- TO M. H.
- A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags...
- It was an April morning: fresh and clear...
- THE FARMER OF TILSBURY VALE
- THE PET-LAMB
- HART-LEAP WELL
- “BLEAK SEASON WAS IT, TURBULENT AND BLEAK”
- On Nature's invitation do I come...
- RUTH
- LUCY GRAY; OR, SOLITUDE
- TO A SEXTON
- THE FOUNTAIN
- THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS
- MATTHEW
- BY THE SIDE OF THE GRAVE SOME YEARS AFTER
- DIRGE
- ADDRESS TO THE SCHOLARS OF THE VILLAGE SCHOOL OF —
- A POET'S EPITAPH
- Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones...
- — The sky is overcast...
- I
- AN EVENING WALK
- WRITTEN IN VERY EARLY YOUTH
- THE POEM