INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE A barking sound the shepherd hears. 35 217 Art thou a Statesman, in the van A poet! He hath put his heart to school A point of life between my parents' dust A slumber did my spirit seal A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain All praise the likeness by thy skill pourtrayed An age hath been when earth was proud Art thou the bird whom man loves best At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears Before I see another day Behold her, single in the field 147 Behold, within the leafy shade 116 Blest is this isle-our native land 303 Bright flower, whose home is everywhere! 120 253 By their floating mill 127 Calvert! it must not be unheard by them. Come ye-who, if which Heaven avert!) the land Dear child of nature, let them rail! . Earth has not anything to show more fair. England! the time is come when thou should'st wean Fair is the swan, whose majesty, prevailing Five years have past; five summers, with the length Go, faithful portrait! and where long hath knelt 215 -Hast thou then survived Here pause: the poet claims at least this praise I am not one who much or oft delight I saw an aged beggar in my walk I saw far off the dark top of a pine I shiver, spirit fierce and bold . I thought of thee, my partner and my guide I travelled among unknown men I've watched you now a full half-hour I wandered lonely as a cloud I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged pile! I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret If from the public way you turn your steps If nature, for a favourite child If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven In these fair vales hath many a tree In the sweet shire of Cardigan In this still place, remote from men |