- The Lifetime Published
Poetry
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
Sonnets are indicated by (S) following the line. The volume and page number are shown in the
square brackets.
A
beautiful flower, that bedeck’d a mean pasture, [VM2, 19]
A charm appears in every land, [RM, 94]
A grasshopper, idle the whole summer long, [RM, 86]
A
shadow moving by one’s side, [SC, 219]
A splendid
sun hath set!—when shall our eyes (S) [RM, 120]
A weedling wild, on lonely lea, [VM1, 96]
A wish
will rise in every breast, [PD, 113]
Above the russet clods, the corn is seen [RM, 83]
Again
freckled cowslips are gilding the plain, [VM1, 140]
Age
yellows my leaf with a daily decline, [VM1, 170]
Ah! happy spot, how still it seems [RM, 28]
Ah, little did I think in time that’s past, [VM1, 65]
Ah, smiling cherub! cheating Hope, adieu! (S) [PD, 201]
Ah, thou poor, neglected hound! [PD, 37]
“Ah, where can he linger?” said Doll, with a sigh, [VM1, 153]
Ah, Youth’s sweet joys! why are ye gone
astray? [PD, 142]
All how silent and how still; [PD, 69]
All Nature owns, with one accord, [RM, 61]
Amazing, grand eternity of Time! (S) [RM, 163]
Amidst the happiest joy, a shade of grief (S) [RM, 150]
An Imperfection as Perfection’s guest, (S) [RM, 144]
And though thou seem’st a weedling
wild, [PD, 62]
And what is Life?—An hour-glass on the run, [PD, 35]
Antiquity!
thou dark sublime! [SC, 228]
As fearless as a cherub’s rest, [RM, 40]
As o’er the gay pasture went rocking a
clown, [PD, 106]
Ay, little Larky! what’s the reason, [PD, 12]
Aye, almost Scripture-truths!—My poorer mind (S) [RM, 164]
Beauty, how changing and how frail! [PD, 97]
Beneath
a meadow bridge, whose arch was dry, [SC, 146]
Beneath a sheltering wood’s warm side, [PD, 19]
Beneath the sod where smiling creep [PD, 98]
Beside
a runnel build my shed, [VM1, 83]
Birds sing and build, and Nature scorns alone (S) [RM, 153]
Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain, (S) [RM, 138]
Calm
resignation meets a happy end; [VM1, 68]
Cocks wake the early morn with many a
crow; [PD, 92]
Come,
bleak November, in thy wildness come: [SC, 221]
Come, flattering Hope! now woes distress me,
[PD, 110]
Come,
Queen of Months! in company [SC, 42]
Compassion sighs, and feels, and weeps, [PD, 99]
Cowslip
bud, so early peeping, [VM1, 82]
Darkness came o’er like chaos; and the Sun, (S) [RM, 162]
Day burnishes the distant hills, [RM, 62]
Despis’d, unskill’d, or how I will, [PD, 111]
Dewint! I would not flatter; nor would I (S) [RM, 133]
Dropt
here and there upon the flower [VM1, 149]
Each
scene of youth to me’s a pleasing toy, [VM2, 14]
Eliza, farewel! ah, most lovely Eliza, [PD, 138]
Ere I had known the world, and understood (S) [RM, 140]
Ere the sun o’er the hills, round and red,
’gan a peeping, [PD, 153]
Fair blooms the rose upon the green, [PD, 188]
Fair was thy bloom, when first I met [RM, 44]
Fill
the foaming cups again, [VM2, 142]
First love will with the heart remain [RM, 98]
Fixed in a white-thorn bush, its summer
guest, (S) [RM, 117]
For fools that would wish to seem learned
and wise, [PD, 44]
Free from the cottage corner, see how
wild (S) [RM, 115]
Friend Lamb! thou choosest well, to love the lore (S) [RM, 155]
Friend Lubin loves his Saturdays, [PD, 171]
Genius! a pleasing rapture of the mind,
[PD, 135]
Glad
Christmas comes, and every hearth [SC, 93]
Glinton! thy taper spire predominates (S) [RM, 136]
Good Heaven! and can it be, that such a nook (S) [RM, 134]
Hail, falling Leaves! that patter round,
[PD, 104]
Hail, gentle Winds! I love your murmuring
sound; (S) [PD, 204]
Hail, humble Helpstone! where thy valleys spread, [PD, 3]
Hail, Scenes of desolation and despair,
(S) [PD, 202]
Hail,
soothing balm! Ye breezes blow, [VM1, 180]
Hard words to vague pretension blast like Death, (S) [RM, 151]
Hark to that happy shout!—the
school-house door (S) [RM, 116]
Harvest approaches with its busy day; [SC, 68]
Harvest awakes the morning still, [SC, 76]
Her dusky mantle Eve had spread; [PD, 59]
