness what I say),
The Devil believes that the Lord will come, 157. 467.
* The dubious light sad glimmers o'er the sky, 20. Tho' much averse, dear Jack, to flicker, 44.
The early year's fast-flying vapours stray, 64. Tho' no bold flights to thee belong, 5.
The fervid Sun had more than halved the day, 16. Thou bleedest, my poor Heart ! and thy dis-
The Frost performs its secret ministry, 126.

tress, 34•
The grapes upon the Vicar's wall, 88.

Thou gentle Look, that didst my soul beguile, 23.
*The guilty pomp, consuming while it flares, 454. *Though friendships differ endless in degree, 468.
The hour-bell sounds, and I must go, 29.

Though roused by that dark Vizir Riot rude, 39.
The indignant Bard composed this furious ode, Though veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath, 195.
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Three truths should make thee often think and
* The merry nightingale that crowds, and hurries,

pause, 446.
456.

Through weeds and thorns, and matted under-
The mild despairing of a heart resigned, 455.

wood, 162.
* The Moon, how definite its orb! 469.

Thus far my scanty brain hath built the
* The never-bloomless Furze, 456.

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Thy babes ne'er greet thee with the father's We both attended the same College, 444.

We pledg'd our hearts, my love and I, 144.
name, 445.
Thy lap-dog, Rufa, is a dainty beast, 445.

Well ! If the Bard was weather-wise, who
Thy smiles I note, sweet early flower, 64.

made, 159, 523.
*Thy stern and sullen eye, and thy dark brow, Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, 92.

We'll live together, like two neighbour vines
'Tis a strange place, this Limbo !--not a Place,
189.

*We've conquer'd us a Peace, like lads true
'Tis hard on Bagshot Heath to try, 10.

metalled, 450.
*'Tis mine and it is likewise your's, 46o.

*We've fought for Peace, and conquer'd it at last,
'Tis not the lily-brow I prize, 206.
'Tis sweet to him who all the week, 146.

What? rise again with all one's bones? 444.
'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, 116. What a spring-tide of Love to dear friends in a
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! 180.

shoal ! 468.
To know, to esteem, to love,-and then to part, What boots to tell how o'er his grave, 468.

What is an Epigram ? a dwarfish whole, 447.
To praise men as good, and to take them for *What never is but only is to be, 467.
such, 468.

*What now, O Man! thou dost or mean'st to do,
*To tempt the dangerous deep, too venturous
youth, 1.

*What pleasures shall he ever find ? 2.
*To wed a fool, I really cannot see, 447.

What statesmen scheme, and soldiers work,
Tom Slothful talks, as slothful Tom beseems, 626.
449.

What though the chilly wide-mouth'd quacking
Tranquillity! thou better name, 159.

chorus, 451.
Trochée trīps from long tõ short, 140.

When British Freedom for a happier land, 38.
*Truth I pursued, as Fancy sketch'd the way, 465. *When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt, 462.
'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be, When Surface talks of other people's worth, 450.
196.

When they did greet me father, sudden awe, 66.
*'Twas not a mist, nor was it quite a cloud, 469. When thieves come, I bark : when gallants, I
'Twas sweet to know it only possible, 456.

am still, 448.
Two things hast thou made known to half the When thou to my true-love com’st, 143.
nation, 448.

When Youth his faery reign began, 29.
*Two wedded hearts if ere were such, 461.

Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt God and

thee, 466.
UNBOASTFUL Bard! whose verse concise yet *Wherefore art thou come? 454.
clear, 50.

*Where'er I find the Good, the True, the Fair,
Unchanged within, to see all changed without, 469.

*Where Cam his stealthy flowings most dis-
Under the arms of a goodly oak-tree, 475.

sembles, 454.
Under this stone does Walter Harcourt lie, 446. Where graced with many a classic spoil, 15.
Underneath a huge oak tree, 18.

Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn? 190.

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*Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy Where true Love burns, Desire is Love's pure
stalk, 31.

flame, 465.
Unperishing youth ! 141.
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While my young cheek retains its healthful hues,
Up, up! ye dames, and lasses gay! 186, 437-

155.
*Upon the mountain's edge with light touch rest- Whom the untaught Shepherds call, 21.
ing, 172.

Why need I say, Louisa dear! 131.
Utter the song, O my soul! the flight and return *William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William
of Mohammed, 139.

and dear Dorothea ! 137.

*Wisdom, Mother of retired Thought, 455.
Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying, 191. With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,
*Verse, pictures, music, thoughts both grave and 190.

With many a pause and oft reverted eye, 46.
Virtues and Woes alike too great for man, 20. * With many a weary step at length I gain, 33.

* With secret hand heal the conjectur'd wound.
We ask and urge-(here ends the story !), 461.

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gay, 206.

With skill that never Alchemist yet told, 453. Yes, noble old Warrior! this heart has beat high,
* Within my Heart, the magic child, 637.

141.
Within these circling hollies, wood-bine clad, 460. Yes, yes ! that boon, life's richest treat, 202.

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Within these wilds was Anna wont to rove, 11. Yet art thou happier far than she, 29.

*Yon row of bleak and visionary pines, 463.
Ye Clouds! that far above me float and pause, You come from o'er the waters, 470.
124.

You loved the daughter of Don Manrique?
Ye drinkers of Stingo and Nappy so free, 445.

183.
*Ye harp-controlling hymns ! 464.

Your Poem must eternal be, 444.
Ye souls unused to lofty verse, 5.

*You're careful o'er your wealth, 'tis true, 443.

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