Volume 1 — INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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A bird, who for his other sins 451

A blesséd lot hath he, who having passed 173

A green and silent spot, amid the hills 256

'A heavy wit shall hang at every lord' 973

A joke (cries Jack) without a sting 961

A little further, O my father 288

A long deep lane 992

A lovely form there sate beside my bed 484

A low dead Thunder mutter'd thro' the night 1005

A Lutheran stout, I hold for Goose-and-Gaundry 975

A maniac in the woods 993

A mount, not wearisome and bare and steep 155

A poor benighted Pedlar knock'd 967

A sumptuous and magnificent Revenge 1000

A sunny shaft did I behold 426, 919

A sworded man whose trade is blood 397

A wind that with Aurora hath abiding 1011

Ah! cease thy tears and sobs, my little Life 91

Ah! not by Cam or Isis, famous streams 424

All are not born to soar—and ah! how few 26

All look and likeness caught from earth 393

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair 447, 1111

All thoughts, all passions, all delights 330

Almost awake? Why, what is this, and whence 211

An evil spirit's on thee, friend! of late! 964

An excellent adage commands that we should 971

An Ox, long fed with musty hay 299

And arrows steeled with wrath 994

And cauldrons the scoop'd earth, a boiling sea 989

And in Life's noisiest hour 1002

And my heart mantles in its own delight 1002

And Pity's sigh shall answer thy tale of Anguish 990

And re-implace God's Image of the Soul 994

And this place our forefathers made for man 185

And this reft house is that the which he built 211

And with my whole heart sing the stately song 994

And write Impromptus 989

Are there two things, of all which men possess 361

As Dick and I at Charing Cross were walking 960

As I am a Rhymer 477

As late each flower that sweetest blows 45

As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain 11

As late I lay in Slumber's shadowy vale 80

As late, in wreaths, gay flowers I bound 33

As late on Skiddaw's mount I lay supine 350

As long as ere the life-blood's running 961

As oft mine eye with careless glance 104

As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood 1001

As the shy hind, the soft-eyed gentle Brute 1013

As the tir'd savage, who his drowsy frame 1023

As when a child on some long Winter's night 85

As when far off the warbled strains are heard 82

As when the new or full Moon urges 1005

At midnight by the stream I roved 253

Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song 131, 1024

Away, those cloudy looks, that labouring sigh 90

Be proud as Spaniards! Leap for pride ye Fleas! 980

'Be, rather than be called, a child of God' 312

Behind the thin Grey cloud 992

Behold yon row of pines, that shorn and bow'd 1006

Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun 396

Beneath this stone does William Hazlitt lie 962

Beneath this thorn when I was young 269

Beneath yon birch with silver bark 293

Benign shooting stars, ecstatic delight 1015

Bob now resolves on marriage schemes to trample 953

Bright cloud of reverence, sufferably bright 998

Britannia's boast, her glory and her pride 970

Britons! when last ye met, with distant streak 150

Broad-breasted Pollards, with broad-branching heads 992

Broad-breasted rook-hanging cliff that glasses 988

By many a booby's vengeance bit 953

Charles, grave or merry, at no lie would stick 964

Charles! my slow heart was only sad, when first 154

Child of my muse! in Barbour's gentle hand 483

Come, come thou bleak December wind 1001

Come hither, gently rowing 311

Come; your opinion of my manuscript 967

Cupid, if storying Legends tell aright 46

Dear Charles! whilst yet thou wert a babe, I ween 158

Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West 48

Dear tho' unseen! tho' I have left behind 468

Deep in the gulph of Vice and Woe 12

Depart in joy from this world's noise and strife 177

Didst thou think less of thy dear self 965

Dim Hour! that sleep'st on pillowing clouds afar 96

Discontent mild as an infant 991

Do call, dear Jess, whene'er my way you come 962

Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove 386

