INDEX OF FIRST LINES
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A wreath of light blue vapour, pure and rare, 68
Adieu, ye joys of La Valette!, 80
All along the valley, stream that flashest white, 22
Arno wins us to the fair white walls, 56
At Antwerp, there is a low wall, 112
Brook and road, 34
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height, 21
England, we love thee better than we know, 77
Far on its rocky knoll descried, 12
Farewell, farewell! Before our prow, 99
Glion?——Ah, twenty years, it cuts, 36
Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom, 121
Happy is England! I could be content, 39
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star, 14
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of land, 113
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink, 7
I do remember me, that in my youth, 60
I gaze upon a city, 116
I have known cities with the strong-armed Rhine, 107
I leave thee, beauteous Italy! no more, 74
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, 53
I travelled among unknown men, 9
Illyrian woodlands, echoing falls, 81
In front the awful Alpine track, 35
In Köhln, a town of monks and bones, 98
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown, 108
In the steamy, stuffy Midlands, 'neath an English summer sky, 26
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands, 103
Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill?, 62
It is not only that the sun, 83
Lo! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes, 25
Many a vanished year and age, 88
Never, oh never more shall I behold, 38
No plainer truth appears, 118
No sound of wheels or hoof-beat breaks, 44
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away, 77
Nowhere I sojourn but I thence depart, 73
O beautiful beneath the magic moon, 55
O love, what hours were thine and mine, 40
Oh, come to Rome, it is a pleasant place, 56
Oh, thou Parnassus! whom I now survey, 87
On her still lake the city sits, 55
Once more upon the woody Apennine, 47
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, 7
Quick, painter, quick, the moment seize, 23
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, 8
Say, hast thou tracked a traveller's round, 76
Seven weeks of sea, and twice seven days of storm, 78
Sweet the memory is to me, 69
Tanagra! think not I forget, 89
Ten years!—and to my waking eye, 38
The castled crag of Drachenfels, 96
The ceaseless rain is falling fast, 5
The gauger walked with willing foot, 121
The Germans for Learning enjoy great repute, 99
The Lady of the Hills with crimes untold, 32
The nodding promontories and blue isles, 86
The skies have sunk, and hid the upper snow, 18
The Spirit of Antiquity—enshrined, 108
Then fly our greetings, fly our speech and smiles!, 79
There is a glorious City in the sea, 51
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier, 20
They stand between the mountains and the sea, 66
They warred with Nature, as of old with gods, 29
Thirty-two years since, up against the sun, 31
Through Alpine meadows, soft-suffused, 13
Tibur is beautiful, too, and the orchard slopes, and the Anio, 64
Traverse not the globe for lore! The sternest, 120
Underneath Day's azure eyes, 52
Vain is the effort to forget, 95
Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood, 65
Vallombrosa! of thee I first heard in the page, 65
Verona! thy tall gardens stand erect, 46
What power is this? what witchery wins my feet, 33
What's become of Waring, 91
Where lies the land to which yon ship must go?, 10
Where, upon Apennine slope, with the chestnut the oak-trees immingle, 48
'Wherefore the "city of the violet crown"?', 85
While with labour assiduous due pleasure I mix, 114
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, 11
Who, then, was Cestius, 62
Why, Tourist, why, 97
Why, wedded to the Lord, still yearns my heart, 75
Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, 49