To mock the wandering Voice beside some haunted stream. Cuckoo-clock, 30–33.

The adamantine holds of truth (Prelude, v. 39); cf. P. L. i. 48, ii. 646, etc. Towers amain (Desc. Sketches, 459; also blew amain, runs amain, etc., Prelude, i. 334, x. 373, etc.); cf. Lycidas, 111, P. L. ii. 165, 1024, etc.

If willing audience fail not (Prelude, xi. 350), attentive audience (Excursion, iii. 600), how win Due audience ("The Baptist might have been," 3-4); cf. P. L. ii. 308, v. 804, ix. 674, xii. 12.

Begirt with silver bells (Processions, 23), temporal shapes (Prelude, viii. 496), battlements (Excursion, ii. 843-4); cf. P. L. i. 581, v. 868, P. R. ii. 213.

In the flower-besprent meadows (At Vallombrosa, 13), plains Besprent... with steeple-towers (Excursion, vi. 17-18); cf. Comus, 542.

Commerce with the summer night (Desc. Sketches, 578), the sun (Eccl. Sonnets,

III. xlvi. 13), etc.; cf. Penseroso, 39.

Compeer (Prelude x. 199, Excursion viii. 581, ix. 431, etc.); cf. P. L. i. 127, iv. 974. Up-coiling, and... convolved (Yew-trees, 18); cf. P. L. vi. 328.

Like a bird Darkling (Peter Bell, 344-5), darkling wren (Duddon, vii. 13), etc.; cf. P. L. iii. 38-9.

With descant soft (Redbreast, 41), the descant [bird-song], and the wind (“In desultory walk," 10); cf. P. L. iv. 603.

The embattled East ("O, for a kindling touch," 7), embattled House (Duddon, xxvii. 3), embattled hall (Eccl. Sonnets, II. vi. 6); cf. P. L. i. 129, vi. 16, etc. Showed her fulgent head ("The Shepherd," 5), fulgent west (Gipsies, 14), fulgent eye ("The imperial Stature," 7), fulgent spectacle (Prelude, x. 526); cf. P. L. X. 449. - Refulgent cars (To Enterprise, 110), refulgent spectacle (Excursion, ix. 611); cf. P. L. vi. 527. — Bright effulgence (Vernal Ode, 11), solemn effulgence ("When the soft hand," 78), etc.; cf. P. L. iii. 388, v. 458, vi. 680. The smooth glozings of the indulgent world (Excursion, vi. 1086); cf. P. L. iii. 93, Comus, 161.

A griesly sight (White Doe, 244), griesly object (Epistle to Beaumont, 130), etc.; cf. P. L. i. 670, ii. 704, etc.

A God, incumbent o'er her breast (Aeneid, 88), incumbent o'er the surface (Prelude, iv. 272), etc.; cf. P. L. i. 226.

She can so inform [= form within] The mind (Tintern Abbey, 125-6), inform The mind with... truth (Excursion, ix. 301-2), patriots informed with Apostolic light (Eccl. Sonnets, III. xv. 1), etc.; cf. P. L. iii. 593.

Natural inlets of just sentiment (Prelude, ix. 350); cf. Comus, 839. While jocund June (Guilt and Sorrow, 413), with a jocund voice (Michael, 299), jocund din (Prelude, v. 379), etc.; cf. Allegro, 94, Comus, 173, 985, etc. Massy (The Waggoner, 642, Peter Bell, 357, and eleven times more); cf. P. L. i. 285, 703, etc. (nine times more).

Ministrant To comfort (To John Wordsworth, 49–50); cf. P. L. x. 87, P. R. ii. 385. One oblivious winter (Primrose of the Rock, 45), amid oblivious weeds (Eccl. Sonnets, I. xvii. 10), oblivious tendencies (Excursion, i. 928), etc.; cf. P. L. i. 266.

With oozy hair ("At early dawn," 8); cf. Lycidas, 175.

With orient rays ("Weak is the will," 8), beams of orient light ("While beams of," 1), orient gems (Excursion, iv. 568), etc.; cf. P. L. ii. 399, iii. 507, iv. 644, etc.

A punctual presence (Prelude, viii. 610); cf. P. L. viii. 23.

Girls

a happy rout (Ruth, 49), a rout... left Sir Walter's Hall (Hart-leap Well, 13), a rout of giddy Bacchanals (Three Cottage Girls, 35-6), etc.; cf. P. L. i. 747, X. 534, etc.

Of their approach Sagacious (Prelude, viii. 224-5); cf. P. L. x. 281.

Sapient priests (Prelude, xi. 460), sapient Germany (“Alas, what boots," 8), sapient Art ("In desultory walk," 25); cf. P. L. ix. 442.

From specular towers ("Hope smiled," 9); cf. P. R. iv. 236, P. L. xii. 588–9.
She

a stalist prudent (Vernal Ode, 101), Art thou a Statist in the van? (Poet's Epitaph, 1), modern statists (Prelude, xiii. 72); cf. P. R. iv. 354.

