INDEX TO THE FIRST LINES.
A BARKING Sound the Shepherd hears, v. 43
A Book came forth of late, called Peter Bell, iii. 20
A bright-haired company of youthful slaves, iv. 205
Abruptly paused the strife;-the field throughout, iii. 241
A dark plume fetch me from yon blasted yew, iv. 23
Adieu, Rydalian Laurels! that have grown, v. 209
Advance come forth from thy Tyrolean ground, iii. 213
Aerial Rock-whose solitary brow, iii. 13
A fairer face of evening cannot be, iii. 32
A famous man is Robin Hood, iii. 127
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by, iii. 16
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, iv. 287
Age! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers, iii. 138
Ah, when the Body, round which in love we clung, iv. 212
Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue nor pen, iii. 226
Aid, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light, iv. 263
Alas! what boots the long laborious quest, iii. 215
A little onward lend thy guiding hand, v. 64
A love-lorn Maid, at some far-distant time, iv, 28
Ambition-following down this far-famed slope, iv. 163
Amid a fertile region green with wood, v. 166
Amid the smoke of cities did you pass, ii. 289
Amid this dance of objects sadness steals, iv. 128
Among a grave fraternity of Monks, v. 137
Among the dwellings framed by birds, ii. 64
Among the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream, v. 213
A month, sweet Little-ones, is past, i. 10
An age hath been when Earth was proud, v. 66
A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags, ii. 294
And is it among rude untutored Dales, iii. 216
And is this-Yarrow ?- This the Stream, iii. 168
And, not in vain embodied to the sight, iv. 235
And shall, the Pontiff asks, profaneness flow, iv. 225
And what is Penance with her knotted thong, iv. 246
And what melodious sounds at times prevail, iv. 236
An Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold, ii. 96
Another year!-another deadly blow, iii. 200
A pen-to register; a key, v. 82
A Pilgrim, when the summer day, ii. 59
A plague on your languages, German and Norse, v. 22
A pleasant music floats along the Mere, iv. 222
A point of life between my Parents' dust, v. 214
A rock there is whose lonely front, ii. 204
A Roman Master stands on Grecian ground, iii. 204
Around a wild and woody hill, iv. 134
Arran a single-crested Teneriffe, v. 231
Art thou a Statist in the van, v. 24
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, ii. 42
A simple child, i. 19
A slumber did my spirit seal, ii. 93
As often as I murmur here, ii. 62
As star that shines dependent upon star, iv. 286
As the cold aspect of a sunless way, iii. 69
A stream, to mingle with your favourite Dee, iii. 86
A sudden conflict rises from the swell, iv. 285
As, when a storm hath ceased, the birds regain, iv. 199
As with the Stream our voyage we pursue, iv. 229
At early dawn, or rather when the air, iii. 77
A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, v. 149
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, ii. 95
Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind, iii. 231
A voice, from long-expecting thousands sent, iv. 280
A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found, iii. 36
Avon-a precious, an immortal name, v. 167
A weight of awe not easy to be borne, v. 249
A whirl-blast from behind the hill, ii. 9
A winged Goddess-clothed in vesture wrought, iv. 124
A Youth too certain of his power to wade, v. 224
Bard of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made, iii. 19
Before I see another day, i. 165
Before my eyes a Wanderer stood, ii. 101
Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, ii. 10
Beguiled into forgetfulness of care, v. 131
Behold a pupil of the monkish gown, iv. 218
Behold her, single in the field, iii. 123
Behold, within the leafy shade, i. 139
Beloved Vale! 1 said, when I shall con, iii. 6
Beneath the concave of an April sky, ii. 211
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed, ii. 27
Beneath yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound, iii. 278
Be this the chosen site; the virgin sod, iv. 302
Between two sister moorland rills, ii. 52
Black Demons hovering o'er his mitred head, iv. 230
Blest be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs, iv. 289.
Blest is this Isle-our native Land, v. 84
Bold words affirmed, in days when faith was strong, v. 220
Brave Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight, Hi. 222
Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere, v. 27
Broken in fortune, but in mind entire, v. 227
Brook! whose society the Poet seeks, iii. 73.
Brugès I saw attired with golden light, iv. 122
But here no cannon thunders to the gale, iv. 39
But liberty, and triumphs on the Main, iv. 301
But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book, iv. 256
But, to remote Northumbria's royal Hall, iv. 207
But what if One, through grove or flowery mead, iv. 215
But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord, iv. 239
By a blest Husband guided, Mary came, v. 310
By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred, iv. 143
By chain yet stronger must the Soul be tied, iv. 294
By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze, iii. 240
By such examples moved to unbought pains, iv. 216
By their floating mill, ii. 57.
