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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

Answer, 182.

Sun, Spots in the, 450.

Sunset, A, 172.

Supper, Written after a Walk before, 44.

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

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,


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,

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,

An Ox, long fed with musty hay, 133.
* And arrows steelled with wrath, 458.

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*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,


*And with my whole heart sing the stately song,


*And write Impromptus, 454.

*Are there two things, of all which men possess,


As Dick and I at Charing Cross were walking,


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,

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,


Britons! when last ye met, with distant
streak, 65.
*Broad-breasted Pollards, with broad- branching
heads, 456.

Broad-breasted rock-hanging cliff that glasses,

*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.

*Est meum et est tuum, amice! et si amborum
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.

Fie, Mr. Coleridge!—and can this be you?' 191.
*Fond, peevish, wedded pair! why all this rant?

*Fear thou no more, thou timid Flower! 158.


For she had lived in this bad world, 455.
Frail creatures are we all! To be the best, 208.

χρυσὸν ἀνὴρ εὑρὼν, ἔλιπε βρόχον· αὐτὰρ ὁ χρυσὸν, «Friend, Lover, Husband, Sister, Brother ! 171.


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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.

Friend of the wise! and Teacher of the Good!

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GENTLY I took that which ungently came, 208.
Tvôli σeavтóv!-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.
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,

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!

Each crime that once estranges from the virtues,

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.

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