Dormi, Jesu! Mater ridet 417

Due to the Staggerers, that made drunk by Power 989

Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf 968

Each crime that once estranges from the virtues 1011

Earth! thou mother of numberless children, the nurse and the mother 327

Edmund! thy grave with aching eye I scan 76

Encinctured with a twine of leaves 287

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay (1803) 389

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay (1806) 401

Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade 68

Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no 419

Eu! Dei vices gerens, ipse Divus 981

Farewell, parental scenes! a sad farewell 29

Farewell, sweet Love! yet blame you not my truth 402

Fear no more, thou timid Flower 356

'Fie, Mr. Coleridge!—and can this be you? 441

Flowers are lovely, Love is flower-like 1085, 1086

Fond, peevish, wedded pair! why all this rant? 984

For ever in the world of Fame 1013

Frail creatures are we all! To be the best 486

Friend, Lover, Husband, Sister, Brother 392

Friend of the wise! and Teacher of the Good 403

Friend pure of heart and fervent! we have learnt 1008

Friends should be weigh'd, not told; who boasts to have won 963

From his brimstone bed at break of day 319

From me, Aurelia! you desired 966

From Rufa's eye sly Cupid shot his dart 952

From yonder tomb of recent date 955

Gently I took that which ungently came 488

Γνῶθι σεαυτόν!—and is this the prime 487

Go little Pipe! for ever I must leave thee 1016

God be with thee, gladsome Ocean 359

Gōd ĭs oŭr Strēngth ănd oŭr Rēfŭge 326

God no distance knows 989

God's child in Christ adopted,—Christ my all 490

God's Image, Sister of the Cherubim 994

Good Candle, thou that with thy brother, Fire 969

Good verse most good, and bad verse then seems better 96

Grant me a Patron, gracious Heaven! whene'er 995

Great goddesses are they to lazy folks 1008

Hail! festal Easter that dost bring 1

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star 376, 1074

He too has flitted from his secret nest 457

Hear, my belovéd, an old Milesian story 307

Hear, sweet Spirit, hear the spell 420, 552, 849

Heard'st thou yon universal cry 10

Hence, soul-dissolving Harmony 28

Hence that fantastic wantonness of woe 157

Hence! thou fiend of gloomy sway 34

Her attachment may differ from yours in degree 484

Here's Jem's first copy of nonsense verses 983

Here lies a Poet; or what once was he 1089

Here lies the Devil—ask no other name 964

Here sleeps at length, poor Col., and without screaming 970

High o'er the rocks at night I rov'd 1050, 1051

High o'er the silver rocks I rov'd 1049

Hippona lets no silly flush 955

His native accents to her stranger's ear 1011

His own fair countenance, his kingly forehead 1005

Hoarse Maevius reads his hobbling verse 955

How long will ye round me be swelling 39

How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits 381

'How sweet, when crimson colours dart 353

How warm this woodland wild Recess 409

Hush! ye clamorous Cares! be mute 92

I ask'd my fair one happy day 318

I fancy whenever I spy Nosy 953

I from the influence of thy Looks receive 999

I have experienced the worst the world can wreak on me 1004

I have heard of reasons manifold 418

I heard a voice from Etna's side 347

I heard a voice pealing loud triumph to-day 1014

I hold of all our viperous race 959

I know it is dark; and though I have lain 382

I know 'tis but a dream, yet feel more anguish 998

I love, and he loves me again 1118

I mix in life, and labour to seem free 292

I never saw the man whom you describe 182

I note the moods and feelings men betray 448

I sigh, fair injur'd stranger! for thy fate 152

I stand alone, nor tho' my heart should break 1010

I stood on Brocken's sovran height, and saw 315

I too a sister had! too cruel Death 21

I touch this scar upon my skull behind 984

I wish on earth to sing 1017

I yet remain To mourn 1124

If dead, we cease to be; if total gloom 425

If fair by Nature 1012

If I had but two little wings 313

If Love be dead 475

If Pegasus will let thee only ride him 21

If the guilt of all lying consists in deceit 954

If thou wert here, these tears were tears of light 386

