INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A barking sound the shepherd hears. A point of life between my parents' dust -A simple child A slumber did my spirit seal A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain An age hath been when earth was proud An Orpheus! an Orpheus !—yes, faith may grow bold And is this-Yarrow?-This the stream Another year!-another deadly blow Art thou a Statesman, in the van Art thou the bird whom man loves best At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears Calvert! it must not be unheard by them. Y Come ye-who, if which Heaven avert !) the land Dear child of nature, let them rail! . Earth has not anything to show more fair. England! the time is come when thou should'st wean Fair is the swan, whose majesty, prevailing Farewell, thou little nook of mountain-ground . Five years have past; five summers, with the length Go, faithful portrait! and where long hath knelt -Hast thou then survived . Here pause: the poet claims at least this praise I am not one who much or oft delight I have a boy of five years old I heard a thousand blended notes I saw an aged beggar in my walk I saw far off the dark top of a pine I shiver, spirit fierce and bold I thought of thee, my partner and my guide I travelled among unknown men I've watched you now a full half-hour I wandered lonely as a cloud 125 I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged pile ! 294 I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret 219 If from the public way you turn your steps If nature, for a favourite child . If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven In the sweet shire of Cardigan |