PAGEA bird, who for his other sins451A blesséd lot hath he, who having passed173A green and silent spot, amid the hills256'A heavy wit shall hang at every lord'973A joke (cries Jack) without a sting961A little further, O my father288A long deep lane992A lovely form there sate beside my bed484A low dead Thunder mutter'd thro' the night1005A Lutheran stout, I hold for Goose-and-Gaundry975A maniac in the woods993A mount, not wearisome and bare and steep155A poor benighted Pedlar knock'd967A sumptuous and magnificent Revenge1000A sunny shaft did I behold426,919A sworded man whose trade is blood397A wind that with Aurora hath abiding1011Ah! cease thy tears and sobs, my little Life91Ah! not by Cam or Isis, famous streams424All are not born to soar—and ah! how few26All look and likeness caught from earth393All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair447,1111All thoughts, all passions, all delights330Almost awake? Why, what is this, and whence211An evil spirit's on thee, friend! of late!964An excellent adage commands that we should971An Ox, long fed with musty hay299And arrows steeled with wrath994And cauldrons the scoop'd earth, a boiling sea989And in Life's noisiest hour1002And my heart mantles in its own delight1002And Pity's sigh shall answer thy tale of Anguish990And re-implace God's Image of the Soul994And this place our forefathers made for man185And this reft house is that the which he built211And with my whole heart sing the stately song994And write Impromptus989Are there two things, of all which men possess361As Dick and I at Charing Cross were walking960As I am a Rhymer477As late each flower that sweetest blows45As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain11As late I lay in Slumber's shadowy vale80As late, in wreaths, gay flowers I bound33As late on Skiddaw's mount I lay supine350As long as ere the life-blood's running961As oft mine eye with careless glance104As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood1001As the shy hind, the soft-eyed gentle Brute1013As the tir'd savage, who his drowsy frame1023As when a child on some long Winter's night85As when far off the warbled strains are heard82As when the new or full Moon urges1005At midnight by the stream I roved253Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song131,1024Away, those cloudy looks, that labouring sigh90Be proud as Spaniards! Leap for pride ye Fleas!980'Be, rather than be called, a child of God'312Behind the thin Grey cloud992Behold yon row of pines, that shorn and bow'd1006Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun396Beneath this stone does William Hazlitt lie962Beneath this thorn when I was young269Beneath yon birch with silver bark293Benign shooting stars, ecstatic delight1015Bob now resolves on marriage schemes to trample953Bright cloud of reverence, sufferably bright998Britannia's boast, her glory and her pride970Britons! when last ye met, with distant streak150Broad-breasted Pollards, with broad-branching heads992Broad-breasted rook-hanging cliff that glasses988By many a booby's vengeance bit953Charles, grave or merry, at no lie would stick964Charles! my slow heart was only sad, when first154Child of my muse! in Barbour's gentle hand483Come, come thou bleak December wind1001Come hither, gently rowing311Come; your opinion of my manuscript967Cupid, if storying Legends tell aright46Dear Charles! whilst yet thou wert a babe, I ween158Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West48Dear tho' unseen! tho' I have left behind468Deep in the gulph of Vice and Woe12Depart in joy from this world's noise and strife177Didst thou think less of thy dear self965Dim Hour! that sleep'st on pillowing clouds afar96Discontent mild as an infant991Do call, dear Jess, whene'er my way you come962Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove386Dormi, Jesu! Mater ridet417Due to the Staggerers, that made drunk by Power989Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf968Each crime that once estranges from the virtues1011Earth! thou mother of numberless children, the nurse and the mother327Edmund! thy grave with aching eye I scan76Encinctured with a twine of leaves287Ere on my bed my limbs I lay (1803)389Ere on my bed my limbs I lay (1806)401Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade68Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no419Eu! Dei vices gerens, ipse Divus981Farewell, parental scenes! a sad farewell29Farewell, sweet Love! yet blame you not my truth402Fear no more, thou timid Flower356'Fie, Mr. Coleridge!