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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

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