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Glad sight wherever new with old
The Contrast. The Parrot and the Wren
The Danish Boy. A Fragment
Song for the Wandering Jew
Stray Pleasures
The Pilgrim's Dream; or, the Star and the Glow-worm
The Poet and the Caged Turtledove
The Kitten and Falling Leaves
Address to my Infant Daughter, Dora, on being reminded
THE WAGGONER.-Canto I.
that she was a Month old, that Day, September 16
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Canto II.
Canto III.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
The Reverie of Poor Susan
Power of Music
Star-gazers
Written in March, while resting on the Bridge at the foot
Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live.
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Hart-leap Well.-Part I.
Part II.
Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle, upon the Resto-
ration of Lord Clifford, the Shepherd, to the Estates
and Honours of his Ancestors
Lines, composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey, on
revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour,
July 13, 1798.
French Revolution, as it appeared to Enthusiasts at its
Commencement. Reprinted from "The Friend"
Yes, it was the mountain Echo
To, on her First Ascent to the Summit of Helvellyn 191
To a Young Lady, who had been reproached for taking
long Walks in the Country
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"Beloved Vale!" I said, "when I shall con
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The fairest, brightest, hues of ether fade
Upon the sight of a Beautiful Picture
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Written upon a Blank Leaf in "The Complete Angler"
To the Poet, John Dyer
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Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend
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Composed in one of the Valleys of Westmoreland, on
Composed on the eve of the Marriage of a Friend in the
Vale of Grasmere, 1812
From the Italian of Michael Angelo.
From the Same
From the Same. To the Supreme Being
Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne.
Even so for me a Vision sanctified
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?
With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh
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The world is too much with us; late and soon
A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found
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'Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind
To the Memory of Raisley Calvert
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PART II.
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks
To B. R. Haydon
From the dark chambers of dejection freed
Fair Prime of Life! were it enough to gild
I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret
I heard (alas! 'twas only in a dream)
Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell
Mark the concentred hazels that enclose
Composed after a Journey across the Hambleton Hills,
Yorkshire
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Those words were uttered as in pensive mood
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While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields
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How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright
Composed during a Storm
To a Snow-drop
To the Lady Mary Lowther.
To Lady Beaumont .
There is a pleasure in poetic pains
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said
When haughty expectations prostrate lie
Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!.
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky
Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress
The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand
Desponding Father! mark this altered bough
Captivity.-Mary Queen of Scots .
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Though narrow be that old Man's cares, and near
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