Here on the greensward, ’mid the old mole-hills, (S) [RM, 164]
How beautiful and fresh the pastoral smell (S) [RM, 135]
How blest I’ve felt on summer eves, [RM, 74]
How
fond the rustic’s ear at leisure dwells [VM2, 104]
How
oft on Sundays, when I’d time to tramp, [VM1, 122]
How
sweet it us’d to be, when April first [VM1, 98]
How sweet the Moon extends her cheering ray
(S) [PD, 196]
Huge elm, with rifted trunk all
notched and scarred, (S) [RM, 118]
I dreamed not what it was to woo, [RM, 102]
I have traced the valleys fair [RM, 37]
I love at even-tide to walk alone,
(S) [RM, 114]
I
love thee, sweet Mary, but love thee in fear; [VM1, 195]
I love to wander at my idle will, (S) [RM, 138]
I never pass a venerable tree, (S) [RM, 142]
I never saw a man in all my days― (S) [RM, 113]
I would not that my being all should die,
(S) [RM, 125]
In every trifle something lives to please (S) [RM, 170]
In
life’s first years as on a mother’s breast, [VM2, 130]
In massy foliage of a sunny green
(S) [RM, 128]
In sooth, it seems right awful and sublime (S) [RM, 123]
In thy wild garb of other times [RM, 47]
It feeds on falsehood, and on clamour lives; (S) [RM, 148]
I’ve left my own old Home of Homes, (S) [RM, 171]
July, the month of Summer’s prime, [SC, 60]
Just as the even-bell rang, we set out [VM2, 30]
Just at the early peep of dawn, [PD, 79]
Just by the wooden bridge a bird
flew up, [RM, 79]
Lady! ’tis thy desire to move [RM, 14]
Leaves, from eternity, are simple things [RM, 34]
Let
brutish hearts, as hard as stones, [VM1, 165]
Like a thing of the desert, alone in its
glee, [RM, 108]
Lone Lodge in the bend of the valley,
farewel! [PD, 143]
Love, though it is not chill and cold, [RM, 54]
Lovely
insect, haste away, [VM2, 63]
Majestic pile! thy rich and splendid tower (S) [RM, 156]
Man, Earth’s poor shadow! talks of Earth’s decay: (S) [RM, 146]
March,
month of “many weathers,” wildly comes [SC, 27]
Mary! let us Love employ, [RM, 45]
Mary,
the day of love’s pleasures has been, [VM2, 140]
Muse of the Fields! oft have I said farewell [RM, 1]
Musing beside the crackling fire
at night, (S) [RM, 120]
My love, thou art a nosegay sweet, [PD, 184]
My love’s like a lily, my love’s like a
rose, [PD, 185]
Mystery! thou subtile essence!—Ages gain (S) [RM, 149]
Nature
now spreads around, in dreary hue, [SC, 83]
Nature,
thou accept the song, [VM1, 78]
No flattering praises daub my stone, [PD, 85]
Now
as even’s warning bell [VM1, 200]
Now Autumn’s come, adieu the pleasing greens, [PD, 41]
Now comes the bonny May, dancing and skipping (S) [RM, 152]
Now evening comes, and from the new-formed hedge (S) [RM, 158]
Now
eve’s hours hot noon succeed; [VM1, 109]
Now glaring daylight’s usher’d to a
close; (S) [PD, 203]
Now grey-ey’d hazy Eve’s begun [PD, 30]
Now
happy swains review the plains, [VM1, 186]
Now
infant April joins the Spring, [SC, 36]
Now
once again, thou lovely Spring, [SC, 200]
Now Summer comes, and I with staff in
hand (S) [RM, 124]
Now
Summer is in flower, and Nature’s hum [SC, 54]
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned, [RM, 7]
Now that the Spring the quickening Earth espouses, (S) [RM, 122]
Now the snow hides the ground, little birds
leave the wood, [PD, 42]
Now
the sun his blinking beam [VM1, 198]
Now thou art gone, the fairy rose is fled,
(S) [RM, 126]
O dismal disaster! O troublesome lot!
[PD, 179]
O
happy spot! how much the sight of thee [VM2, 36]
O
Langley Bush! the shepherd’s sacred shade, [VM1, 164]
O
lovely Maid! though thou art all [SC, 198]
O native Scenes, for ever, ever dear! (S) [PD, 205]
O
painted clouds ! sweet beauties of the sky, [VM1, 147]
O Poesy is on the wane, [RM, 58]
O
sweetly wild and ’witching Poesy! [VM1, 146]
O the voice of woman’s love! [RM, 52]
O thou
Bliss! to riches known, [PD, 45]
O
who can witness with a careless eye [VM1, 176]
Observe the flowers around us, how they live, (S) [RM, 169]
Of
all the days in memory’s list, [VM2, 46]
Oh, dear! what fine thinkings
beset me, [PD, 1st ed.]
