Surprised by Joy-Impatient as the Wind
Wethought I Saw the Footsteps of a Throne
Weak is the Will of Man, his Judgment Blind :
It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free
Where Lies the Land to which yon Ship must Go?
With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh
The World is Too Much with Us; Late and Soon
A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth are Found
How Sweet it is when Mother Fancy Rocks
Personal Talk .
TO Ř. B. Haydon, Esq.
From the Dark Chambers of Dejection Freed
Fair Prime of Life! were it Enough to Gild
i Heard (Alas ! 'twas only in a Dream)
To the Memory of Raisley Calvert
Scorn not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have Frowned
Not Love, nor War, nor the Tumultuous Swell
While not a Leaf seems Faded,—while the Fields
How Clear, how Keen, how Marvellously Bright
Composed During a Storm
To a Snowdrop
Composed a Few Days after the Foregoing
To Lady Beaumont .
To the Lady Mary Lowther
There is a Pleasure in Poetic Pains
The Shepherd Looking Eastward, Softly Said
Hail, Twilight, Sovereign of One Peaceful Hour !
With how Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st the Sky
Eren as the Dragon's. Eyệ that Feels the Stress
Mark the Concentrated Hazels that Inclose
Brook! whose Society the Poet Seeks
Composed on the Banks of a Rocky Stream
Pure Element of Waters! Wherezoe'er
'The Monument commonly called Long Meg and her Daughters, near the
Composed after a Journey across the Hamilton Hills, Yorkshire
These Words were Uttered as in Pensive Mood
Earth has not Anything to Show more Fair
Ye Sacred Nurseries of Blooning Youth
Shame on this Faithless Heart that Could Allow
Récollection of the Portrait of King Henry VIII. Trinity Ledge, Cambridge : 142
On the Death of His Majesty George 111.