The Poems of William Wordsworth - Humanities-Ebooks

860 The Poems of William Wordsworth
The little hedge-row birds I.367
The lovely Nun (submissive but more meek
III.392
The Lovers took within this ancient grove
III.505
The martial courage of a day is vain—
III.33
The massy Ways, carried across these Heights
III.592
The May is come again:—how sweet I.682
The Minstrels played their Christmas tune
III.363
The moaning owl shall soon I.42
The most alluring clouds that mount the sky
III.758
The old inventive Poets, had they seen
III.357
The oppression of the tumult—wrath and scorn—
III.373
The peace which Others seek they find I.726
The Pibroch’s note, discountenanced or mute
III.474
The ploughboy by his gingling wane I.39
The Post-boy drove with fierce career I.622
The power of Armies is a visible thing
III.34
The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed I.634
The rains at length have ceas’d, the winds are still’d I.759
The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die
III.556
The Sabbath bells renew the inviting peal
III.424
The Scottish Broom on Bird-nest brae
III.131
The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! I.755
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said
III.11
The soaring Lark is blest as proud
III.667
The Spirit of Antiquity, enshrined
III.428
The Star that comes at close of day to shine
III.740
The Stars are Mansions built by Nature’s hand
III.115
The struggling Rill insensibly is grown
III.352
The Sun has long been set
I.668, III.692
The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest
III.691
The sun is dead—ye heard the curfew toll I.21
The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire
III.691
The Swallow, that hath lost I.739
The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields
III.138
The taper turn’ d from blue to red I.39
The tears of man in various measure gush
III.395
The torrent’s yelling Spectre, seen I.41
The Turban’d Race are poured in thickening swarms
III.383
The unremitting voice of nightly streams
III.616
The valley rings with mirth and joy I.409
The Vested Priest before the Altar stands
III.423
The Virgin Mountain, wearing like a Queen
The Virgin Mountain, wearing like a Queen
III.399