INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

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A barking sound the shepherd hears.
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by

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Art thou a Statesman, in the van

A poet! He hath put his heart to school

A point of life between my parents' dust
A rock there is whose homely front
-A simple child

A slumber did my spirit seal

A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain

All praise the likeness by thy skill pourtrayed
Amid the smoke of cities did you pass

An age hath been when earth was proud
An Orpheus! an Orpheus !—yes, faith may grow bold
And is this-Yarrow ?-This the stream
Another year!-another deadly blow

Art thou the bird whom man loves best

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears

Before I see another day

Behold her, single in the field

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Behold, within the leafy shade

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Blest is this isle-our native land

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Bright flower, whose home is everywhere!
-Brook and road

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By their floating mill

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Calvert! it must not be unheard by them.
Clarkson it was an obstinate hill to climb

Come ye-who, if which Heaven avert!) the land
Content with calmer scenes around us spread .

Dear child of nature, let them rail! .
Dear to the loves, and to the graces vowed
Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord!
Departing summer hath assumed

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

England! the time is come when thou should'st wean
Ethereal minstrel pilgrim of the sky!

Fair is the swan, whose majesty, prevailing
Fair star of evening, splendour of the west
Farewell, thou little nook of mountain-ground.

Five years have past; five summers, with the length
From low to high doth dissolution climb
From Stirling Castle we had seen

Go, faithful portrait! and where long hath knelt

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-Hast thou then survived

Here pause: the poet claims at least this praise
High in the breathless hall the minstrel sate
High is our calling, friend!—Creative art
Hope rules a land for ever green

I am not one who much or oft delight
I have a boy of five years old
I heard a thousand blended notes

I saw an aged beggar in my walk

I saw far off the dark top of a pine

I shiver, spirit fierce and bold .

I thought of thee, my partner and my guide

I travelled among unknown men

I've watched you now a full half-hour

I wandered lonely as a cloud

I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged pile!

I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret

If from the public way you turn your steps

If nature, for a favourite child

If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven
Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood

In these fair vales hath many a tree

In the sweet shire of Cardigan

In this still place, remote from men