If while my passion I impart 58

Imagination, honourable aims 396

Imagination, Mistress of my Love 49

In a cave in the mountains of Cashmeer 993

In darkness I remain'd—the neighbour's clock 990

In Köhln, a town of monks and bones 477

In many ways does the full heart reveal 462

In Spain, that land of Monks and Apes 974

In the corner one 1012

In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column 308

In this world we dwell among the tombs 991

In vain I praise thee, Zoilus 966

In vain I supplicate the Powers above 1087

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 297

It is an ancient Mariner 187

It is an ancyent Marinere 1030

It may indeed be phantasy, when I 429

It was some Spirit, Sheridan! that breath'd 87

Its balmy lips the infant blest 417

Jack drinks fine wines, wears modish clothing 958

Jack finding gold left a rope on the ground 971

Jack Snipe 982

Jem writes his verses with more speed 956

Julia was blest with beauty, wit, and grace 6

Kayser! to whom, as to a second self 490

Know thou who walk'st by, Man! that wrapp'd up in lead, man 961

Know'st thou the land where the pale citrons grow 311

Lady, to Death we're doom'd, our crime the same 392

Last Monday all the Papers said 956

Leanness, disquietude, and secret Pangs 990

Lest after this life it should prove my sad story 1090

Let clumps of earth, however glorified 1008

Let Eagle bid the Tortoise sunward soar 1001

Let those whose low delights to Earth are given 427

Light cargoes waft of modulated Sound 988

Like a lone Arab, old and blind 488

Like a mighty Giantess 991

Little Miss Fanny 987

Lo! through the dusky silence of the groves 33

Lov'd the same Love, and hated the same hate 994

Lovely gems of radiance meek 17

Low was our pretty Cot! our tallest Rose 106

Lunatic Witch-fires! Ghosts of Light and Motion! 979

Maid of my Love, sweet Genevieve 19

Maid of unboastful charms! whom white-robed Truth 66

Maiden, that with sullen brow 171

Mark this holy chapel well 309

Matilda! I have heard a sweet tune played 374

Mild Splendour of the various-vested Night 5

Money, I've heard a wise man say 972

Most candid critic, what if I 962

Mourn, Israel! Sons of Israel, mourn 433

Much on my early youth I love to dwell 64

My dearest Dawtie 984

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut 385

My father confessor is strict and holy 969

My heart has thanked thee, Bowles! for those soft strains 84, 85

My heart seraglios a whole host of Joys 990

My Lesbia, let us love and live 60

My Lord! though your Lordship repel deviation 341

My Maker! of thy power the trace 423

My Merry men all, that drink with glee 979

My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined 100, 1021

Myrtle-leaf that, ill besped 172

Names do not always meet with Love 997

Nature wrote Rascal on his face 991

Nay, dearest Anna! why so grave? 418

Near the lone pile with ivy overspread 69

Never, believe me 310

No cloud, no relique of the sunken day 264

No cold shall thee benumb 1015

No doleful faces here, no sighing 954

No more my visionary soul shall dwell 68

No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope 460

No mortal spirit yet had clomb so high 1004

No private grudge they need, no personal spite 972

Nor cold, nor stern, my soul! yet I detest 824

Nor travels my meandering eye 97

Not always should the Tear's ambrosial dew 83

Not hers To win the sense by words of rhetoric 1007

Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful name 89

Nothing speaks our mind so well 975

Now! It is gone—our brief hours travel post 974

Now prompts the Muse poetic lays 13

O ——! O ——! of you we complain 977

O beauty in a beauteous body dight 999

O! Christmas Day, Oh! happy day! 460

O fair is Love's first hope to gentle mind 443

O form'd t'illume a sunless world forlorn 86

O Friend! O Teacher! God's great Gift to me 1081

O! I do love thee, meek Simplicity 210

O! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease 435

O leave the Lily on its stem 1053

O man! thou half-dead Angel! 994

O meek attendant of Sol's setting blaze 16

O mercy, O me, miserable man 1005

O Muse who sangest late another's pain 18