—and can this be you?441Flowers are lovely, Love is flower-like1085,1086Fond, peevish, wedded pair! why all this rant?984For ever in the world of Fame1013Frail creatures are we all! To be the best486Friend, Lover, Husband, Sister, Brother392Friend of the wise! and Teacher of the Good403Friend pure of heart and fervent! we have learnt1008Friends should beweigh'd, nottold; who boasts to have won963From his brimstone bed at break of day319From me, Aurelia! you desired966From Rufa's eye sly Cupid shot his dart952From yonder tomb of recent date955Gently I took that which ungently came488Γνῶθι σεαυτόν!—and is this the prime487Go little Pipe! for ever I must leave thee1016God be with thee, gladsome Ocean359Gōd ĭs oŭr Strēngth ănd oŭr Rēfŭge326God no distance knows989God's child in Christ adopted,—Christ my all490God's Image, Sister of the Cherubim994Good Candle, thou that with thy brother, Fire969Good verse most good, and bad verse then seems better96Grant me a Patron, gracious Heaven! whene'er995Great goddesses are they to lazy folks1008Hail! festal Easter that dost bring1Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star376,1074He too has flitted from his secret nest457Hear, my belovéd, an old Milesian story307Hear, sweet Spirit, hear the spell420,552,849Heard'st thou yon universal cry10Hence, soul-dissolving Harmony28Hence that fantastic wantonness of woe157Hence! thou fiend of gloomy sway34Her attachment may differ from yours in degree484Here's Jem's first copy of nonsense verses983Here lies a Poet; or what once was he1089Here lies the Devil—ask no other name964Here sleeps at length, poor Col., and without screaming970High o'er the rocks at night I rov'd1050,1051High o'er the silver rocks I rov'd1049Hippona lets no silly flush955His native accents to her stranger's ear1011His own fair countenance, his kingly forehead1005Hoarse Maevius reads his hobbling verse955How long will ye round me be swelling39How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits381'How sweet, when crimson colours dart353How warm this woodland wild Recess409Hush! ye clamorous Cares! be mute92I ask'd my fair one happy day318I fancy whenever I spy Nosy953I from the influence of thy Looks receive999I have experienced the worst the world can wreak on me1004I have heard of reasons manifold418I heard a voice from Etna's side347I heard a voice pealing loud triumph to-day1014I hold of all our viperous race959I know it is dark; and though I have lain382I know 'tis but a dream, yet feel more anguish998I love, and he loves me again1118I mix in life, and labour to seem free292I never saw the man whom you describe182I note the moods and feelings men betray448I sigh, fair injur'd stranger! for thy fate152I stand alone, nor tho' my heart should break1010I stood on Brocken's sovran height, and saw315I too a sister had! too cruel Death21I touch this scar upon my skull behind984I wish on earth to sing1017I yet remain To mourn1124If dead, we cease to be; if total gloom425If fair by Nature1012If I had but two little wings313If Love be dead475If Pegasus will lettheeonly ride him21If the guilt of all lying consists in deceit954If thou wert here, these tears were tears of light386If while my passion I impart58Imagination, honourable aims396Imagination, Mistress of my Love49In a cave in the mountains of Cashmeer993In darkness I remain'd—the neighbour's clock990In Köhln, a town of monks and bones477In many ways does the full heart reveal462In Spain, that land of Monks and Apes974In the cornerone1012In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column308In this world we dwell among the tombs991In vain I praise thee, Zoilus966In vain I supplicate the Powers above1087In Xanadu did Kubla Khan297It is an ancient Mariner187It is an ancyent Marinere1030It may indeed be phantasy, when I429It was some Spirit, Sheridan! that breath'd87Its balmy lips the infant blest417Jack drinks fine wines, wears modish clothing958Jack finding gold left a rope on the ground971Jack Snipe982Jem writes his verses with more speed956Julia was blest with beauty, wit, and grace6Kayser! to whom, as to a second self490Know thou who walk'st by, Man! that wrapp'd up in lead, man961Know'st thou the land where the pale citrons grow311Lady, to Death we're doom'd, our crime the same392Last Monday all the Papers said956Leanness, disquietude, and secret Pangs990Lest after this life it should prove my sad story1090Let clumps of earth, however glorified1008Let Eagle bid the Tortoise sunward soar1001Let those whose low delights to Earth are given427Light cargoes waft of modulated Sound988Like a lone Arab, old and blind488Like a mighty Giantess991Little Miss Fanny987Lo! through the dusky silence of the groves33Lov'd the same Love, and hated the same hate994Lovely gems of radiance meek17Low was