The Poems of William Wordsworth - Humanities-Ebooks
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840 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Poems</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>William</strong> <strong>Wordsworth</strong><br />
Foresight, Or the Charge <strong>of</strong> a Child to his younger Companion I.698<br />
Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs<br />
III.539<br />
Forms <strong>of</strong> Prayer at Sea<br />
III.425<br />
Forsake me not, Urania, but when Ev’n<br />
III.113<br />
Forsaken, <strong>The</strong> I.726<br />
Fort Fuentes—at the Head <strong>of</strong> the Lake <strong>of</strong> Como<br />
III.441<br />
Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose base<br />
III.769<br />
Forth rushed, from Envy sprung and Self-conceit<br />
III.735<br />
Fountain, <strong>The</strong>. A Conversation I.432<br />
Four fiery steeds impatient <strong>of</strong> the rein<br />
III.610<br />
Fragment, A (“Between two sister moorland rills”) I.451<br />
French, and the Spanish Guerillas, <strong>The</strong><br />
III.32<br />
From Bolton’s old monastic tower<br />
II.575<br />
From early youth I ploughed the restless Main<br />
III.496<br />
From false assumption rose, and fondly hail’d<br />
III.422<br />
From little down to least—in due degree<br />
III.406<br />
From low to high doth dissolution climb<br />
III.407<br />
From Rite and Ordinance abused they fled<br />
III.420<br />
From Stirling Castle we had seen I.665<br />
From the Alban Hills, looking towards Rome<br />
III.539<br />
From the Baptismal hour, thro’ weal and woe<br />
III.425<br />
From the dark chambers <strong>of</strong> dejection freed<br />
III.64<br />
From the fierce aspect <strong>of</strong> this River throwing<br />
III.436<br />
From the Greek I.50<br />
From the Italian <strong>of</strong> Michael Angelo (“Yes! hope may with my strong<br />
desire keep pace”) I.633<br />
From the Pier’s head, musing—and with increase<br />
III.468<br />
From the Same (“No mortal object did these eyes behold”) I.634<br />
From the Same. To the Supreme Being (“<strong>The</strong> prayers I make will then<br />
be sweet indeed”) I.634<br />
From this deep chasm—where quivering sun-beams play<br />
III.355<br />
Funeral Service<br />
III.425<br />
General View <strong>of</strong> the Troubles <strong>of</strong> the Reformation<br />
III.396<br />
Genius <strong>of</strong> Raphael! if thy wings<br />
III.641<br />
Gentle Zephyr I.739<br />
Georgics, Book IV, Lines 511–515<br />
II.751<br />
Giordano, verily thy Pencil’s skill<br />
III.774<br />
Gipsies I.672<br />
Glad sight wherever new with old<br />
III.760<br />
Glad Tidings<br />
III.374<br />
Gleaner, <strong>The</strong>. (Suggested by a Picture.)<br />
III.616<br />
Glen-almain, or the Narrow Glen I.658<br />
Glory to God! and to the Power who came<br />
III.412