O Peace, that on a lilied bank dost love 94

O! Superstition is the giant shadow 1007

O th' Oppressive, irksome weight 1000

O thou wild Fancy, check thy wing! No more 51

O thron'd in Heav'n! Sole King of kings 438

O what a loud and fearful shriek was there 82

O what a wonder seems the fear of death 125

O would the Baptist come again 959

O'er the raised earth the gales of evening sigh 996

O'er wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule 481

O'erhung with yew, midway the Muses mount 1003

Of him that in this gorgeous tomb doth lie 961

Of late, in one of those most weary hours 478

Of one scrap of science I've evidence ocular 985

Of smart pretty Fellows in Bristol are numbers, some 952

Oft o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll 153

Oft, oft methinks, the while with thee 388

Oh! might my ill-past hours return again 7

Oh! the procrastinating idle rogue 817

Old age, 'the shape and messenger of Death' 989

Old Harpy jeers at castles in the air 965

On nothing, Fanny, shall I write? 973

On stern Blencartha's perilous height 347

On the broad mountain-top 992

On the sky with liquid openings of Blue 1109

On the tenth day of September 1084

On the wide level of a mountain's head 419

On wide or narrow scale shall Man 30

Or Wren or Linnet 1002

Once again, sweet Willow, wave thee 1018

Once could the Morn's first beams, the healthful breeze 17

Once more! sweet Stream! with slow foot wandering near 58

One kiss, dear Maid! I said and sigh'd 63

Oppress'd, confused, with grief and pain 436

Our English poets, bad and good, agree 968

Outmalic'd Calumny's imposthum'd Tongue 989

Over the broad, the shallow, rapid stream 998

Pains ventral, subventral 985

Pale Roamer through the night! thou poor Forlorn 71

Parry seeks the Polar ridge 972

Pass under Jack's window at twelve at night 963

Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd 209

Perish warmth 989

Phidias changed marble into feet and legs 984

Pity! mourn in plaintive tone 61

Plucking flowers from the Galaxy 978

Pluto commanded death to take away 957

Poor little Foal of an oppressed race 74

Promptress of unnumber'd sighs 55

Quae linquam, aut nihil, aut nihili, aut vix sunt mea. Sordes 462

Quoth Dick to me, as once at College 414

Repeating Such verse as Bowles 977

Resembles life what once was deem'd of light 394

Richer than Miser o'er his countless hoards 57

Rush on my ear, a cataract of sound 990

Sad lot, to have no Hope! Though lowly kneeling 416

Said William to Edmund I can't guess the reason 951

Say what you will, Ingenious Youth 954

Scarce any scandal, but has a handle 965

Schiller! that hour I would have wish'd to die 72

Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud 997

Semper Elisa! mihi tu suaveolentia donas 1010

Seraphs! around th' Eternal's seat who throng 5

She gave with joy her virgin breast 306

'She's secret as the grave, allow!' 971

Since all that beat about in Nature's range 455

Sing, impassionate Soul! of Mohammed the complicate story 1016

Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel 93

Sisters! sisters! who sent you here? 237

Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling 417

Sly Beelzebub took all occasions 957

Smooth, shining, and deceitful as thin Ice 990

So great the charms of Mrs. Mundy 976

So Mr. Baker heart did pluck 973

Sole maid, associate sole, to me beyond 1004

Sole Positive of Night 431

Some are home-sick—some two or three 443

Some, Thelwall! to the Patriot's meed aspire 1090

Some whim or fancy pleases every eye 970

Songs of Shepherds and rustical Roundelays 1018

Southey! thy melodies steal o'er mine ear 87

Speak out, Sir! you're safe, for so ruddy your nose 958

Spirit who sweepest the wild Harp of Time 160

Splendour's fondly-fostered child 335

Stanhope! I hail, with ardent Hymn, thy name 89

Stop, Christian passer-by!—Stop, child of God 491, 1088

Stranger! whose eyes a look of pity shew 248

Stretch'd on a moulder'd Abbey's broadest wall 73

Strong spirit-bidding sounds 399

Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows 307

Such fierce vivacity as fires the eye 991

Such love as mourning Husbands have 998