Call not the royal Swede unfortunate, iii. 223
Calm as an under-current, strong to draw, iv. 281
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel, iii. 4
Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose, v. 261
Calvert! it must not be unheard by them, iii. 49
Change me, some God, into that breathing rose, iv. 13
Chatsworth thy stately mansion, and the pride, iii. 98
Child of loud-throated War the mountain Stream, iii. 125
Child of the clouds! remote from every taint, iv. 8
Clarkson it was an obstinate hill to climb, iii. 206
Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars, iii. 208
Coldly we spake. The Saxons, overpowered, iv. 224
Content with calmer scenes around us spread, iv. 295
Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell, iii. 53
Darkness surrounds us; seeking, we are lost, iv. 197
Dear Child of Nature, let them rail, ii. 180
Dear Fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse, iv. 120
Dear native regions, I foretel, i. 47
Dear Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould, iii. 243
Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed, v. 218
Deep is the lamentation! Not alone, iv. 254
Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord, iii. 133
Departing summer hath assumed, v. 73
Deplorable his lot who tills the ground, iv. 233
Desire we past illusious to recal, v. 221
Desponding Father! mark this altered bough, iii. 68
Despond who will-I heard a voice exclaim, v. 229
Destined to war from very infancy, v. 306
Did pangs of grief for lenient time too keen, v. 225
Dishonoured Rock and Ruin! that, by law, v. 157
Dogmatic Teachers, of the snow-white fur, iii. 74
Doomed as we are our native dust, iv. 135
Doubling and doubling with laborious walk, v. 161
Down a swift Stream, thus far, a bold design, iv. 283
Dread hour! when, upheaved by war's sulphurous blast, iv. 148
Driven from the soil of France, a Female came. iii. 183
Driven in by Autumn's sharpening air, i. 252
Earth has not anything to show more fair, iii. 78
Eden till now thy beauty had I viewed, v. 244
Emperors and Kings, how oft have temples rung, iii. 247
England! the time is come when thou should'st wean, iii. 195
Enough for see, with dim association, iv. 238
Enough of climbing toil!-Ambition treads, v. 69
Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook, v. 159
Enough of rose-bud lips and eyes, v. 181
Ere with cold beads of midnight dew, i. 152
Ere yet our course was graced with social trees, iv. 12
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky, ii. 171
Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress, iii. 66
Even so for me a Vision sanctified, iii. 31
Even such the contrast that, where'er we move, iv. 271
Even while I speak, the sacred roofs of France, iv. 299
Excuse is needless when with love sincere, iii. 22
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate, iii. 114
Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild, iii. 45
Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west, iii. 175
Fallen, and diffused into a shapeless heap, iv. 33
Fame tells of groves-from England far away, iii. 83
Fancy, who leads the pastimes of the glad, ii. 3
Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground, i. 141
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove, i. 48
Father to God himself we cannot give, iv. 290
Fear hath a hundred eyes, that all agree, iv. 269
Festivals have I seen that were not names, iii. 179
Five years have past; five summers, with the length, ii. 161
Flattered with promise of escape, v. 111
Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale, iii. 142
Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep, iii. 15
For ever hallowed be this morning fair, iv. 206
For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes, iv. 138
For what contend the wise ?-for nothing less, iv. 57
Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein, iii. 72
From Bolton's old monastic tower, iv. 47
From early youth I ploughed the restless Main, v. 226
From Little down to Least, in due degree, iv. 291
From low to high doth dissolution climb, iv. 297
From Stirling Castle we had seen, iii. 134
From the dark chambers of dejection freed, iii. 44
From the fierce aspect of this River, throwing, iv. 133
From this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play, iv. 21
Frowns are on every Muse's face, ii. 47
Genius of Raphael! if thy wings, ii. 220
Glide gently, thus for ever glide, v. 11
Glory to God! and to the Power who came, iv. 309
Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes, iii. 209
Go, faithful Portrait! and where long hath knelt, iii. 101
Grant, that by this unsparing hurricane, iv. 255
Great men have been among us; hands that penned, iii. 189
Greta, what fearful listening! when huge stones, v. 212
Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend, iii. 21
Had this effulgence disappeared, v. 273
Hail, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night, iii. 259
Hail to the fields-with Dwellings sprinkled o'er, iv. 19
Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour, iii. 64
Hail, Virgin Queen! o'er many an envious bar, iv. 265
Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye, iii. 219
Happy the feeling from the bosom thrown, iii. 2
Harp! couldst thou venture, on thy boldest string, iv. 273
Hast thou seen, with flash incessant, iii. 288
Hast thou then survived, ii. 74
Haydon ! let worthier judges praise the skill, iii. 103
Here Man more purely lives, less oft doth fall, iv. 232
Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more, iii. 184
Here on their knees men swore: the stones were black, v, 240
Here pause: the Poet claims at least this praise, iii. 236
Here stood an Oak, that long had borne affixed, v. 169
Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, i. 256
Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat, iii. 9
High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you, iii. 207
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