SUMMER..............3 Singest of summer in full-throated ease. Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 1 The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 5 For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. To Autumn Stanza 1
SUN.................1 Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; To Autumn Stanza 1
SUNBURNT............1 Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 2
SUNG................1 And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Ode to Psyche Stanza 1
SUNK................1 One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 1
SURELY..............1 Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see Ode to Psyche Stanza 1
SURPRISE............1 And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise, Ode to Psyche Stanza 1
SWALLOWS............1 And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. To Autumn Stanza 3
SWATH...............1 Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; To Autumn Stanza 2
SWEET...............6 By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, Ode to Psyche Stanza 1 No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet Ode to Psyche Stanza 3 Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet Ode to Psyche Stanza 4 Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 2 But, in embalmèd darkness, guess each sweet Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 5 With a sweet kernel, to set budding more, To Autumn Stanza 1
SWEETER.............1 Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 2
SWEETLY.............1 A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 1
SWELL...............1 To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells To Autumn Stanza 1
SWINGED.............1 From swingèd censer teeming; Ode to Psyche Stanza 4
SYLVAN..............1 Sylvan historian, who canst thus express Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 1
TAKE................1 To take into the air my quiet breath; Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 6
TALE................1 A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 1
TASTE...............1 His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, Ode on Melancholy Stanza 3
TASTING.............1 Tasting of Flora and the country green, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 2
TEARS...............1 She stood in tears amid the alien corn; Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 7
TEASE...............1 Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 5
TEEMING.............2 From chain-swung censer teeming; Ode to Psyche Stanza 3 From swingèd censer teeming; Ode to Psyche Stanza 4
TELL................1 Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 4
TEMPE...............1 In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 1
TEMPLE..............2 Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none, Ode to Psyche Stanza 3 Ay, in the very temple of Delight Ode on Melancholy Stanza 3
TENDER..............2 At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love Ode to Psyche Stanza 2 Already with thee! tender is the night, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 4
THAN................5 Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-region'd star, Ode to Psyche Stanza 3 Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none, Ode to Psyche Stanza 3 A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 1 Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 5 Now more than ever seems it rich to die, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 6
THAT...............15 And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Ode to Psyche Stanza 1 That shadowy thought can win, Ode to Psyche Stanza 5 Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 3 That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 3 Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 4 `Beauty is truth, truth beauty, -- that is all Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 5 That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, Ode on Melancholy Stanza 2 She dwells with Beauty -- Beauty that must die; Ode on Melancholy Stanza 3 That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 1 O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 2 That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 2 Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 7 The same that oft-times hath Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 7 Fled is that music -- Do I wake or sleep? Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 8 With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run, To Autumn Stanza 1
THATCH-EVES.........1 With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run, To Autumn Stanza 1
THE...............106 The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyes? Ode to Psyche Stanza 1 And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise, Ode to Psyche Stanza 1 In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof Ode to Psyche Stanza 1 They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass; Ode to Psyche Stanza 2 The winged boy I knew; Ode to Psyche Stanza 2 Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky; Ode to Psyche Stanza 3 Upon the midnight hours; Ode to Psyche Stanza 3 Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, Ode to Psyche Stanza 4 When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Ode to Psyche Stanza 4 Holy the air, the water, and the fire; Ode to Psyche Stanza 4 Holy the air, the water, and the fire; Ode to Psyche Stanza 4 Holy the air, the water, and the fire; Ode to Psyche Stanza 4 Fluttering among the faint Olympians, Ode to Psyche Stanza 4 Upon the midnight hours; Ode to Psyche Stanza 4 Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind: Ode to Psyche Stanza 5 Fledge the wild-ridgèd mountains steep by steep; Ode to Psyche Stanza 5 The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep; Ode to Psyche Stanza 5 And in the midst of this wide quietness Ode to Psyche Stanza 5 With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, Ode to Psyche Stanza 5 With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Ode to Psyche Stanza 5 Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same Ode to Psyche Stanza 5 To let the warm Love in! Ode to Psyche Stanza 5 In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 1 Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 2 Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 2 Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 2 Though winning near the goal -- yet, do not grieve: Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 2 Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 3 Who are these coming to the sacrifice? Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 4 Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 4 With forest branches and the trodden weed; Ode on a Grecian Urn Stanza 5 Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Ode on Melancholy Stanza 1 Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Ode on Melancholy Stanza 1 Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl Ode on Melancholy Stanza 1 And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul. Ode on Melancholy Stanza 1 And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul. Ode on Melancholy Stanza 1 But when the melancholy fit shall fall Ode on Melancholy Stanza 2 That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, Ode on Melancholy Stanza 2 And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Ode on Melancholy Stanza 2 Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Ode on Melancholy Stanza 2 Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Ode on Melancholy Stanza 2 Or on the wealth of globèd peonies; Ode on Melancholy Stanza 2 Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ode on Melancholy Stanza 3 Ay, in the very temple of Delight Ode on Melancholy Stanza 3 His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, Ode on Melancholy Stanza 3 Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 1 That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 1 Cool'd a long age in the deep-delvèd earth, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 2 Tasting of Flora and the country green, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 2 O for a beaker full of the warm south, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 2 Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 2 Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 2 With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 2 That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 2 And with thee fade away into the forest dim - Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 2 What thou among the leaves hast never known, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 3 The weariness, the fever, and the fret Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 3 The weariness, the fever, and the fret Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 3 The weariness, the fever, and the fret Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 3 But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 4 Though the dull brain perplexes and retards. Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 4 Already with thee! tender is the night, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 4 And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 4 Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 4 Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 5 Wherewith the seasonable month endows Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 5 The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 5 The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 5 The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 5 White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 5 The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 5 The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 5 To take into the air my quiet breath; Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 6 To cease upon the midnight with no pain, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 6 The voice I hear this passing night was heard Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 7 Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 7 Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 7 She stood in tears amid the alien corn; Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 7 The same that oft-times hath Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 7 Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 7 Forlorn! the very word is like a bell Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 8 Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 8 Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 8 Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 8 Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 8 In the next valley-glades: Ode to a Nightingale Stanza 8 Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; To Autumn Stanza 1 With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run, To Autumn Stanza 1 With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run, To Autumn Stanza 1 To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, To Autumn Stanza 1 And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core, To Autumn Stanza 1 To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells To Autumn Stanza 1 To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells To Autumn Stanza 1 And still more, later flowers for the bees, To Autumn Stanza 1 Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind, To Autumn Stanza 2 Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook To Autumn Stanza 2 Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; To Autumn Stanza 2 Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. To Autumn Stanza 2 Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? To Autumn Stanza 3 While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day, To Autumn Stanza 3 And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue, To Autumn Stanza 3 Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn To Autumn Stanza 3 Among the river shallows, borne aloft To Autumn Stanza 3 Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies, To Autumn Stanza 3 The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, To Autumn Stanza 3 And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. To Autumn Stanza 3
