| | A bird, who for his other sins 451 |
| | A blessdd lot hath he, who having passed 178 |
| | A green and silent spot, amid the hills 256 |
| | A little further, O my father 288 |
| | A lovely form there sate beside my bed 484 |
| | A low dead Thunder mutter'd thro' the night 502 |
| | A mount, not wearisome and bare and steep 155 |
| | A sumptuous and magnificent Revenge 497 |
| | A sunny shaft did I behold 426 |
| | A sworded mam whose trade is blood 397 |
| | A wind that with Aurora hath abiding 508 |
| | Ah! cease thy tears and sobs, my little Life 91 |
| | Ah! not by Cam or Isis, famous streams 424 |
| | All are not born to soar -- and ah! how few 26 |
| | All look and likeness caught from earth 393 |
| | All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair 447 |
| | All thoughts, all passions, all delights 330 |
| | Almost awake? Why, what is this, and whence 211 |
| | An Ox, long fed with musty hay 299 |
| | And in Life's noisiest hour 499 |
| | And my heart mantles in its own delight 499 |
| | And this place our forefathers made for man 185 |
| | And this reft house is that the which he built 211 |
| | Are there two things, of all which men possess 361 |
| | As I am a Rhymer 477 |
| | As late each flower that sweetest blows 45 |
| | As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain 11 |
| | As late I lay in Slumber's shadowy vale 80 |
| | As late, in wreaths, gay flowers I bound 33 |
| | As late on Skiddaw's mount I lay supine 350 |
| | As oft mine eye with careless glance 104 |
| | As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood 498 |
| | As the shy hind, the soft-eyed gentle Brute 510 |
| | As the tir'd savage, who his drowsy frame 521 |
| | As when a child on some long Winter's night 85 |
| | As when far off the warbled strains are heard 82 |
| | As when the new or full Moon urges 502 |
| | At midnight by the stream I roved 253 |
| | Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song 131, 522 |
| | Away, those cloudy looks, that labouring sigh 90 |
| | 'Be, rather than be called, a child of God' 312 |
| | Behold yon row of pines, that shorn and bow'd 503 |
| | Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun 396 |
| | Beneath this thorn when I was young 269 |
| | Beneath yon birch with silver bark 293 |