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“…Introduction -- Acknowledgments -- Chronology -- Note on the text -- Poetry: -- Evening walk -- Salisbury plain -- Old man travelling -- Lines left upon a seat in a Yew-tree -- Ruined cottage -- Night-piece -- Discharged soldier -- Old Cumberland beggar -- Lines written at a small distance from my house -- Goody Blake and Harry Gill -- Thorn -- Whirl-blast from behind the hill -- Idiot boy -- Lines written in early spring -- Anecdote for fathers -- We are seven -- Simon Lee, the old huntsman -- Last of the flock -- Peter Bell -- Expostulation and reply -- Tables turned -- Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey -- To a Sexton -- If nature, for a favorite child -- Fountain -- Two April mornings -- Five Elegies: -- Could I the priest's consent have gained -- Just as the blowing thorn began -- Elegy -- Carved, Mathew, with a master's skill -- Dirge -- Slumber did my spirit seal -- Song (she dwelt among th' untrodden ways) -- Strange fits of passion I have known -- Lucy Gray -- Poet's epitaph -- Nutting -- Three years she grew in sun and shower -- Brothers -- Hart-leap well -- Home at Grasmere -- Poems On The Naming Of Places: -- It was an April morning: fresh and clear -- To Joanna -- There is an eminence, of these our hills -- Narrow girdle of rough stones and crags -- To M
H -- Rural architecture -- Childless father -- Inscription: for the spot where the hermitage stood -- Tis said, that some have died for love -- Lines: written with a slate-pencil -- Oak and the broom -- Waterfall and the eglantine -- Two thieves -- Idle shepherd-boys -- When first I journeyed hither -- Character -- Michael -- I travelled among unknown men -- Louisa -- To a sky-lark -- Sparrow's nest -- Sailor's mother -- Alice Fell -- Beggars -- To a butterfly (stay near me) -- To The cuckoo -- My heart leaps up when I behold -- To
H C, six years old -- Among all lovely things my love had been -- Written in March -- Green linnet -- To The Daisy: (in youth) -- To The Daisy: (with little here) -- To the same flower (bright flower) -- To a butterfly (I've watched you) -- These chairs they have no words to utter -- Tinker -- To the small Celandine -- To the same flower (pleasures newly found) -- Resolution and independence -- Travelling -- Within our happy castle there dwelt one -- I grieved for Buonaparte -- On the extinction of the Venetian Republic -- How
sweet it is, when mother fancy rocks -- I am not one who much or oft delight -- World is too much with us -- To the memory of Raisley Calvert -- Where lies the land to which yon ship must go? …”
Call Number: PR5853 .G54 2008
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