Market-Clock, For a, 181.
Mathematical Problem, A, 13.
Melancholy : a Fragment, 34.
Melancholy Letter, Lines to a friend in Answer

to a, 43.
Metre, Experiments in, 470.
Metrical Feet, a Lesson for a Boy, 140.
Milton, Adaptation of, 473.
Minstrel, A Stranger, 155.
Miser, Epitaph on a Mercenary, 448.
Moles [included in ‘Limbo '], 189.
Monk, The Mad, 156.
Monody on a Tea-Kettle, 12.
Monody on the Death of Chatterton-First Ver-

sion, 8; Latest Version, 61.
Moon, Sonnet to the Au nnal, 3.
Morgan, To Mrs., and her Sister, 179,
Moriens Superstiti, 29.
Morienti Superstes, 29.
Mwporopía, or Wisdom in Folly, 449.
Motto for a Transparency, 450.
Muse, To the, 5.
Music, 1o.
Mutual Passion, 143.

Picture, The, or the Lover's Resolution, 162.
Pindar, Translation from, 464.
Pitt, Sonnet on, 40.
Pixies, Songs of the, 21.
Poem, To a Friend with an Unfinished, 37.
Pondere non numero, 447.
Poole, Lines to Thomas, 459.
Prayer, A Child's Evening, 175.
Premiers and First Consuls, A Hint to, 446.
Pridham, To Mary, 203.
Priestley, Sonnet on, 39.
Primrose, To a, 64.
Prize Ode on the Slave Trade, Greek, 476.
Profuse Kindness, 468.
Progress of Vice, 8.
Published, To one who, in Print what had been

entrusted to him by my Fireside, 448.
Pye, To Mr., 444.

QUÆ nocent docent, 4.
RAIN, An Ode to the, 168.
Raven, The, 18, 475.
Reader of his own Verses, On a, 444.
Reason for Love's Blindness, 181.
Recantation, illustrated in the Story of the Mad

Ox, 133.

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Recantation, The [i.e. ‘France: an Ode'), 124.
Recollection, 566.
Recollections of Love, 178.
Reflections on having left a place of Retire-

ment, 52.
Religious Musings, 53.
Remorse, Prologue and Epilogue to, 547.
Reproof and Reply, The, 191.
Revisiting the Sea-shore, On, 159.
Rime of the Ancient Mariner, The, 95, 512.
'Robbers, The,' To the Author of, 34.
ROBESPIERRE, The Fall OF, 211.
Rose, The, 23.
Ross, Lines written at the King's Arms, 33.
Ruined House in a romantic Country, Ona, III.
Rumford, Count, 64.

Osorio: a Tragedy, 479.
Ossian, Imitated from, 20.
Otter, To the River, 23.
Ottfried, Translation from, 144.
Ovidian Elegiac Metre, The, 140.

Saddleback, A Thought suggested by a View

of, 175.

Pains of Sleep, The, 170.
Pang more sharp than all, The, 182.
Parent, To a Proud, 445.
Parliamentary Oscillators, 36.
Passion, Mutual, 143.
Phantom, 172.
Phantom or Fact? 207.
Philedon, 16.
Piccolomini, The, 226.

Sancti Dominici Pallium, a Dialogue, 198.
Schiller, Sonnet to, 34.
School for College, Sonnet on quitting, 15.
Sea-shore, On revisiting the, 159.
Self-knowledge, 208.
Self-love, Duty surviving, 197
Sentimental, 451.
Separation, 175.
Sheridan, Sonnet to R. B., 42.

Tooke, Verses addressed to J. Horne, 65.
Tranquillity, Ode to, 159.
Translation from Pindar, 464; Heraclitus, 464.
Translation of a Passage in Ottfried's Gospel, 144.
Translation of Latin Verses by Wrangham, 30.
Transparency, Motto for, 450.
Trevenen, In the Album of Miss, 206.
Two Founts, The, 196.
Two round Spaces on the Tombstone, The, 157.
Two Sisters, To, 179.
UNFINISHED Poem, To a Friend together with

an, 37
Unfortunate, An, 32.
Unfortunate Woman at the Theatre, To an, 32.
Unfortunate Woman whom the Author had

known in the Days of her Innocence, To
an, 32.

