The Concordance
A-BED...............2
A-bed or up, to young or old; Goody Blake
A-bed or up, by night or day; Goody Blake
ABATED..............1
"When the Marinere's trance is abated. Ancyent Marinere VI
ABIDE...............3
And no where did abide: Ancyent Marinere IV
We sought a home where we uninjured might abide. Female Vagrant
Where by the week he doth abide, Idiot Boy
ABIDES..............1
True dignity abides with him alone Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
ABOUT..............19
About, about, in reel and rout Ancyent Marinere II
About, about, in reel and rout Ancyent Marinere II
About my neck was hung. Ancyent Marinere II
To and fro are hurried about; Ancyent Marinere V
Who sung a doleful song about green fields, Foster-Mother
And many a rotten bough about. Goody Blake
When with her load she turned about, Goody Blake
And blankets were about him pinn'd; Goody Blake
About, below, above; Lines near my House
About the root of an old tree, Simon Lee
"You run about, my little maid, We Are Seven
About its mother's heart, and brought The Thorn
That Martha Ray about this time The Thorn
I turned about and heard her cry, The Thorn
I went my work about. Last of the Flock
About that tight and deadly band Mad Mother
-- Why bustle thus about your door, Idiot Boy
She stops, she stands, she looks about, Idiot Boy
Perhaps he's turned himself about, Idiot Boy
ABOVE..............11
Right up above the mast did stand, Ancyent Marinere II
While clombe above the Eastern bar Ancyent Marinere III
The sun right up above the mast Ancyent Marinere V
That stands above the rock: Ancyent Marinere VI
Now below, and now above, Lewti
Peering above the trees, the steeple tower, Female Vagrant
The cold, cold moon above her head, Goody Blake
About, below, above; Lines near my House
The moon that shines above his head Idiot Boy
In high and low, above, below, Idiot Boy
The sun above the mountain's head, Tables Turned
ABROAD..............3
There's neither horse nor man abroad, Idiot Boy
"There's not a single soul abroad." Idiot Boy
And who is she, be-times abroad, Idiot Boy
ABSENCE.............1
Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, Tintern Abbey
ABSENT..............1
Though absent long, Tintern Abbey
ABUNDANT............1
Abundant recompence. For I have learned Tintern Abbey
ABUSED..............1
Is, that I have my inner self abused, Female Vagrant
ACCUSED.............1
And oft of cruelty the sky accused; Female Vagrant
ACHE................1
And made her poor old bones to ache, Goody Blake
ACHING..............1
And all its aching joys are now no more, Tintern Abbey
ACROSS..............3
And now across this moor my steps I bend -- Female Vagrant
Across the bridge that's in the dale, Idiot Boy
I'll follow you across the snow, Forsaken Indian
ACTIVE..............1
The bending body of my active sire; Female Vagrant
ACTS................1
His little, nameless, unremembered acts Tintern Abbey
ADORN...............1
Can I forget what charms did once adorn Female Vagrant
ADRIFT..............1
By grief enfeebled was I turned adrift, Female Vagrant
ADVANC'D............1
The bodies had advanc'd, and now Ancyent Marinere VI
ADVENTURES..........1
For sure he met with strange adventures. Idiot Boy
AFEAR'D.............1
"I am afear'd. -- "Push on, push on! Ancyent Marinere VII
AFFECTIONS..........1
In which the affections gently lead us on, Tintern Abbey
AFFLICTION..........1
Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap, Female Vagrant
AFFLICTS............1
But, what afflicts my peace with keenest ruth Female Vagrant
AFLOAT..............1
My body lay afloat: Ancyent Marinere VII
AFRAID..............2
And I'm afraid that you expect Simon Lee
Then, pretty dear, be not afraid; Mad Mother
AFTER..............14
Day after day, day after day, Ancyent Marinere II
Day after day, day after day, Ancyent Marinere II
One after one by the horned Moon Ancyent Marinere III
Soon after they arrived in that new world, Foster-Mother
And cottage after cottage owned its sway, Female Vagrant
Small help, and after marriage such as mine, Female Vagrant
Stick after stick did Goody pull, Goody Blake
"And often after sunset, Sir, We Are Seven
They say, full six months after this, The Thorn
And after youthful follies ran, Last of the Flock
Year after year my stock it grew, Last of the Flock
Point after point did she discuss; Idiot Boy
To blow against thee: and in after years, Tintern Abbey
That after many wanderings, many years Tintern Abbey