our pretty Cot! our tallest Rose106Lunatic Witch-fires! Ghosts of Light and Motion!979Maid of my Love, sweet Genevieve19Maid of unboastful charms! whom white-robed Truth66Maiden, that with sullen brow171Mark this holy chapel well309Matilda! I have heard a sweet tune played374Mild Splendour of the various-vested Night5Money, I've heard a wise man say972Most candid critic, what if I962Mourn, Israel! Sons of Israel, mourn433Much on my early youth I love to dwell64My dearest Dawtie984My eyes make pictures, when they are shut385My father confessor is strict and holy969My heart has thanked thee, Bowles! for those soft strains84, 85My heart seraglios a whole host of Joys990My Lesbia, let us love and live60My Lord! though your Lordship repel deviation341My Maker! of thy power the trace423My Merry men all, that drink with glee979My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined100,1021Myrtle-leaf that, ill besped172Names do not always meet with Love997Nature wrote Rascal on his face991Nay, dearest Anna! why so grave?418Near the lone pile with ivy overspread69Never, believe me310No cloud, no relique of the sunken day264No cold shall thee benumb1015No doleful faces here, no sighing954No more my visionary soul shall dwell68No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope460No mortal spirit yet had clomb so high1004No private grudge they need, no personal spite972Nor cold, nor stern, my soul! yet I detest824Nor travels my meandering eye97Not always should the Tear's ambrosial dew83Not hers To win the sense by words of rhetoric1007Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful name89Nothing speaks our mind so well975Now! It is gone—our brief hours travel post974Now prompts the Muse poetic lays13O ——! O ——! of you we complain977O beauty in a beauteous body dight999O! Christmas Day, Oh! happy day!460O fair is Love's first hope to gentle mind443O form'd t'illume a sunless world forlorn86O Friend! O Teacher! God's great Gift to me1081O! I do love thee, meekSimplicity210O! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease435O leave the Lily on its stem1053O man! thou half-dead Angel!994O meek attendant of Sol's setting blaze16O mercy, O me, miserable man1005O Muse who sangest late another's pain18O Peace, that on a lilied bank dost love94O! Superstition is the giant shadow1007O th' Oppressive, irksome weight1000O thou wild Fancy, check thy wing! No more51O thron'd in Heav'n! Sole King of kings438O what a loud and fearful shriek was there82O what a wonder seems the fear of death125O would the Baptist come again959O'er the raised earth the gales of evening sigh996O'er wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule481O'erhung with yew, midway the Muses mount1003Of him that in this gorgeous tomb doth lie961Of late, in one of those most weary hours478Of one scrap of science I've evidence ocular985Of smart pretty Fellows in Bristol are numbers, some952Oft o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll153Oft, oft methinks, the while with thee388Oh! might my ill-past hours return again7Oh! the procrastinating idle rogue817Old age, 'the shape and messenger of Death'989Old Harpy jeers at castles in the air965On nothing, Fanny, shall I write?973On stern Blencartha's perilous height347On the broad mountain-top992On the sky with liquid openings of Blue1109On the tenth day of September1084On the wide level of a mountain's head419On wide or narrow scale shall Man30Or Wren or Linnet1002Once again, sweet Willow, wave thee1018Once could the Morn's first beams, the healthful breeze17Once more! sweet Stream! with slow foot wandering near58One kiss, dear Maid! I said and sigh'd63Oppress'd, confused, with grief and pain436Our English poets, bad and good, agree968Outmalic'd Calumny's imposthum'd Tongue989Over the broad, the shallow, rapid stream998Pains ventral, subventral985Pale Roamer through the night! thou poor Forlorn71Parry seeks the Polar ridge972Pass under Jack's window at twelve at night963Pensive at eve on thehardworld I mus'd209Perish warmth989Phidias changed marble into feet and legs984Pity! mourn in plaintive tone61Plucking flowers from the Galaxy978Pluto commanded death to take away957Poor little Foal of an oppressed race74Promptress of unnumber'd sighs55Quae linquam, aut nihil, aut nihili, aut vix sunt mea. Sordes462Quoth Dick to me, as once at College414Repeating Such verse as Bowles977Resembles life what once was deem'd of light394Richer than Miser o'er his countless hoards57Rush on my ear, a cataract of sound990Sad lot, to have no Hope! Though lowly kneeling416Said William to Edmund I can't guess the reason951Say what you will, Ingenious Youth954Scarce any