98

78

In due observance
Inland, within a hollow
vale,
In my mind's eye a Temple 60
Intent on gathering wool 57
Intrepid sons of Albion! 106
I rose while yet the cattle, 197
I saw a Mother's eye
I saw far off

I saw the figure
Is Death, when evil
Is it a reed

Is then no nook

Is there a power

Is this, ye Gods,
I thought of Thee,

257

venturer.

Lo where she stands
Lowther! in thy

136

245

118

74

to reverence,

61

Mercy and love

Men, who have ceased

209

24

112

trip.
Methinks that to some

137

200

16

vacant

It is a beauteous evening,

know not

Methought I saw

15

Mid-noon is past;

195

Milton thou shouldst

O'er the wide earth,

93

O Friend!

79

12

68

7

Mother! whose virgin

bosom

Motions and Means,
My frame hath often

180

192

140

. 188

NEAR Anio's stream,
No fiction was it.
No mortal object.
No record tells of lance
Nor can I not believe
Nor scorn the aid
Nor shall the eternal roll 248
Nor wants the cause 206
Not envyingLatian shades 183
Not hurled precipitous 199

Not in the mines.
Not Love, not War,
Not 'mid the World's

210

182

24

Oft have I seen,

Oft through thy fair
domains,

O gentle sleep,

Oh what a wreck !

O mountain Stream!
Once did She hold

Once more the Church 229
Once on the top
Tynwald's

One might believe
One who was suffering
On, loitering Muse
On to Iona !_
Open your gates,.
Our bodily life
Outstretching
ward

90

213
188

45

Pelion and Ossa

172

118

Not, like his great Com-
peers,
Not utterly unworthy.
Now that all hearts 105

PART fenced by man,

Pastor and Patriot!