The Poems of William Wordsworth - Humanities-Ebooks
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Complete Index 841<br />
Go back to antique Ages, if thine eyes<br />
III.594<br />
Go, faithful Portrait! and where long hath knelt<br />
III.682<br />
Gold and Silver Fishes, in a Vase<br />
III.667<br />
Goody Blake, and Harry Gill, A True Story I.322<br />
Gordale<br />
III.135<br />
Grace Darling<br />
III.760<br />
Grant, that by this unsparing Hurricane<br />
III.394<br />
Grateful is Sleep, my life in stone bound fast<br />
III.737<br />
Grateful is Sleep; more grateful still to be<br />
III.736<br />
Grave-stone upon the Floor in the Cloisters <strong>of</strong> Worcester Cathedral, A III.613<br />
Great Men have been among us; hands that penn’d I.646<br />
Green Linnet, <strong>The</strong> I.682<br />
Greenock<br />
III.504<br />
Greta, what fearful listening! when huge stones<br />
III.489<br />
Greyhound Ballad I.72<br />
Grief, thou hast lost an ever ready Friend<br />
III.47<br />
Grieve for the Man who hither came bereft<br />
III.543<br />
Gunpowder Plot<br />
III.399<br />
Had this effulgence disappeared<br />
III.124<br />
Hail to the fields—with Dwellings sprinkled o’er<br />
III.354<br />
Hail Twilight,—sovereign <strong>of</strong> one peaceful hour!<br />
III.48<br />
Hail, universal Source <strong>of</strong> pure delight!<br />
III.82<br />
Hail, Virgin Queen! o’er many an envious bar<br />
III.397<br />
Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye<br />
III.18<br />
Happy the feeling from the bosom thrown<br />
III.602<br />
Hard task! exclaim the undisciplined, to lean III.549, 566<br />
Hark! ’tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest<br />
III.733<br />
Harp! couldst thou venture, on thy boldest string<br />
III.400<br />
Hart’s-Horn Tree, near Penrith<br />
III.482<br />
Hart-leap Well I.377<br />
Hast thou seen, with train incessant<br />
III.127<br />
Hast thou then survived I.744<br />
Haydon! let worthier judges praise the skill<br />
III.679<br />
He who defers his work from day to day<br />
III.701<br />
Her eyes are wild, her head is bare I.346<br />
Her only Pilot the s<strong>of</strong>t breeze the Boat<br />
III.608<br />
Here let us rest—here, where the gentle beams<br />
III.122<br />
Here M. ————sleep[s] who liv’d a patriarch’s days I.23<br />
Here Man more purely lives, less <strong>of</strong>t doth fall<br />
III.385<br />
Here on their knees men swore: the stones were black<br />
III.503<br />
Here pause: the Poet claims at least this praise<br />
III.34<br />
Here stood an Oak, that long had borne affixed<br />
III.482<br />
Here, where, <strong>of</strong> havoc tired and rash undoing<br />
III.746
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