OILS................1 The water, like a witch's oils, Ancyent Marinere II
OLD................43 Had I from old and young; Ancyent Marinere II The rotted old Oak-stump. Ancyent Marinere VII Old men, and babes, and loving friends, Ancyent Marinere VII Poor old Leoni! -- Angels rest his soul! Foster-Mother Which props the hanging wall of the old chapel? Foster-Mother Come, we will rest on this old mossy Bridge! Nightingale He loved his old hereditary nook, Female Vagrant All but the bed where his old body lay, Female Vagrant Auld Goody Blake was old and poor, Goody Blake Two poor old dames, as I have known, Goody Blake Oh! then how her old bones would shake! Goody Blake And made her poor old bones to ache, Goody Blake Than an old hedge to Goody Blake? Goody Blake When her old bones were cold and chill, Goody Blake This trespass of old Goody Blake, Goody Blake He watch'd to seize old Goody Blake. Goody Blake A-bed or up, to young or old; Goody Blake An old man dwells, a little man, Simon Lee To poor old Simon Lee! Simon Lee Old Ruth works out of doors with him, Simon Lee His poor old ancles swell. Simon Lee This old man doing all he could Simon Lee About the root of an old tree, Simon Lee That at the root of the old tree Simon Lee At which the poor old man so long Simon Lee I have a boy of five years old, Anecdote for Fathers She was eight years old, she said; We Are Seven There is a thorn; it looks so old, The Thorn It looks so old and grey. The Thorn The pond -- and thorn, so old and grey, The Thorn Old Farmer Simpson did maintain, The Thorn But that she goes to this old thorn, The Thorn Old Susan, she who dwells alone, Idiot Boy Old Susan lies a bed in pain, Idiot Boy Or she will die, old Susan Gale. Idiot Boy To comfort poor old Susan Gale. Idiot Boy At poor old Susan then she railed, Idiot Boy And one hand rubs his old night-cap. Idiot Boy To comfort poor old Susan Gale. Idiot Boy Who is it, but old Susan Gale? Idiot Boy "Why William, on that old grey stone, Expostulation "I sit upon this old grey stone, Expostulation With envy, what the old man hardly feels. Old Man Travelling
OLIVE-GREEN.........1 Of olive-green and scarlet bright, The Thorn
ON................146 The wedding-guest sate on a stone, Ancyent Marinere I And thus spake on that ancyent man, Ancyent Marinere I And he shone bright, and on the right Ancyent Marinere I And thus spake on that ancyent Man, Ancyent Marinere I In mist or cloud on mast or shroud Ancyent Marinere I Alone on the wide wide Sea; Ancyent Marinere IV And Christ would take no pity on Ancyent Marinere IV Liv'd on -- and so did I. Ancyent Marinere IV Lay like a load on my weary eye, Ancyent Marinere IV The look with which they look'd on me, Ancyent Marinere IV A spirit from on high: Ancyent Marinere IV Sure my kind saint took pity on me, Ancyent Marinere IV The silly buckets on the deck Ancyent Marinere V The stars dance on between. Ancyent Marinere V The helmsman steer'd, the ship mov'd on; Ancyent Marinere V It ceas'd: yet still the sails made on Ancyent Marinere V Till noon we silently sail'd on Ancyent Marinere V "By him who died on cross, Ancyent Marinere V "What makes that ship drive on so fast? Ancyent Marinere VI "She looketh down on him. Ancyent Marinere VI "But why drives on that ship so fast Ancyent Marinere VI I woke, and we were sailing on Ancyent Marinere VI All stood together on the deck, Ancyent Marinere VI All fix'd on me their stony eyes Ancyent Marinere VI Like one, that on a lonely road Ancyent Marinere VI And having once turn'd round, walks on Ancyent Marinere VI But soon there breath'd a wind on me, Ancyent Marinere VI On me alone it blew. Ancyent Marinere VI And on the bay the moon light lay, Ancyent Marinere VI Their stony eye-balls glitter'd on Ancyent Marinere VI On every corse there stood. Ancyent Marinere VI Like music on my heart. Ancyent Marinere VI On me alone it blew. Ancyent Marinere VI "I am afear'd. -- "Push on, push on! Ancyent Marinere VII "I am afear'd. -- "Push on, push on! Ancyent Marinere VII Under the water it rumbled on, Ancyent Marinere VII I stood on the firm land! Ancyent Marinere VII Alone on a wide wide sea: Ancyent Marinere VII Now blessings on the man, whoe'er he be, Foster-Mother On each side of my chair, and make me learn Foster-Mother [As] hang on brambles. Well, he brought him home, Foster-Mother With earth and water, on the stumps of trees. Foster-Mother Right on their heads. My Lord was sorely frightened; Foster-Mother How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah, Foster-Mother He always doted on the youth, and now Foster-Mother He went on ship-board Foster-Mother And on these barren rocks, with juniper, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite On the more distant scene; how lovely 'tis Yew-Tree near Esthwaite On visionary views would fancy feed, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Is ever on himself, doth look on one, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Is ever on