Swans sing before they die—'twere no bad thing 960

Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet stem 148

Sweet Gift! and always doth Elisa send 1009

Sweet Mercy! how my very heart has bled 93

Sweet Muse! companion of my every hour 16

Tell me, on what holy ground 71, 501

Terrible and loud 991

That darling of the Tragic Muse 67

That France has put us oft to rout 968

That Jealousy may rule a mind 484

The angel's like a flea 1009

The body, Eternal Shadow of the finite Soul 1001

The Brook runs over sea-weeds 992

The builder left one narrow rent 1003

The butterfly the ancient Grecians made 412

The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar 653

The Devil believes that the Lord will come 353

The dubious light sad glimmers o'er the sky 36

The dust flies smothering, as on clatt'ring wheel 56

The early Year's fast-flying vapours stray 148

The fervid Sun had more than halv'd the day 24

The Fox, and Statesman subtile wiles ensure 1089

The Frost performs its secret ministry 240

The grapes upon the Vicar's wall 276

The guilty pomp, consuming while it flares 990

The hour-bell sounds, and I must go 61

The indignant Bard composed this furious ode 27

The mild despairing of a Heart resigned 991

The Moon, how definite its orb 997

The piteous sobs that choke the Virgin's breath 155

The Pleasures sport beneath the thatch 997

The poet in his lone yet genial hour 345

The reed roof'd village still bepatch'd with snow 1002

The rose that blushes like the morn 973

The shepherds went their hasty way 338

The silence of a City, how awful at Midnight 999

The singing Kettle and the purring Cat 1003

The sole true Something—This! In Limbo's Den 429

The solemn-breathing air is ended 59

The spruce and limber yellow-hammer 1002

The stars that wont to start, as on a chace 486

The stream with languid murmur creeps 38

The subtle snow 993

The Sun (for now his orb 'gan slowly sink) 990

'The Sun is not yet risen 469

The Sun with gentle beams his rage disguises 1010

The sunshine lies on the cottage-wall 993

The swallows Interweaving there 992

The tear which mourn'd a brother's fate scarce dry 20

The tedded hay, the first fruits of the soil 345

The tongue can't speak when the mouth is cramm'd with earth 994

Then Jerome did call 1019

There are, I am told, who sharply criticise 816

There are two births, the one when Light 362

There comes from old Avaro's grave 954

There in some darksome shade 1018

Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn 1010

This be the meed, that thy song creates a thousand-fold echo 391

This day among the faithful plac'd 176

This, Hannah Scollock! may have been the case 981

This is now—this was erst 22

This is the time, when most divine to hear 108

This Sycamore, oft musical with bees 381

This way or that, ye Powers above me 974

This yearning heart (Love! witness what I say) 362

Thou bleedest, my poor Heart! and thy distress 72

Thou gentle Look, that didst my soul beguile 47

Thou who in youthful vigour rich, and light 349

Though friendships differ endless in degree 1012

Tho' Miss ——'s match is a subject of mirth 952

Tho' much averse, dear Jack, to flicker 37

Tho' no bold flights to thee belong 9

Though rous'd by that dark Vizir Riot rude 81

Though veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath 450

Three truths should make thee often think and pause 966

Through weeds and thorns, and matted underwood 369

Thus far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme 78

Thus she said, and all around 1015

Thy babes ne'er greet thee with the father's name 960

Thy lap-dog, Rufa, is a dainty beast 960

Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower 149

Thy stern and sullen eye, and thy dark brow 994

'Tis hard on Bagshot Heath to try 26

'Tis mine and it is likewise yours 997

'Tis not the lily-brow I prize 483

'Tis sweet to him who all the week 314

'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock 215

'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane 413

To be ruled like a Frenchman the Briton is both 953

To know, to esteem, to love,—and then to part 410

To praise men as good, and to take them for such 486

To tempt the dangerous deep, too venturous youth 2