Anguish strayed from her Tartarean den (Vernal Ode, 130), Tartarean flags (Eccl. Sonnets, II. xxxvi. 12), Tartarean darkness (Excursion, iv. 297); cf. P. L. ii. 69, vii. 238.

Celestial with terrene (Eccl. Sonnets, II. xxv. 14); cf. P. L. vi. 78.

With umbrage wide (Evening Walk, 106), the pining umbrage (Yew-trees, 22), trees whose lofty umbrage (Brownie's Cell, 4), their leafy umbrage (Excursion, iv. 1067), etc.; cf. P. L. ix. 1087.

The unapparent face [of Napoleon] ("Haydon! let worthier judges," 9), acknowledged tie Though unapparent (“No more," 5-6), unapparent fount (Excursion, ix. 605); cf. P. L. vii. 103.

Some un premeditated strains (Prelude, xiii. 353, cf. Excursion, ix. 556); cf. P. L. ix. 24.

The unweeting Child (Vaudracour and Julia, 208), unweeting that... the joy ("To public notice," 9); cf. Comus, 539, P. L. x. 335, 916, etc.

Push forth His arms, as swimmers use ("A little onward," 29-30); cf. Lycidas,
67, 136, etc.

Spread their plumy vans ("A little onward," 32), each wing a tiny van (Vernal
Ode, 114); cf. P. R. iv. 583, P. L. ii. 927.

In vermeil colours (White Doe, ii. 12); cf. Comus, 752.

A viewless flight (Desc. Sketches, 69), the viewless winds (Prelude, v. 596), etc.; cf. Comus, 92, P. L. iii. 518, Passion, 50.

Volant spirit (In Lombardy, 13), volant tribe (“A volant Tribe," 1); cf. P. L. xi. 561.

O'er the pavement. . . Weller and flash ("Dogmatic Teachers," 11-12), if my spirit toss and welter (Inscriptions in Hermit's Cell, iv. 7), waves...weltering, die away (Evening Walk, 122); cf. Nativity, 124, Lycidas, 13, P. L. i. 78.

And Lydian airs.

And ever, against eating cares,

Lap me in soft Lydian airs.

To one who has been long in city pent,
'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven.

As one who, long in populous city pent...
Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe

Among the pleasant villages and farms.

How tiptoe Night holds back her dark-grey hood.
The grey-hooded Even.

A mad-pursuing of the fog-born elf,

Whose flitting lantern, through rude nettle-briar,
Cheats us into a bog, into a fire.

A wandering fire,

Compact of unctuous vapour ...

Which oft, they say, some evil spirit attends ...
Misleads the amazed night-wanderer from his way

To bogs and mires.

And he, by friar's lantern led.

Epistle to G. F. Mathew, 17-18.
Vulgar Superstition, 7.

Allegro, 135-6.

"To one who has," 1-3.

P. L. ix. 445-8.

Endymion, i. 831.
Comus, 188.

Ib. ii. 277-9 (original form).

P. L. ix. 634-41.
Allegro, 104.

1 These parallels (and much of the diction) were selected from those pointed out in De Sélincourt's edition of Keats.

A thousand fantasies

Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names
On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.

And the grass, therewith besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent.
Of knot-grass dew-bes prent.

Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth.
Hid from the world in a low-delvèd tomb.

Deep in forest drear.

Of forests, and enchantments drear.

Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn.
Sweet is the breath of Morn.

Am I to leave this haven of my rest,
This cradle of my glory, this soft clime,
This calm luxuriance of blissful light,

These crystalline pavilions, and pure fanes?
"Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,"
Said then the lost Archangel, “this the seat

That we must change for Heaven? this mournful gloom

For that celestial light?"

When the chill rain begins at shut of eve.

Vanish'd unseasonably at shut of eve.
At blushing shut of day.

Return'd at shut of evening flowers.

Who cost her mother Tellus keener pangs.
Which cost Ceres all that pain.

With locks not oozy.

His oozy locks he laves.

Too full of joy and soft delicious warmth.
This soft ethereal frame.

The soft delicious air. . . .

Their soft ethereal warmth.

In aid soft warble from the Dorian flute.
The Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders.

(By the touch
Of scent,) not far from roses. Turning round,
I saw an arbour with a drooping roof
Of trellis vines, and bells, and larger blooms,
Like floral censers, swinging light in air;
Before its wreathed doorway, on a mound
Of moss, was spread a feast of summer fruits,
Which, nearer seen, seem'd refuse of a meal
By angel tasted or our Mother Eve;

For empty shells were scatter'd on the grass,
And grape-stalks but half bare, and remnants more,
Sweet-smelling, whose pure kinds I could not know....
Among the fragrant husks and berries crush'd

Upon the grass.

P. L. ii. 400, 601.

Hyperion, iii. 12.
P. L. i. 550-1.

Fall of Hyperion, i. 23-34, 52-3.

(A reference to P. L. v. 298-395; note particularly,