Shipwreck, To a Lady with Falconer's, 185.
Shurton Bars, Lines written at, 47.
Siddons, Sonnet on Mrs., 41.
Sigh, The, 29.
Silver Thimble, The, 51.
Simplicity, To, 110.
Singer, On a Bad, 445.
Sister, On seeing a Youth affectionately wel-

comed by a, 13.
Sister's Death was inevitable, On receiving an

Account that his only, 13.
Sisters, To Two, 179.
Slanderer, On a, 443.
Slave Trade, Greek Prize Ode on the, 476.
Sleep, The Pains of, 170.
Snow-drop, The, 158.
Sober Statement of Human Life, A, 473.
Solitude, Fears in, 127.
Something childish, but very natural, 146.
Song, ex improviso, 206.
Songs of the Pixies, 21.
Sonnet to a Friend who asked how I felt when the

Nurse first presented my Infant to me, 66.
Sonnets attempted in the Manner of Contem-

porary Writers, 110.
Sonnets on Eminent Characters, 38.
Sonnets on receiving news of the Birth of a

Son, 66.
Southey, Sonnet to Robert, 42.
Southwell, Robert, Adaptation of, 473.
Spenser, Lines in the Manner of, 46.
Spring in a Village, Lines to a beautiful, 24.
Stanhope, Sonnet to Earl, 43.
Stanhope, Sonnet to Lord, 42.
Starling, The Death of the [Catullus), 29.
Stranger Minstrel, A, 155.
Stripling's War-Song, The British, 141.
Suicide's Argument, The, and Nature's

Answer, 182.
Sun, Spots in the, 450.
Sunset, A, 172.
Supper, Written after a Walk before, 44.

VICE, Progress of, 8.
Village, Lines to a beautiful Spring in a, 24.
Virgin's Cradle Hymn, The, 181.
Visionary Hope, The, 171,
Visit of the Gods, The, 142.


Wallenstein, The Death of, 305.
Wanderings of Cain, The, 112.
War-Song, The British Stripling's, 141.
Water Ballad, 143.
Welsh, Imitated from the, 33.
Westphalian Song, 143.
Wills of the Wisp, The, 460.
Wisdom in Folly, 449.
Wish, A, 19.
Wordsworth, Ad Vilmum Axiologum, 138.
Wordsworth, Dejection : an Ode (addressed to),

159, 522.
Wordsworth, Hexameters addressed to William

and Dorothy, 137.
Wordsworth, To William, Composed on the

night after his recitation of a poem on the

Growth of an Individual Mind, 176, 525.
Work without Hope, 203, 643. *
YOUNG Ass, To a, 35, 477.
Young Lady, To a, on her Recovery from a

Fever, 131.
Young Lady, To a vain, 448.
Young Lady, To a, with a Poem on the French

Revolution, 6.
Young Man of Fortune, Addressed to a, 68.
Youth affectionately welcomed by a Sister, On

seeing a, 13.
Youth and Age, 191. -
ZAPOLYA: a Christmas Tale, 399.

TALLEYRAND to Lord Grenville, 151.
Tea-Kettle, Monody on a, 12.
Tears of a grateful People, 188.
Tell's Birth-place, 142.
Thimble, The Silver, 51.
Thought suggested by a View of Saddleback in

Cumberland, 175.
Three Graves, The, 85.
Time, Real and Imaginary, 187.

Time-piece, Inscription for a, 181.
To—, 64.
Tombless Epitaph, A, 180.
Tombstone, The two round Spaces on the, 157.


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A BIRD, who for his other sins, 195.

* And this is your peculiar art, I know, 468.
A blessed lot hath he, who having passed, 81. And this place our forefathers made for men ! 85.
*A chance may win that by mischance was lost, And this reft house is that the which he built,

and silent spot, amid the hills, 127. * And with my whole heart sing the stately song,
*. A heavy wit shall hang at every lord,' 451.