To wed a fool, I really cannot see 963

Tom Hill, who laughs at Cares and Woes 974

Tom Slothful talks, as slothful Tom beseems 967

Tranquillity! thou better name 360

Trōchĕe trīps frŏm long tŏ shōrt 401

Truth I pursued, as Fancy sketch'd the way 1008

'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be 454

'Twas not a mist, nor was it quite a cloud 1000

'Twas sweet to know it only possible 992

Two things hast thou made known to half the nation 964

Two wedded hearts, if ere were such 1003

Unboastful Bard! whose verse concise yet clear 102

Unchanged within, to see all changed without 459

Under the arms of a goodly oak-tree 1048

Under this stone does Walter Harcourt lie 962

Underneath an old oak tree 169

Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk 70

Unperishing youth 308

Up, up! ye dames, and lasses gay 427

Up, up! ye dames, ye lasses gay 942

Upon the mountain's edge with light touch resting 393

Utter the song, O my soul! the flight and return of Mohammed 329

Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying 439

Verse, pictures, music, thoughts both grave and gay 482

Verse, that Breeze mid blossoms straying 1085

Virtues and Woes alike too great for man 37

Vivit sed mihi non vivit—nova forte marita 56

Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green 1009

We both attended the same College 955

We pledged our hearts, my love and I 391

Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made 362, 1076

Well, they are gone, and here must I remain 178

We've conquer'd us a Peace, like lads true metalled 972

We've fought for Peace, and conquer'd it at last 972

What a spring-tide of Love to dear friends in a shoal 1010

What boots to tell how o'er his grave 1011

What is an Epigram? a dwarfish whole 963

What never is, but only is to be 999

What now, O Man! thou dost or mean'st to do 414

What pleasures shall he ever find 4

What though the chilly wide-mouth'd quacking chorus 476

Whate'er thou giv'st, it still is sweet to me 1010

When British Freedom for an happier land 79

When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt 1004

When Surface talks of other people's worth 969

When the squalls were flitting and fleering 980

When they did greet me father, sudden awe 152

When thieves come, I bark: when gallants, I am still 966

When thou to my true-love com'st 326

When thy Beauty appears 1016

When Youth his faery reign began 62

Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt God and thee 487

Where Cam his stealthy flowings most dissembles 988

Where deep in mud Cam rolls his slumbrous stream 35

Where graced with many a classic spoil 29

Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn 432

Where true Love burns Desire is love's pure flame 485

Where'er I find the Good, the True, the Fair 1011

Wherefore art thou come? 989

While my young cheek retains its healthful hues 236

Whilst pale Anxiety, corrosive Care 69

Whom should I choose for my Judge? 1000

Whom the untaught Shepherds call 40

Why is my Love like the Sun? 1109

Why need I say, Louisa dear 252

William, my teacher, my friend 304

Wisdom, Mother of retired Thought 991

With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots 433

With many a pause and oft reverted eye 94

With many a weary step at length I gain 56

With secret hand heal the conjectur'd wound 988

With skill that never Alchemist yet told 995

Within these circling hollies woodbine-clad 409

Within these wilds was Anna wont to rove 16

Ye Clouds! that far above me float and pause 243

Ye drinkers of Stingo and Nappy so free 978

Ye fowls of ill presage 1017

Ye Gales, that of the Lark's repose 35

Ye harp-controlling hymns 1006

Ye souls unus'd to lofty verse 8

Yes, noble old Warrior! this heart has beat high 317

Yes, yes! that boon, life's richest treat 466

Yet art thou happier far than she 62

Yon row of bleak and visionary pines 1006

You're careful o'er your wealth 'tis true 958

You come from o'er the waters 987

You loved the daughter of Don Manrique? 421

You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within 1002

Your Poem must eternal be 959

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