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The Eternal Female groaned! It was heard over all, 333.
The keener tempests come; and, fuming dun, 97.
The lovely lass of Inverness, 301.
The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime, 96.
The negation is the Spectre, the reasoning power in man, 341.
The night was winter in his roughest mood, 267.
Then shame to manhood, and opprobrious more, 265.
There laughs the sky, there zephyrs frolic train, 343.
The Romans first with Julius Cæsar came, 6.
These, as they change, Almighty Father, these, 106.
The spacious firmament on high, 10.
The twentieth year is well-nigh past, 272.
The village life, and every care that reigns, 248.
Thou lingering star, with lessening ray, 304.
Thou most indulgent, most tremendous Power, 118.
Thou noblest monument of Albion's isle, 177.
Thus beauty, mimicked in our humbler strains, 125.
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright, 335.
Timely blossom, infant fair, 91.
'Tis hard to say if greater want of skill, 23.
To cure the mind's wrong bias, spleen, 129.
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, 324.
To nature's pride, sweet Keswick's vale, 202.
To see a world in a grain of sand, 339.
To thee, fair freedom! I retire, 132.
To thee, the world its present homage pays, 64.
'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, 323.
Upon a simmer Sunday morn, 277.
Vain human kind! fantastic race! 137.
Weak with nice sense, the chaste Mimosa stands, 318.
Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r, 293.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, 292.
Were once these maxims fixed, that God's our friend, 121.
What do I love what is it that mine eyes, 128.
When beasts could speak, (the learned say), 133.
When Britain first, at Heaven's command, 109.
When chapman billies leave the street, 305.
When I think on the happy days, 234.
When Music, heavenly maid, was young, 164.
When the fierce north-wind with his airy forces, 19.
When the ploughman leaves the task of day, 76.
When the sad soul by care and grief oppressed, 247.
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, 229.
Where'er my flattering passions rove, 18.
Whether on Ida's shady brow, 320.
With unsparing hand, oh lash these vile impostures, 344.
Ye banks and braes and streams around, 312.
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, 178.
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell, 123.
Ye green-robed Dryads, oft at dusky eve, 155.
Ye self-sufficient sons of reasoning pride, 127.
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see, 70.