- I. To My Brother George - Many the wonders I this day have seen:
- II. To * * * * * * - Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs
- III. Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison - What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state
- IV. - How many bards gild the lapses of time!
- V. To a Friend who sent me some Roses - As late I rambled in the happy fields,
- VI. To G. A. W - Nymph of the downward smile, and sidelong glance,
- VII. - O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
- VIII. To My Brothers - Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,
- IX. - Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
- X. - To one who has been long in city pent,
- XI. On first looking into Chapman's Homer - Much have I traveled in the realms of gold,
- XII. On leaving some Friends at an early Hour - Give me a golden pen, and let me lean
- XIII. Addressed to Haydon - Highmindedness, a jealousy for good,
- XIV. Addressed to the Same - Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
- XV. On the Grasshopper and Cricket - The poetry of earth is never dead:
- XVI. To Kosciusko - Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
- XVII. - Keats - Happy is England! I could be content
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