348 INDEX OF TITLES. Sailor's Mother, The, 27. delight, 22. Six thousand Veterans prac- Sleep, To. (A flock of sheep), Sleep, To. (Fond words have Sleep, To. (0 gentle Sleep!), Small Celandine, To the. Stepping Westward, 188. The Sun has long been set, 215. us; late and soon, 130. These words were utter'd in Man's cares, and near, 280. Tribute to the Memory of a Venetian Republic, On the We had a fellow-Passenger When I have borne in memory "With how sad steps, O Moon Yarrow Unvisited, 205. Young Lady, reproached for INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A barking sound the Shepherd hears A famous Man is Robin Hood. A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by Age! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers! PAGE 17 177 118 192 74 264 160 24 185 127 271 258 125 132 282 256 144 202 126 155 115 135 139 119 205 Among all lovely things my Love had been An Orpheus! An Orpheus !-yes, Faith may grow bold Another year!—another deadly blow! Art thou the Bird whom Man loves best. Beloved Vale!" I said, when I shall con Calm is all nature as a resting wheel Dear Child of Nature, let them rail! Dear fellow Traveller! here we are once more Earth has not any thing to shew more fair England! the time is come when thou shouldst wean Fair Star of Evening, Splendor of the West 350 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE Great Men have been among us; hands that penn'd. 149 High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you! I am not One who much or oft delight I griev'd for Buonaparte, with a vain I travell'd among unknown Men 281 302 113 293 138 15 76 I've watch'd you now a full half hour 234 I wandered lonely as a Cloud . 223 I was thy Neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! 315 In this still place, remote from men 190 In youth from rock to rock I went 9 Inland, within a hollow Vale, I stood Jones! when from Calais southward you and I Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour No mortal object did these eyes behold Nuns fret not at their Convent's narrow room 109 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. O blithe New-comer! I have heard O Friend! I know not which way I must look O Thou! whose fancies from afar are brought. 351 PAGE 231 147 117 71 273 140 283 152 One morning (raw it was and wet 27 Pansies, Lilies, Kingcups, Daisies Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald 30 35 66 85 22 Shout, for a mighty Victory is won! Six thousand Veterans practis'd in War's game 159 158 Spade! with which Wilkinson hath till'd his Lands Stay near me do not take thy flight! 299 213 The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed. 124 215 The Voice of Song from distant lands shall call 141 The world is too much with us; late and soon 130 There is a bondage which is worse to bear 153 291 There is a Flower, the Lesser Celandine 221 352 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. There was a roaring in the wind all night Though narrow be that Oid Man's cares, and near PAGE 97 321 154 116 269 280 Up with me! up with me into the clouds! Vanguard of Liberty, ye Men of Kent 8 157 We had a fellow-Passenger who came What crowd is this? what have we here! we must 143 not pass it by. “What you are stepping westward?"__“ Yea” When I have borne in memory what has tamed 151 156 45 53 Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he . Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go ? 114 225 39 With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh "With how sad steps, O Moon thou climb'st the sky 91 267 120 Yes! full surely 'twas the Echo Ye now are panting up life's hill! 203 297 Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace 122 279 229 |