Spindle Song, The (Twist Ye, Twine Ye). Spirit of Political Institutions... Spirit of Solitude, The (Alastor)..
.1167 Take these flowers which, purple waving.. 436 465 Talented Man, The...
213 Talisman, From The. 635 Tam Glen
Spirits, That Walk and Wail Tonight.......1145 Tanagra! think not I forget.. Spirits whose homes are flesh: ye beasts and birds
Spring, Ode on the (Gray).
Tax not the royal saint with vain expense... 312 57 Tears, Idle Tears..
Story of Rimini, From The...
Stop, Christian passer-by-Stop, child of God 370 Stop, mortal! Here thy brother lies. ..1167 The fountains mingle with the river......... 661 .1169 The frost performs its secret ministry....... 350 866 The gallant youth, who may have gained.. The gowan glitters on the sward..... The harp that once through Tara's halls... The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!...... The joy, the triumph, the delight, the mad- ness! The keen stars were twinkling.
The feathered songster chaunticleer. The flower that smiles today..
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower......... 292 The Lawland lads think they are fine. Sweet Spirit! sister of that orphan one..... 720 The leaves are falling; so am I.
151 The lamp must be replenish'd, but even then. .1097 The lark had left the evening cloud.... ..1130 The last of our steers on the board has been 196 spread ..
They die-the dead return not. Misery. They grew in beauty side by side..... "They made her a grave, too cold and damp... 424 They rear'd their lodges in the wilderness....1151 They say that Hope is happiness.... .1168 They told me in their shadowy phrase.......1153 740 Thirty-Sixth Year, On This Day I Complete
15 This pleasant tale is like a little copse.. 695 This sycamore, oft musical with bees...
The path through which that lovely twain.... 676 The Persè owt of Northombarlande.... The place where soon I think to lie.... The poetry of earth is never dead.. The poplars are fell'd; farewell to the shade. 148 The sea! the sea! the open sea!.. The serpent is shut out of Paradise.. The shadow of white death has passed. The ship sail'd on, the ship sail'd fast....... 559 The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie... 707 The smiling morn, the breathing spring.... The snow upon my lifeless mountains.. The soul of man is larger than the sky.
The sound is of whirlwind underground. The star which rules thy destiny.. The stars are with the voyager.
The stately Homes of England..
Thorowe the halle the belle han sounde. Those who have laid the harp aside. Thou art folded, thou are lying.... 654 Thou, Earth, calm empire of a happy soul... 698 468 Thou Hast Not Raised, Ianthe, Such Desire.. 963 1130 Thou Ling'ring Star 198 Thou ling'ring star with less'ning ray....... 198 Thou Moon, which gazest on the nightly Earth 698- Thou Needst Not Pitch upon My Hat...... 983 Thou noblest monument of Albion's isle!.... Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness. Thou wert the morning star among the living.1341 Though I Be Now a Gray, Gray Friar...... 999 Though the day of my destiny's over........ 518 Though Ruin now Love's shadow be..... Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland
The time I've lost in wooing. 428 The tongue of England, that which myriads.. 981 The twentieth year is well-nigh past..... 153 The unremitting voice of nightly streams.... 316 The village life, and every care that reigns... The violet in her greenwood bower.. The voice of the Spirits of Air and of Earth.. 691 The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing ..
The world is a bundle of hay..
The world is too much with us; late and soon 302 The young May moon is beaming, love...... 427 Thel, The Book of.... 168 Three days the flowers of the garden fair.... 701 Then weave the web of the mystic measure... 692 Three Elliotts there have been, three glorious There be none of Beauty's daughters.. 514 men
There came a ghost to Margaret's door...... 8 Three Graves, The. There came a man, making his hasty moan.. 868 Three Roses, The.. There is a flower, a little flower. .1366 There is a flower I wish to wear...... 963 There Is a Little Unpretending Rill.......... 310 There is a mountain and a wood between us.. 983 There is a silence where hath been no sound..1137 "There is a Thorn-it looks so old".......... 225 There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale.. 290 raie There is an awful quiet in the air...... ...1172 Tiberius and Vipsania.. There is delight in singing, tho' none hear... 975 Tiger, The There is dew for the flow'ret.....
To a Lady with Flowers from the Roman Wall 436 To Sleep (Wordsworth) To a Louse
983 To see a world in a grain of sand. 365 To Shakspeare
..1167 Wordsworth, To (Hood).
692 Wordsworth, To (Landor).
Where are they gone, the old familiar faces?. 916 Wordsworth, To (Shelley). Where art thou, beloved Tomorrow?.....
Wordsworth's The Excursion, From Jeffrey's Review of
740 Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)....223, 1353 Where art thou gone, light-ankled Youth?.... 981 Wordsworth's Grave, From..... Where art thou, my beloved son..... .... 295 Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?.. 367 Where is the land with milk and honey flow- ing .... Where is Thy favor'd haunt, eternal Voice...1133 Where Shall the Lover Rest.... Where the pools are bright and deep. Where the slumbering earthquake. Where Venta's Norman castle still uprears. Whether on Ida's shady brow..
The 78 World's Great Age Begins Anew, The.
Wordsworth's The White Doe of Rylstone, From Jeffrey's Review of..... Work without Hope... World Is a Bundle of Hay, The. 482 World Is Too Much with Us; Late and Soon, 550
Worlds on Worlds Are Rolling Ever. World's Wanderers, The.
Write it in gold-A spirit of the sun. Written after the Death of Charles Lamb. Written at Midnight..
78 Written at Stonehenge..
While at the stook the shearers cow'r....... 179 While briers an' woodbines budding green... 177 While some affect the sun, and some the shade While Summer Suns o'er the Gay Prospect Play'd..
While thro' the broken pane the tempest sighs 209 Written in a Blank Leaf of Dugdale's Monasti- Whirl-Blast from behind the Hill, A.. Whistle O'er the Lave O't....
400 Ye banks and braes and streams around. 467 Ye Clouds! that far above me float and pause. 351 467 Ye distant spires, ye antique towers... 972 Ye Dorian woods and waves, lament aloud. 972 Ye elemental Genii, who have homes... 232 Ye Flowery Banks
Why, William, on that old gray stone. William and Helen. William and Margaret.
Willie Brew'd a Peck of Maut.
Wilson, John (1785-1854)..
Wilt thou forget the happy hours.
433 Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon.
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