The Poems of William Wordsworth - Humanities-Ebooks
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830 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Poems</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>William</strong> <strong>Wordsworth</strong><br />
All by the moonlight river side I.492<br />
All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed<br />
III.738<br />
Along the mazes <strong>of</strong> this song I go I.746<br />
Ambition, following down this far-famed slope<br />
III.449<br />
American Tradition<br />
III.355<br />
Amid a fertile region green with wood<br />
III.480<br />
Amid the dark control <strong>of</strong> lawless sway<br />
III.12<br />
Amid the smoke <strong>of</strong> cities did you pass I.455<br />
Amid this dance <strong>of</strong> objects sadness steals<br />
III.431<br />
Among a grave fraternity <strong>of</strong> Monks<br />
III.708<br />
Among all lovely things my Love had been I.615<br />
Among the dwellers in the silent fields<br />
III.760<br />
Among the dwellings framed by birds<br />
III.684<br />
Among the mountains were we nursed, loved stream!<br />
III.490<br />
Among the Ruins <strong>of</strong> a Convent in the Apennines<br />
III.548<br />
An age hath been when Earth was proud<br />
III.116<br />
An Orpheus! An Orpheus!—yes, Faith may grow bold I.687<br />
Anacreon Imitated I.14<br />
And has the Sun his flaming Chariot driv’n I.11<br />
And I will bear my vengeful blade I.50<br />
And is it among rude untutored Dales<br />
III.21<br />
And is this—Yarrow?—This the Stream<br />
III.62<br />
And not in vain embodied to the sight<br />
III.386<br />
And shall,” the Pontiff asks, “pr<strong>of</strong>aneness flow<br />
III.382<br />
And sweet it is to see in summer time I.749<br />
And thus a Structure potent to enchain<br />
III.413<br />
And what is Penance with her knotted thong<br />
III.390<br />
And what melodious sounds at times prevail!<br />
III.387<br />
And will you leave me thus alone I.18<br />
Andrew Jones I.417<br />
Anecdote for Fathers, shewing how the art <strong>of</strong> lying may be taught I.330<br />
Animal Tranquillity and Decay (see Old Man Travelling)<br />
Another year!—another deadly blow! I.651<br />
Anticipation. October, 1803 I.651<br />
Apology (“No more: the end is sudden and abrupt”)<br />
III.483<br />
Apology (“Nor scorn the aid which Fancy <strong>of</strong>t doth lend”)<br />
III.376<br />
Apology (“Not utterly unworthy to endure”)<br />
III.393<br />
Apology (“<strong>The</strong> formal World relaxes her cold chain”)<br />
III.560<br />
Archbishop Chicheley to Henry V<br />
III.389<br />
Are souls then nothing? Must at length the die I.735<br />
Are States oppress’d afflicted and degraded<br />
III.595<br />
Armenian Lady’s Love, <strong>The</strong><br />
III.657<br />
Arms, and the Man I sing, the first who bore<br />
II.667
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