A joke (cries Jack) without a sting, 445.

* And write Impromptus, 454.
A little further, O my father, 113.

* Are there two things, of all which men possess,
*A long deep lane so overshadow'd, 455.

A lovely form there sate beside my bed, 207. As Dick and I at Charing Cross were walking,
A low dead Thunder mutter'd thro' the night, 445.

As I am rhymer, 452.
A maniac in the woods, 456.

As late each flower that sweetest blows, 23.
A mount, not wearisome and bare and steep, 67. *As late in wreaths gay flowers I bound, 19.
A poor benighted Pedlar knock’d, 448.

As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain, 7.
A sumptuous and magnificent Revenge, 461. As late I lay in slumber's shadowy vale, 38.
A sunny shaft did I behold, 186, 422.

As late on Skiddaw's mount I lay supine, 155.
A sworded man whose trade is blood, 175.

As oft mine eye with careless glance, 51.
*A wind that with Aurora hath abiding, 469. * As the appearance of a star, 469.
* Admire they know not what, 473.

* As the tir'd savage, who his drowsy frame, 566.
Ah! cease thy tears and sobs, my little Life! 44.

As when a child on some long winter's night, 41.
Ah! not by Cam or Isis, famous streams, 185.

As when far off the warbled strains are heard, 39.
All are not born to soar—and ah! how few, 17.

* As when the new or full Moon urges, 462.
All look and likeness caught from earth, 172. At midnight by the stream I roved, 27.
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their Auspicious Reverence! Hush

lair, 203

song, 70.
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, 135. Away, those cloudy looks, that labouring
Almost awake? Why, what is this, and

sigh, 43.
whence, 36.
An evil spirit's on thee, friend ! of late! 447. 'Be, rather than be call’d, a child of God,' 145.
An excellent adage commands that we should, Behind the thin grey cloud that cover'd, 456.

* Behold yon row of pines, that shorn and bow'd,
An Ox, long fed with musty hay, 133.

And arrows steelled with wrath, 458.

Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun, 174.
And cauldrons the scoop'd earth, a boiling sea, * Beneath this stone does William Hazlitt lie, 446.

*Beneath this thorn when I was young, 85.
And hail the Chapel ! hail the Platform wild ! Beneath yon birch with silver bark, 136.

* Blind is that soul which from this truth can
And oft I saw him stray, 654.

swerve, 472.
And re-implace God's Image in the Soul, 458.

* Bowed spirit, 457.
*And snow whose hanging weight archeth some * Bright clouds of reverence, sufferably bright,
still deep river, 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 blame you not my

truth, 173.

* Fear thou no more, thou timid Flower ! 158.
*Call the World Spider; and at fancy's touch, 465.
Charles, grave or merry, at no lie would stick, 447. * Fond, peevish, wedded pair ! why all this rant ?

'Fie, Mr. Coleridge !-and can this be you?' 191.
Charles ! my slow heart was only sad, when

first, 66.

For she had lived in this bad world, 455.
Child of my muse ! in Barbour's gentle hand, 207.
χρυσόν ανήρ ευρών, έλιπε βρόχον αυτάρ ο χρυσόν, Friend, Lover, Husband, Sister, Brother ! 171.

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

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

Come; your opinion of my manuscript ! 449.
*Complained of, complaining, there shov'd, and *Friend pure of heart and fervent! we have

learnt, 465.
here shoving, 637.

*Friends should be weigh’d, not told; who boasts
Cupid, if storying Legends tell aright, 23.

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

*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 oe, 8.

TvôOl geavtov !-and is this the prime, 208.
Depart in joy from this world's noise and strife, *God and the World we worship both together,

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.

*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

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 fitted from his secret nest, 182.

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

Heard'st thou yon universal cry, 6.
Earth! thou mother of numberless children, the Hence, soul-dissolving Harmony, 1o.
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.

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 without
Ere the birth of my life, if I wish'd it or no, 182. screaming, 450.


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