Oh!
I have been thy lover long, [SC, 234]
Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care; [RM, 50]
Old, favourite Tree! art thou too fled
the scene? (S) [PD, 206]
Old January, clad in crispy rime, (S) [RM, 130]
Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood (S) [RM, 136]
Old stone-pits, with veined ivy overhung; (S) [RM, 162]
Old
tree thou art wither’d—I pass’d thee last year, [VM1, 151]
Omnipotent Eternal!—known Unknown! (S) [RM, 116]
On Lolham brigs, in wild and lonely mood, (S) [RM, 166]
On
Sunday mornings, freed from hard employ, [VM2, 99]
Once
in the merry toil of clipping time, [SC, 167]
Once
more, thou flower of childish fame, [SC, 207]
One
gloomy eve I roam’d about [VM1, 120]
One morn I wandered forth ’neath spirits high [RM, 41]
One, o’er heaths wandering in a pitch
dark night, (S) [PD, 211]
Our
years look behind us like tales that are told, [VM2, 126]
Pleased in his loneliness, he often
lies, (S) [RM, 119]
Poet of mighty power! I fain [RM, 80]
Poor patient
creature! how I grieve to see (S) [RM, 142]
Princess of Months!—so Nature’s choice ordains, (S) [RM, 154]
Right rosy gleamed the autumn morn, [RM, 106]
Rose, in full blown blushes dyed, [PD, 182]
Rude architect! rich instinct’s natural taste (S) [RM, 144]
Sad was the day when my Willy did leave me,
[PD, 174]
Sauntering at ease, I often love to lean
(S) [RM, 118]
Simple
enchantress! Wreath’d in summer blooms [VM2, 144]
Slow boiling up, on the horizon’s brim, [VM1, 80]
Smiling in Sunshine, as the storm frowns by, (S) [RM, 156]
Some blame thee, honest Izaac! aye, and deem (S) [RM, 157]
Soon
as the spring its earliest visit pays, [VM2, 112]
Soon
as the twilight through the distant mist [VM2, 67]
Spring comes anew, and brings each
little pledge (S) [RM, 129]
Stopt
by the storm, that long in sullen black [VM2, 84]
Surely
Lucy love returns, [VM1, 100]
Swamps
of wild rush-beds, and sloughs’ squashy traces, [VM1, 105]
Sweet are the omens of approaching
Spring, (S) [PD, 207]
Sweet brook! I’ve met thee many a summer’s day, (S) [RM, 143]
Sweet
gem of infant fairy-flowers! [VM1, 162]
Sweet is the poesy of the olden time, (S) [RM, 132]
Sweet little bird in russet coat, [RM, 69]
Sweet
Mary, though nor sighs nor pains [VM1, 177]
Sweet pastime here my mind so
entertains, [RM, 67]
Sweet
tiny flower of darkly hue, [VM2, 52]
Sweet unassuming Minstrel! not to thee
(S) [RM, 127]
Sweet, uncultivated blossom, [PD, 82]
Sybil of Months, and worshipper of winds! (S) [RM, 132]
Syren of sullen moods and fading hues, [RM, 24]
Tasteful Illumination of the night, (S) [PD, 199]
That summer bird its oft-repeated note (S) [RM, 140]
The
beating snow-clad bell, with sounding dead, [VM2, 20]
The cock awakes the rosy dawn, [PD, 176]
The cocks have now the morn foretold,
[PD, 127]
The day waxes warmer, [RM, 104]
The dewy virtues of the early morn (S) [RM, 160]
The
eve put on her sweetest shroud, [VM2, 3]
The
faint sun tipt the rising ground, [VM2, 37]
The fairest summer hath its sudden showers; (S) [RM, 159]
The happy White-throat on the swaying bough, (S) [RM, 134]
The hazel-blooms, in threads of crimson hue, (S) [RM, 145]
The heroes of the present and the past [RM, 30]
The juicy wheat now spindles into ear, (S) [RM, 139]
The
landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; [SC, 88]
The Landscape’s stretching view, that opens wide, (S) [PD, 198]
The oak’s slow-opening leaf, of deepening
hue, (S) [PD, 208]
The pewit is come to the green, [RM, 111]
The
rich man claims it; but he often buys (S) [RM, 147]
The
rosy day was sweet and young, [VM1, 124]
The
Sabbath-day, of every day the best, [VM1, 171]
The
season now is all delight, [SC, 185]
The shepherd boys play by the shaded
stile, (S) [RM, 131]
The shepherd’s hut, propt by the double ash, (S) [RM, 167]
The sinking sun is taking leave, [PD, 118]
The
snow has left the cottage top; [SC, 20]
The south-west wind! how pleasant in the