scandal, but has a handle965Schiller! that hour I would have wish'd to die72Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud997Semper Elisa! mihi tu suaveolentia donas1010Seraphs! around th' Eternal's seat who throng5She gave with joy her virgin breast306'She's secret as the grave, allow!'971Since all that beat about in Nature's range455Sing, impassionate Soul! of Mohammed the complicate story1016Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel93Sisters! sisters! who sent you here?237Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling417Sly Beelzebub took all occasions957Smooth, shining, and deceitful as thin Ice990So great the charms of Mrs. Mundy976So Mr. Baker heart did pluck973Sole maid, associate sole, to me beyond1004Sole Positive of Night431Some are home-sick—some two or three443Some, Thelwall! to the Patriot's meed aspire1090Some whim or fancy pleases every eye970Songs of Shepherds and rustical Roundelays1018Southey! thy melodies steal o'er mine ear87Speak out, Sir! you're safe, for so ruddy your nose958Spirit who sweepest the wild Harp of Time160Splendour's fondly-fostered child335Stanhope! I hail, with ardent Hymn, thy name89Stop, Christian passer-by!—Stop, child of God491,1088Stranger! whose eyes a look of pity shew248Stretch'd on a moulder'd Abbey's broadest wall73Strong spirit-bidding sounds399Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows307Such fierce vivacity as fires the eye991Such love as mourning Husbands have998Swans sing before they die—'twere no bad thing960Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet stem148Sweet Gift! and always doth Elisa send1009Sweet Mercy! how my very heart has bled93Sweet Muse! companion of my every hour16Tell me, on what holy ground71,501Terrible and loud991That darling of the Tragic Muse67That France has put us oft to rout968That Jealousy may rule a mind484The angel's like a flea1009The body, Eternal Shadow of the finite Soul1001The Brook runs over sea-weeds992The builder left one narrow rent1003The butterfly the ancient Grecians made412The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar653The Devil believes that the Lord will come353The dubious light sad glimmers o'er the sky36The dust flies smothering, as on clatt'ring wheel56The early Year's fast-flying vapours stray148The fervid Sun had more than halv'd the day24The Fox, and Statesman subtile wiles ensure1089The Frost performs its secret ministry240The grapes upon the Vicar's wall276The guilty pomp, consuming while it flares990The hour-bell sounds, and I must go61The indignant Bard composed this furious ode27The mild despairing of a Heart resigned991The Moon, how definite its orb997The piteous sobs that choke the Virgin's breath155The Pleasures sport beneath the thatch997The poet in his lone yet genial hour345The reed roof'd village still bepatch'd with snow1002The rose that blushes like the morn973The shepherds went their hasty way338The silence of a City, how awful at Midnight999The singing Kettle and the purring Cat1003The sole true Something—This! In Limbo's Den429The solemn-breathing air is ended59The spruce and limber yellow-hammer1002The stars that wont to start, as on a chace486The stream with languid murmur creeps38The subtle snow993The Sun (for now his orb 'gan slowly sink)990'The Sun is not yet risen469The Sun with gentle beams his rage disguises1010The sunshine lies on the cottage-wall993The swallows Interweaving there992The tear which mourn'd a brother's fate scarce dry20The tedded hay, the first fruits of the soil345The tongue can't speak when the mouth is cramm'd with earth994Then Jerome did call1019There are, I am told, who sharply criticise816There are two births, the one when Light362There comes from old Avaro's grave954There in some darksome shade1018Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn1010This be the meed, that thy song creates a thousand-fold echo391This day among the faithful plac'd176This, Hannah Scollock! may have been the case981This is now—this was erst22This is the time, when most divine to hear108This Sycamore, oft musical with bees381This way or that, ye Powers above me974This yearning heart (Love! witness what I say)362Thou bleedest, my poor Heart! and thy distress72Thou gentle Look, that didst my soul beguile47Thou who in youthful vigour rich, and light349Though friendships differ endlessin degree1012Tho' Miss ——'s match is a subject of mirth952Tho' much averse, dear Jack, to flicker37Tho' no bold flights to thee belong9Though rous'd by that dark Vizir Riot rude81Though veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath450Three truths should make thee often think and pause966Through