How sad a welcome! To each voyager, iv. 213

How shall I paint thee? -Be this naked stone, iii. 250
How soon, alas! did Man, created pure, iv. 98
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks, ii. 344
Humanity, delighting to behold, iii. 106

ilunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast, iii. 104

I am not one who much or oft delight, iv. 254
I come, ye little noisy Crew, v. 147

I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind, iii. 90
If from the public way you turn your steps, i. 342
If Life were slumber on a bed of down, iv. 190

If Nature, for a favorite child, iv. 247

If there be prophets on whose spirits rest, iv. 73

If these brief Records, by the Muses' art, ii. 366

If the whole weight of what we think and feel, ii. 348

If this great world of joy and pain, iv. 304

If thou in the dear love of some one Friend, v. 84

If to Tradition faith be due, iii. 285

If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share, iii. 225

I grieved for Buonaparté, with a vain, iii. 66

I have a boy of five years old, i. 209

I heard (alas! 't was only in a dream), ii. 347

I heard a thousand blended notes, iv. 233

I know an aged Man constrained to dwell, v. 24
I listen, but no faculty of mine, iii. 154

Imagination-ne'er before content, iii. 120

I marvel how Nature could ever find space, iv. 234
I met Louisa in the shade, i. 272

Immured in Bothwell's towers, at times the Brave, iii. 290

In Bruges town is many a street, iii. 137

In desultory walk through orchard grounds, v. 46

In distant countries have I been, i. 291

In due observance of an ancient rite, iii. 99

Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood, iii. 71

Inmate of a mountain dwelling, ii. 218

In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud, ii. 394

Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake, ii. 390.

In these fair vales hath many a Tree, v. 78

In the sweet shire of Cardigan, iv. 237

In this still place, remote from men, iii. 16

In trellised shed with clustering roses gay, iv. 1
Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you, iii. 117

In youth from rock to rock I went, ii. 32

I rose while yet the cattle, heat-oppressed, iii. 266

I saw a Mother's eye intensely bent, iv. 119

I saw an aged Beggar in my walk, v. 143

I saw far off the dark top of a Pine, iii. 203

I saw the figure of a lovely Maid, iv. 128

Is Death, when evil against good has fought, iv. 334
I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold, iii. 2

Is it a reed that 's shaken by the wind, iii. 65
Is then no nook of English ground secure, ii. 395
Is then the final page before me spread, iii. 184
Is there a power that can sustain and cheer, iii. 98
Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill? iii. 204

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, iii. 270
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, ii. 339
It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown, ii. 192
It is not to be thought of, that the Flood, iii. 74
It is the first mild day of March, iv. 235

I travelled among unknown men, i. 275

It seems a day, ii. 123

It was a moral end for which they fought, iii. 94
It was an April morning: fresh and clear, ii. 1
I've watched you now a full half-hour, i. 265
I wandered lonely as a cloud, ii. 130

I was thy neighbor once, thou rugged Pile, v. 150

I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret, ii 246
I, who accompanied with faithful pace, iv. 72

Jesu! bless our slender Boat, iii. 142

Jones! as from Calais southward you and I, iii. 65

Just as those final words were penned, the sun broke out is
power, i. 227

Keep for the Young the impassioned smile, ii. 212

Lady! a Pen, perhaps with thy regard, v. 48
Lady! I rifled a Parnassian Cave, ii. 353

Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove, ii. 354
Lament! for Diocletian's fiery sword, iv. 76

Lance, shield, and sword relinquished, at his side, iv. 86

Last night, without a voice, that Vision spake, iv. 129
Let other bards of angels sing, i. 281

Let thy wheelbarrow alone, ii. 30

Let us quit the leafy arbor, i. 221

Lie here, without a record of thy worth, iv. 262

Life with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun, ii. 385

Like a shipwrecked Sailor tost, iv. 295

List, the winds of March are blowing, iv. 298

List!'t was the Cuckoo. O, with what delight, ii. 211

List, ye who pass by Lyulph's Tower, iv. 222

Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape, iii. 182

Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they, ii. 863
Long-favored England! be not thou misled, iv. 327

Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn, iii. 207

Lonsdale! it were unworthy of a Guest, iv. 221

Look at the fate of summer flowers, i. 276

Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid, iii. 98
Lord of the vale! astounding Flood, iii. 52

Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up, v. 160

Loving she is, and tractable, though wild, i. 190

Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance, ii. 386
Lo! where the Moon along the sky, iv. 259
Lowther! in thy majestic Pile are seen, iv. 221
Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells, iii. 178

Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live, ii. 139

Man's life is like a Sparrow, mighty King, iv. 82
Mark how the feathered tenants of the flood, ii. 221
Mark the concentred hazels that inclose, ii. 349
Meek Virgin Mother, more benign, iii. 150

Men of the Western World! in Fate's dark book, iv. 327
Men, who have ceased to reverence, soon defy, iv. 128
Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road, iv. 74
Methinks that I could trip o'er heaviest soil, iv. 123
Methinks that to some vacant hermitage, iv. 86
Methinks 't were no unprecedented feat, iii. 264
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne, ii. 338
'Mid crowded obelisks and urns, iii. 9

Mid-noon is past; -upon the sultry mead, iii. 264
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour, iii. 73
Mine ear has rung, my spirit sunk subdued, iv. 154
Miserrimus! and neither name nor date, ii. 378
Monastic Domes! following my downward way, iv. 150
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes, iv. 229
Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost, iv. 114
Motions and Means, on land and sea at war, iv. 219
My frame hath often trembled with delight, iii. 260
My heart leaps up when I behold, i. 187

Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands, i. 49
Near Anio's stream, I spied a gentle Dove, iii. 208
Never enlivened with the liveliest ray, ii. 74
Next morning Troilus began to clear, v. 112
No fiction was it of the antique age, iii. 255
No more: the end is sudden and abrupt, iii. 296
No mortal object did these eyes behold, ii. 336
No record tells of lance opposed to lance, iii. 267
Nor scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend, iv. 84
Nor shall the eternal roll of praise reject, iv. 132
Nor wants the 'cause the panic-striking aid, iv. 79
Not a breath of air, ii. 121

Not envying Latian shades, if yet they throw, iii. 249
Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep, iii. 269
Not in the lucid intervals of life, iv. 164

Not in the mines beyond the western main, iv. 228
Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly, iii. 144
Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell, ii. 848
Not 'mid the World's vain objects, that enslave, iii. 89
Not sedentary all: there are who roam, iv. 88
Not seldom, clad in radiant vest, v. 83

Not so that Pair whose youthful spirits dance, iii. 254
Not the whole warbling grove in concert heard, ii. 375
Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew, iv. 206
Not to the object specially designed, iv. 334

Not utterly unworthy to endure, iv. 114

Not without heavy grief of heart did he. v. 142
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, iii. 110
Now that the farewell tear is dried, iii. 159

Now we are tired of boisterous joy, iii. 37

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, v. 21
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, ii. 320

Oak of Guernica! Tree of holier power, iii. 101
O blithe New-comer! I have heard, ii. 118
O dearer far than light and life are dear, i. 284
O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain, iii. 93
O'erweening Statesmen have full long relied, iii. 103
O flower of all that springs from gentle blood, v. 141
Of mortal parents is the Hero born, iii. 90

O for a dirge! But why complain? v. 163

O for a kindling touch from that pure flame, iii. 118

O for the help of Angels to complete, iii. 141

O Friend! I know not which way I must look, iii. 72

Oft have I caught, upon a fitful breeze, iv. 206

Oft have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my cheek, ii 334
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, i. 199

Oft is the medal faithful to its trust, v. 71

O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee, ii. 327

O happy time of youthful lovers! (thus, i. 312

O Life! without thy checkered scene, iii. 148

O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously, quoth she, v. 87

O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot, iii. 257
Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee, iii. 67
Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky), v. 28
Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned, i. 308

Once more the Church is seized with sudden fear, iv. 109
Once on the top of Tynwald's formal mound, iv. 202

One might believe that natural miseries, iii. 75

One morning, raw it was and wet, i. 305

One who was suffering tumult in his soul, ii. 352
On his morning rounds, the Master, iv. 260
O Nightingale! thou surely art, ii. 127

-on! iii. 25€

On, loitering Muse! - the swift Stream chides us,-
O now that the genius of Bewick were mine, v. 132
On to Iona! - What can she afford, iv. 212
Open your gates, ye everlasting Piles, iv. 155
O pleasant exercise of hope and joy, ii. 193

O there is blessing in this gentle breeze, vii. 9

O thou who movest onward with a mind, v. 137

O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought, i. 217

Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine, iv. 337

Our walk was far among the ancient trees, ii. 10

Outstretching flame-ward his upbraided hand, iv. 120

O what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech, ii. 89
O, what's the matter? what's the matter? v. 41

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, ii. 41

Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep, iii. 276
Pastor and Patriot!at whose bidding rise, iv. 188
Patriots informed with Apostolic light, iv. 137
Pause, courteous Spirit! - Balbi supplicates, v. 143
Pause, Traveller! whosoe'er thou be, v. 81
Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side, ii. 323

People! your chains are severing link by link, iv. 323
Perhaps some needful service of the State, v. 136
Pleasures newly found are sweet, ii. 43

Portentous change, when History can appear, iv. 325
Praised be the Art whose subtle power could stay, ii. 325
Praised be the Rivers, from their mountain springs, iv. 108
Prejudged by foes determined not to spare, iv. 127
Presentiments! they judge not right, ii. 241

Prompt transformation works the novel Lore, iv. 88
Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of old, ii. 396
Pure element of waters! wheresoe'er, ii. 363

Queen of the stars! so gentle, so benign, iv. 178

Ranging the heights of Scawfell or Black Comb, iv. 196
Rapt above earth by power of one fair face, iii. 221
Realms quake by turns: proud Arbitress of grace, iv. 96
Record we too, with just and faithful pen, iv. 101
Redoubted King, of courage leonine, iv. 95
Reluctant call it was; the rite delayed, iv. 324
Rest, rest, perturbed Earth, v. 161

Return, Content! for fondly I pursued, iii. 265

Rise! they have risen: of brave Aneurin ask, iv. 78

Rotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was gray, ii. 378

Rude is this Edifice, and thou hast seen, v. 74

Sacred Religion! mother of form and fear, iii. 260

Sad thoughts, avaunt! — partake we their blithe cheer, iii. 283
Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud, iv. 324

Say, what is Honor?-'T is the finest sense, iii. 95
Say, ye far-travelled clouds, far-seeing hills, iii. 277
Scattering, like birds escaped the fowler's net, iv. 122
Scorn not the Sonuet; Critic, you have frowned, ii. 343
Screams round the Arch-druid's brow the sea-mnew. white
iv. 74

Seek who will delight in fable, i. 233

See the Condemned alone within his cell, iv. 339

See what gay wild-flowers deck this earth-built Cot, iii. 284
See, where his difficult way tha Old Man wins, iii. 223