face (S) [RM, 130]
The Spring comes in with all her hues and smells, (S) [RM, 122]
The spring returns, the pewet screams
[RM, 56]
The
sultry day it wears away, [VM1, 107]
The
summer-flower has run to seed, [VM1, 86]
The sun had grown on lessening day [RM, 103]
The Sun had stooped, his westward clouds to win, (S) [RM, 158]
The
sun now sinks behind the woodland green, [VM2, 75]
The sun was low sinking behind the far
trees, [PD, 145]
The water-lilies on the meadow stream
(S) [RM, 114]
There is a tender flower, [RM, 101]
There is a valued, though a stubborn weed, (S) [RM, 146]
There is a viper, that doth hide its head (S) [RM, 148]
There
was a time, when love’s young flowers [VM2, 136]
There’s more than music in this early wind, (S) [RM, 165]
There’s the daisy, the woodbine, [VM2, 138]
These buried ruins, now in dust forgot, [PD, 65]
These tiny loiterers on the barley’s
beard, [RM, 78]
This morning, just as I awoken, [PD, 86]
This scene, how beauteous to a musing
mind, (S) [PD, 193]
Those rude old tales!—man’s memory augurs ill, (S) [RM, 168]
Those stepping-stones, that cross the meadow-streams, (S) [RM, 161]
Thou little Insect, infinitely small (S) [PD, 200]
Thou sacred light, that right from wrong
discerns; (S) [PD, 210]
Thou Warble wild, of rough, rude melody!
(S) [PD, 213]
Thou
Winter, thou art keen, intensely keen; [VM1, 197]
Thou’st
been to me a friend indeed, (S) [RM, 174]
Though low my lot, my wish is won, [RM, 84]
Though
o’er the darksome northern hill [VM2, 118]
Three times, sweet hawthorn! I have met thy bower, [VM1, 141]
’Tis hay-time; and the red-complexioned Sun (S) [RM, 160]
’Tis
sweet to recollect life’s past controls, [VM2, 129]
To me how wildly pleasing is that scene
(S) [PD, 197]
To
sober with sad truths the laughing mirth [SC, 103]
To yon low church, with solemn-sounding
knell, [PD, 73]
True love, the virgin’s first fond passion,
[PD, 187]
Truth old as heaven is, and God is Truth, (S) [RM, 150]
Up like a princess starts the merry Morning, (S) [RM, 154]
Up this green woodland-ride let’s softly rove, [RM, 30]
Upon the plain there liv’d a swain, [PD, 167]
Warm
into praises, kindling muse, [VM2, 58]
Waves trough—rebound—and furious boil again, (S) [RM, 166]
Welcome, old Comrade! peeping once again;
[PD, 108]
Welcome, pale Primrose! starting up
between (S) [PD, 194]
Welcome,
red and roundy sun, [VM2, 55]
Welcome, sweet Eve! thy gently sloping sky, (S) [RM, 152]
Well! in my many walks I’ve rarely
found [RM, 76]
“What
ails my love, where can he be? [VM1, 182]
What antidote or charm on earth is found, (S) [PD, 195]
What are life’s joys and gains, [RM, 18]
What boots the toil to follow common fame, (S) [RM, 124]
What’s future fame?—a melody loud playing
(S) [RM, 126]
When Expectation in the bosom heaves, (S) [PD, 212]
When
I meet Peggy in my morning walk, [VM1, 189]
When
nature’s beauty shone complete, [VM1, 143]
When
Night’s last Hours, like haunting spirits, creep [SC, 210]
When once the sun sinks in the west, (S) [RM, 137]
“Where
art thou wandering, little child?” [VM2, 29]
Where is the heart thou once hast won,
[RM, 53]
Where lonesome woodlands close surrounding
[PD, 172]
Where over many a stile, ’neath willows grey, [SC, 119]
Where the dark ivy the thorn-tree is mounting, [VM1, 103]
Where winding Gwash whirls round its
wildest scene, (S) [PD, 209]
While
learned poets rush to bold extremes, [VM1, 3]
Who lives where beggars rarely speed, [PD, 159]
Why
is the cuckoo’s melody preferred, (S) [RM, 121]
Winter’s
gone, the summer breezes [VM2, 34]
Withering
and keen the Winter comes, [SC, 1]
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn
bush, (S) [RM, 128]
Within this pleasant wood, beside the lane, (S) [RM, 169]
Ye injur’d fields, ye once were gay, [VM2, 48]
Ye
meaner beauties cease your pride, [PD, 102]
Ye simple weeds, that make the desert gay, (S) [RM, 141]
Ye swampy falls of pasture ground, [PD, 140]