himself, doth look on one, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Come, we will rest on this old mossy Bridge! Nightingale Forget it was not day! On moonlight bushes, Nightingale You may perchance behold them on the twigs, Nightingale On blosmy twig still swinging from the breeze, Nightingale When, LEWTI! on my couch I lie, Lewti On the gently swelling wave. Lewti With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd; Female Vagrant That on his marriage-day sweet music made? Female Vagrant On as we drove, the equinoctial deep Female Vagrant We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep Female Vagrant The pains and plagues that on our heads came down, Female Vagrant Dried up, despairing, desolate, on board Female Vagrant Where looks inhuman dwelt on festering heaps! Female Vagrant And on the gliding vessel Heaven and Ocean smiled. Female Vagrant Helpless as sailor cast on desart rock; Female Vagrant With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall; Female Vagrant Dismissed, again on open day I gazed, Female Vagrant No plough their sinews strained; on grating road Female Vagrant Of potters wandering on from door to door: Female Vagrant The bag-pipe dinning on the midnight moor Female Vagrant Or hang on tiptoe at the lifted latch; Female Vagrant And ear still busy on its nightly watch, Female Vagrant Were not for me, brought up on nothing ill; Female Vagrant Besides, on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brooding still. Female Vagrant On hazard, or what general bounty yields, Female Vagrant Of that perpetual weight which on her spirit lay. Female Vagrant He has a blanket on his back, Goody Blake Her hut was on a clod hill-side, Goody Blake And he on her would vengeance take. Goody Blake Again? -- on tiptoe down the hill Goody Blake And kneeling on the sticks, she pray'd Goody Blake Thus on her knees did Goody pray, Goody Blake Another was on Thursday brought, Goody Blake Put on with speed your woodland dress, Lines near my House With speed put on your woodland dress, Lines near my House One morn we stroll'd on our dry walk, Anecdote for Fathers My thoughts on former pleasures ran; Anecdote for Fathers High on a mountain's highest ridge, The Thorn This thorn you on your left espy; The Thorn And when the whirlwind's on the hill, The Thorn "Or when the whirlwind's on the hill, The Thorn Poor Martha! on that woful day The Thorn A storm came on, and I could see The Thorn A woman seated on the ground. The Thorn She hanged her baby on the tree, The Thorn And fix on it a steady view, The Thorn Whene'er you look on it, 'tis plain The Thorn When she was on the mountain high, The Thorn But such a one, on English ground, Last of the Flock -- "Shame on me, Sir! this lusty lamb, Last of the Flock They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot; Dungeon Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Dungeon She has a baby on her arm, Mad Mother And on the green-wood stone, Mad Mother The babe I carry on my arm, Mad Mother Oh! smile on me, my little lamb! Mad Mother And why on horseback have you set Idiot Boy But Betty's bent on her intent, Idiot Boy On which her idiot boy must ride, Idiot Boy And on he goes beneath the moon. Idiot Boy 'Tis on the stroke -- "If Johnny's near," Idiot Boy The clock is on the stroke of twelve, Idiot Boy On Johnny vile reflections cast; Idiot Boy The clock is on the stroke of one; Idiot Boy 'Tis silence all on every side; Idiot Boy Her thoughts are bent on deadly sin; Idiot Boy Then up she springs as if on wings; Idiot Boy He travels on along the vale. Idiot Boy Perhaps, with head and heels on fire, Idiot Boy And so he'll gallop on for aye, Idiot Boy Sits upright on a feeding horse? Idiot Boy On that side now, and now on this, Idiot Boy On that side now, and now on this, Idiot Boy The moon was setting on the hill, Idiot Boy On all sides doubts and terrors met her; Idiot Boy Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, Near Richmond "Why William, on that old grey stone, Expostulation "You look round on your mother earth, Expostulation How sweet his music; on my life Tables Turned He travels on, and in his face, his step, Old Man Travelling Alas! You might have dragged me on Forsaken Indian On me how strangely did he look! Forsaken Indian -- On the slope of a mountain I stood, Convict His black matted head on his shoulder is bent, Convict On the fetters that link him to death. Convict Tis sorrow enough on that visage to gaze, Convict Still blackens and grows on his view. Convict When his fetters at night have so press'd on his limbs, Convict The wretch on his pallet should turn, Convict Which on a wild secluded scene impress Tintern Abbey On that best portion of a good man's life; Tintern Abbey In which the affections gently lead us on, Tintern Abbey To look on nature, not as in the hour Tintern Abbey Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; Tintern Abbey That on the banks of this delightful stream Tintern Abbey
