There was a Boy: ye knew him well, ye cliffs, 163
There was a roaring in the wind all night, 180
There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, 470
The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die, 275
The Sabbath bells renew the inviting peal, 367
The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned, 360
These had given earliest notice, as the lark, 356
These times strike monied worldlings with dismay, 256
These Tourists, Heaven preserve us! needs must live, 87 T
These words were uttered as in pensive mood, 227
The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! 462
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, 225
-The sky is overcast, 164
The soaring lark is blest as proud, 189
The Spirit of Antiquity-enshrined, 278
The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand, 224
The struggling Rill insensibly is grown, 295
The sun has long been set, 428
The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, 428
The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire, 427
The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields, 414
The tears of man in various measure gush, 359
The Troop will be impatient; let us hie, 45
The turbaned Race are poured in thickening swarms, 354
The unremitting voice of nightly streams, 409
The valley rings with mirth and joy, 79
The Vested Priest before the Altar stands, 366
The Virgin Mountain, wearing like a Queen, 361
The Voice of Song, from distant lands shall call, 254
The wind is now thy organist; —a clank, 302
The woman-hearted Confessor prepares, 353
The world forsaken, all its busy cares, 324
The world is too much with us late and soon, 221
They called Thee Merry England, in old time, 307
They dreamt not of a perishable home, 370
The Young-ones gathered in from hill and dale, 366
They seek, are sought; to daily battle led, 263
They who have seen the noble Roman's scorn, 322
This Height a ministering Angel might select, 165
This Land of Rainbows (spanning glens whose walls, 302
This Lawn, a carpet all alive, 402
This Spot at once unfolding sight so fair, 275
Those breathing Tokens of our kind regard, 189
Those old credulities, to nature dear, 322
Those silver clouds collected round the sun, 171
Though I beheld at first with blank surprise, 234
Though joy attend Thee orient at the birth, 304
Though many suns have risen and set, 407
Though narrow be that old Man's cares, and near, 229
Tho' searching damps and many an envious flaw, 285
Though the bold wings of Poesy affect 233
Though the torrents from their fountains, 146
Though to give timely warning and deter, 276
Thou look'st upon me, and dost fondly think, 308
Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise, 283
Threats come which no submission may assuage, 358
Three years she grew in sun and shower, 166
Throned in the Sun's descending car, 428
What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine, 98.
What He who, 'mid the kindred throng, 250.
What if our numbers barely could defy, 272.
What is good for a bootless bene, 412.
What know we of the Blest above, 281.
What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose, 279.
What mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret, 429.
What need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay, 219.
What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides, 235
What though the accused, upon his own appeal, 422
What though the Italian pencil wrought not here, 282
What way does the Wind come? What way does he go, 74
What, you are stepping westward? - Yea, 241
When Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry, 363
Whence that low voice? A whisper from the heart, 297
When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn, 258
When first descending from the moorlands, 468
When haughty expectations prostrate lie, 224
When here with Carthage Rome to conflict came, 323
When human touch (as monkish books attest), 232
When I have borne in memory what has tamed, 255
When in the antique age of bow and spear, 412
When, looking on the present face of things, 256
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle, 229
When Ruth was left half desolate, 173
When the Brothers reached the gateway, 167
When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch, 265
When, to the attractions of the busy world, 133
Where are they now, those wanton Boys, 172
Where art thou, my beloved Son, 101
Where be the noisy followers of the game, 290
Where be the temples which, in Britain's Isle, 91
Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends. 228
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go, 220
Where lies the truth? has Man in wisdom's creed, 431
Where long and deeply hath been fixed the root, 371
Where towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds, 327
Where will they stop those breathing Powers, 407
While they who once were Anna's playmates tread, 230
While beams of orient light shoot wide and high, 236
While flowing rivers yield a blameless sport, 218
While from the purpling east departs, 406
While Merlin paced the Cornish sands, 206
While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields, 223
While poring Antiquarians search the ground, 231
While the Poor gather round till the end of time, 305
Who but hails the sight with pleasure, 149
Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high, 430
Who comes with rapture greeted, and caressed, 362
Who fancied what a pretty sight, 146
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he, 394
Who ponders National events shall find, 273
Who rashly strove thy Image to portray, 394
Who rises on the banks of Seine, 257
Who swerves from innocence, who makes divorce, 298
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant, 232
Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore, 289
Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings, 217
Why should the Enthusiast, journeying thro' this Isle, 307
Why should we weep or mourn, Angelic boy, 469
Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, 370
Why stand we gazing on the sparkling Brine, 310
Why, William, on that old grey stone, 393
Wings have we-and as far as we can go, 222
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe, 80
With copious eulogy in prose or rhyme, 466
With each recurrence of this glorious morn, 218
With earnest look, to every voyager, 313
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky, 225
Within her gilded cage confined, 139
Within our happy Castle there dwelt One, 95
Within the mind strong fancies work, 191
With little here to do or see, 145
With sacrifice before the rising morn, 175
With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, 221
Woe to the Crown that doth the Cowl obey, 353
Woe to you, Prelates! rioting in ease, 357
Woman! the Power who left his throne on high, 367
Wouldst thou be taught when sleep has taken flight, 192
Would that our scrupulous sires had dared to leave, 368
Ye Apennines! with all your fertile vales, 318
Ye brood of conscience-Spectres! that frequent, 276
Ye Lime-trees, ranged before this hallowed Urn, 449
Ye sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth, 228
Ye shadowy Beings that have rights and claims, 312
Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace, 219
Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear, 365
Yes, it was the mountain Echo, 188
Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye, 216
Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved, 98
Yes, though he well may tremble at the sound, 277
Ye Storms, resound the praises of your King, 264
Yet are they here the same unbroken knot, 171
Yet life you say is life; we have seen and see, 221
Yet more-round many a Convent's blazing fire, 357
Yet some Novitiates of the cloistral shade, 358
Ye, too, must fly before a chasing hand, 358
Ye trees! whose slender roots entwine, 326
Yet Truth is keenly sought for, and the wind, 363
Yet, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes, 262
Ye vales and hills whose beauty hither drew, 469
You call it, "Love lies bleeding," so you may, 151
You have heard a Spanish Lady, 107
YOUNG ENGLAND what is then become of Old, 275
WILLIAM WOR
POET-LAUREATE
CHRISTOPHER WORDS
CANON OF WESTMI
In Two Vol
EDITED BY
HENRY RE
TICKNOR &
WASHINGTON STRE
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