ONCE...............21 And all at once their breath drew in Ancyent Marinere III And having once turn'd round, walks on Ancyent Marinere VI At once, as by the north side of the Chapel Foster-Mother And once as he was working in the cellar, Foster-Mother At once, with rash disdain he turned away, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite The evening star: and once when he awoke Nightingale And he beholds the moon, and hush'd at once Nightingale He may associate Joy! Once more farewell, Nightingale Sweet Nightingale! once more, my friends! farewell. Nightingale Can I forget what charms did once adorn Female Vagrant And in a quiet home once more my father slept. Female Vagrant And once, behind a rick of barley, Goody Blake I've heard he once was tall. Simon Lee At once that he is poor. Simon Lee A fire was once within my brain; Mad Mother It came at once to do me good; Mad Mother Such heart did once the poet bless, Near Richmond For once could have thee close to me, Forsaken Indian -- Once again Tintern Abbey The wild green landscape. Once again I see Tintern Abbey May I behold in thee what I was once, Tintern Abbey
ONE................64 And he stoppeth one of three: Ancyent Marinere I The Horned Moon, with one bright Star Ancyent Marinere III One after one by the horned Moon Ancyent Marinere III One after one by the horned Moon Ancyent Marinere III They dropp'd down one by one. Ancyent Marinere III They dropp'd down one by one. Ancyent Marinere III The rain pours down from one black cloud Ancyent Marinere V The body and I pull'd at one rope, Ancyent Marinere V Now mix'd, now one by one. Ancyent Marinere V Now mix'd, now one by one. Ancyent Marinere V "Is it he? quoth one, "Is this the man? Ancyent Marinere V Like one, that on a lonely road Ancyent Marinere VI Each one a lovely light: Ancyent Marinere VI Like one that hath been seven days drown'd Ancyent Marinere VII He went, like one that hath been stunn'd Ancyent Marinere VII Can no one hear? It is a perilous tale! Foster-Mother No one. Foster-Mother By one soft impulse saved from vacancy. Yew-Tree near Esthwaite I well remember. -- He was one who own'd Yew-Tree near Esthwaite If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Is ever on himself, doth look on one, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite The least of nature's works, one who might move Yew-Tree near Esthwaite But never elsewhere in one place I knew Nightingale And one low piping sound more sweet than all -- Nightingale With one sensation, and those wakeful Birds Nightingale As if one quick and sudden Gale had swept Nightingale One field, a flock, and what the neighboring flood Female Vagrant Like one revived, upon his neck I wept, Female Vagrant All perished -- all, in one remorseless year, Female Vagrant Husband and children! one by one, by sword Female Vagrant Husband and children! one by one, by sword Female Vagrant Will often live in one small cottage, Goody Blake And bring no book, for this one day Lines near my House One moment now may give us more Lines near my House And bring no book; for this one day Lines near my House And, though he has but one eye left, Simon Lee His master's dead, and no one now Simon Lee One summer-day I chanced to see Simon Lee One morn we stroll'd on our dry walk, Anecdote for Fathers And all had joined in one endeavour The Thorn For the true reason no one knows, The Thorn Sad case, as you may think, for one The Thorn There's no one that could ever tell; The Thorn There's no one knows, as I have said, The Thorn For one day with my telescope, The Thorn But such a one, on English ground, Last of the Flock And from this one, this single ewe, Last of the Flock They dwindled, dwindled, one by one, Last of the Flock They dwindled, dwindled, one by one, Last of the Flock They dwindled one by one away; Last of the Flock They dwindled one by one away; Last of the Flock I had but only one, Last of the Flock And fiendish faces one, two, three, Mad Mother There's not a mother, no not one, Idiot Boy The clock is on the stroke of one; Idiot Boy And one hand rubs his old night-cap. Idiot Boy One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake, Expostulation One impulse from a vernal wood Tables Turned His gait, is one expression; every limb, Old Man Travelling To settled quiet: he is one by whom Old Man Travelling All effort seems forgotten, one to whom Old Man Travelling Another day, a single one! Forsaken Indian "But one, whose first wish is the wish to be good, Convict Flying from something that he dreads, than one Tintern Abbey
