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The Dying Hadrian to His Soul,
The Campaign, 9.
The Castaway, 274.
The Castle of Indolence, 110.
The Chase, 123.
The Choice, 1.
The Cotter's Saturday Night, 287.
The Country Justice, 234.
The Day of Judgment, 19.
The Enthusiast, 150.
The Enthusiast; or, The Lover of
of the Bees (The
The Flowers of the Forest, 204.
The French Revolution, 331.
The Ghost, 205.
The Goldfinches, 201.
The Grave, 146.
The Grave of King Arthur, 176.
The Grumbling Hive, 14.
The Happy Savage, 121.
The Hazard of Loving the Crea-
The Holy Fair, 277.
The Lamb, 321.
The Land o' the Leal, 346.
The Little Black Boy, 322.
The Lovely Lass of Inverness,
The Minstrel, 226.
The New Morality, 344.
The Pleasures of Imagination,
The Pleasures of Melancholy, 174.
The Schoolboy, 337.
The Shepherd's Week, 76.
The Songs of Selma, 208.
The Task, 260.
The Tiger, 335.
The Traveller, 212.
The True-Born Englishman, 6.
The Vanity of Human Wishes,
The Village, 248.
The Vision, 81.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever, 311.
Awake, Eolian lyre, awake, 187.
Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things, 42.
Behold in awful march and dread array. 9.
Can I forget the dismal night that gave, 82.
Christ the Lord is risen to-day, 141.
Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne, 71.
Daughter of Jove, relentless power, 181.
Dear Chloe, how blubbered is that pretty face, 13.
England, with all thy faults, love thee still, 262.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, 303.
Gemmed o'er their heads the mines of India gleam, 126.
Hail hieroglyphic state-machine, 7.
Ye solitary seats, 159.
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, 264.
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, 130.
Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, 224.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, 117.
How would the sons of Troy, in arms renowned, 40.
I am nae poet, in a sense, 286.
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, 161.
If clothed in black you tread the busy town, 79.
If Heaven the grateful liberty would give, 1.
I lang hae thought, my youthful friend, 295.
I love to rise in a summer morn, 337.
I'm wearin' awa', John, 346.
In each she marks her image full expressed, 72.
In evil long I took delight, 256.
In full-blown dignity see Wolsey stand, 198.
In man, the more we dive, the more we see, 119.
I saw a Monk of Charlemaine, 342.
I see, I see, swift bursting through the shade, 244.
Is there a whim-inspired fool, 297.
Is there for honest poverty, 314.
Is this a holy thing to see, 335.
I've heard them lilting, at our ewe-milking, 204.
I was a stricken deer that left the herd, 264.
I went to the Garden of Love, 336.
I would not enter on my list of friends, 269.
Jesu, lover of my soul, 142.
John Anderson, my jo, John, 300.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, 49.
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, 315.
Little fly, 334.
Little lamb, who made thee, 321.
Live ever here, Lorenzo? shocking thought! 117.
My loved, my honoured, much respected friend, 287.
Naught loves another as itself, 336.
Near some fair town I'd have a private seat, 1.
Now the storm begins to lower, 194.
Obscurest night involved the sky, 274.
O'er Cornwall's cliffs the tempest roared, 176.
O God, our help in ages past, 20.
O happy shades! to me unblest, 259.
Oh blind to truth, and God's whole scheme below, 49.
Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, 261.
Oh, happy he who never saw the face, 121.
O Mary, at thy window be, 277.
O mortal man, who livest here by toil, 110.
O Nature, whom the song aspires to scan, 125.
Once I remember well the day, 150.
On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood, 276.
O synge untoe mie roundelaie, 240.
O that those lips had language! Life has passed, 269.
O, wert thou in the cauld blast, 316.
O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, 303.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors, 319.
Pensive beneath a spreading oak I stood, 81.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 235.
Scenes that soothed or charmed me young, 260.
See yonder hallowed fane;-the pious work, 146.
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said, 57.
Silent Nymph, with curious eye, 92.
Spare, generous victor, spare the slave, 12.
Stay your rude steps! whose throbbing breasts infold, 317.
Strong is the lion-like a coal, 210.
Such blessings Nature pours, 114.
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, 214.
Sweet dreams, form a shade, 322.
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade, 259.
The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte, 238.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, 183.
The daughters of [the] Seraphim led round their sunny flocks, 326.