weeds and thorns, and matted underwood369Thus far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme78Thus she said, and all around1015Thy babes ne'er greet thee with the father's name960Thy lap-dog, Rufa, is a dainty beast960Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower149Thy stern and sullen eye, and thy dark brow994'Tis hard on Bagshot Heath to try26'Tis mine and it is likewise yours997'Tis not the lily-brow I prize483'Tis sweet to him who all the week314'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock215'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane413To be ruled like a Frenchman the Briton is both953To know, to esteem, to love,—and then to part410To praise men as good, and to take them for such486To tempt the dangerous deep, too venturous youth2To wed a fool, I really cannot see963Tom Hill, who laughs at Cares and Woes974Tom Slothful talks, as slothful Tom beseems967Tranquillity! thou better name360Trōchĕe trīps frŏm long tŏ shōrt401Truth I pursued, as Fancy sketch'd the way1008'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be454'Twas not a mist, nor was it quite a cloud1000'Twas sweet to know it only possible992Two things hast thou made known to half the nation964Two wedded hearts, if ere were such1003Unboastful Bard! whose verse concise yet clear102Unchanged within, to see all changed without459Under the arms of a goodly oak-tree1048Under this stone does Walter Harcourt lie962Underneath an old oak tree169Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk70Unperishing youth308Up, up! ye dames, and lasses gay427Up, up! ye dames, ye lasses gay942Upon the mountain's edge with light touch resting393Utter the song, O my soul! the flight and return of Mohammed329Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying439Verse, pictures, music, thoughts both grave and gay482Verse, that Breeze mid blossoms straying1085Virtues and Woes alike too great for man37Vivit sed mihi non vivit—nova forte marita56Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green1009We both attended the same College955We pledged our hearts, my love and I391Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made362,1076Well, they are gone, and here must I remain178We've conquer'd us a Peace, like lads true metalled972We've fought for Peace, and conquer'd it at last972What a spring-tide of Love to dear friends in a shoal1010What boots to tell how o'er his grave1011What is an Epigram? a dwarfish whole963What never is, but only is to be999What now, O Man! thou dost or mean'st to do414What pleasures shall he ever find4What though the chilly wide-mouth'd quacking chorus476Whate'er thou giv'st, it still is sweet to me1010When British Freedom for an happier land79When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt1004When Surface talks of other people's worth969When the squalls were flitting and fleering980When they did greet me father, sudden awe152When thieves come, I bark: when gallants, I am still966When thou to my true-love com'st326When thy Beauty appears1016When Youth his faery reign began62Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt God and thee487Where Cam his stealthy flowings most dissembles988Where deep in mud Cam rolls his slumbrous stream35Where graced with many a classic spoil29Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn432Where true Love burns Desire is love's pure flame485Where'er I find the Good, the True, the Fair1011Wherefore art thou come?989While my young cheek retains its healthful hues236Whilst pale Anxiety, corrosive Care69Whom should I choose for my Judge?1000Whom the untaught Shepherds call40Why is my Love like the Sun?1109Why need I say, Louisa dear252William, my teacher, my friend304Wisdom, Mother of retired Thought991With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots433With many a pause and oft reverted eye94With many a weary step at length I gain56With secret hand heal the conjectur'd wound988With skill that never Alchemist yet told995Within these circling hollies woodbine-clad409Within these wilds was Anna wont to rove16Ye Clouds! that far above me float and pause243Ye drinkers of Stingo and Nappy so free978Ye fowls of ill presage1017Ye Gales, that of the Lark's repose35Ye harp-controlling hymns1006Ye souls unus'd to lofty verse8Yes, noble old Warrior! this heart has beat high317Yes, yes! that boon, life's richest treat466Yet art thou happier far than she62Yon row of bleak and visionary pines1006You're careful o'er your wealth 'tis true958You come from o'er the waters987You loved the daughter of Don Manrique?421You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within1002Your Poem musteternalbe959