ORCHARD.............1 I hurried with him to our orchard plot, Nightingale
ORCHARD-TUFTS.......1 These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Tintern Abbey
ORPHAN'S............1 An orphan's curse would drag to Hell Ancyent Marinere IV
OTHER..............12 The other was a softer voice Ancyent Marinere V We seemed still more and more to prize each other: Female Vagrant To him we turned: -- we had no other aid. Female Vagrant And other joys my fancy to allure; Female Vagrant And with this other maid to church The Thorn And other sheep from her I raised, Last of the Flock With other ministrations, thou, O nature! Dungeon With other names, an endless string, Idiot Boy Are shouting to each other still: Idiot Boy Some other loiterer beguiling. Near Richmond O Thames! that other bards may see, Near Richmond Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur: other gifts Tintern Abbey
OTHER'S.............1 They answer and provoke each other's songs -- Nightingale
OTHERS..............3 With mournful joy, to think that others felt Yew-Tree near Esthwaite But others say he's eighty. Simon Lee And others, I've heard many swear, The Thorn
OUR................37 "And they answer'd not our cheer. Ancyent Marinere VII And now for our dear homes. -- That strain again! Nightingale I hurried with him to our orchard plot, Nightingale Then rose a mansion proud our woods among, Female Vagrant Glimmer'd our dear-loved home, alas! no longer ours! Female Vagrant We talked of marriage and our marriage day; Female Vagrant What tender vows our last sad kiss delayed! Female Vagrant Green fields before us and our native shore, Female Vagrant Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap, Female Vagrant Better our dying bodies to obtrude, Female Vagrant The pains and plagues that on our heads came down, Female Vagrant But when the ice our streams did fetter, Goody Blake That stands beside our door. Lines near my House Now that our morning meal is done, Lines near my House Our living Calendar: Lines near my House Our minds shall drink at every pore Lines near my House Some silent laws our hearts may make, Lines near my House Our temper from to-day. Lines near my House We'll frame the measure of our souls, Lines near my House One morn we stroll'd on our dry walk, Anecdote for Fathers Our quiet house all full in view, Anecdote for Fathers "Our home by Kilve's delightful shore, Anecdote for Fathers My pride was tamed, and in our grief, Last of the Flock And this place our forefathers made for man! Dungeon This is the process of our love and wisdom, Dungeon Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks -- Dungeon While our four travelers homeward wend; Idiot Boy 'Till all our minds for ever flow Near Richmond "Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Expostulation "Against, or with our will. Expostulation "Which of themselves our minds impress. Expostulation Our minds and hearts to bless -- Tables Turned Our meddling intellect Tables Turned "With o'erweening complacence our state to compare, Convict And even the motion of our human blood Tintern Abbey Through all the years of this our life, to lead Tintern Abbey Our chearful faith that all which we behold Tintern Abbey
OURS................2 Glimmer'd our dear-loved home, alas! no longer ours! Female Vagrant "That we can feed this mind of ours, Expostulation
OUT................17 Out of the Sea came he: Ancyent Marinere I Out of the Sea came he; Ancyent Marinere II And to and fro, and in and out Ancyent Marinere V "For that, which comes out of thine eye, doth make Ancyent Marinere V Thus looking out did Harry stand; Goody Blake "God! who art never out of hearing, Goody Blake For when the chiming hounds are out, Simon Lee Old Ruth works out of doors with him, Simon Lee So fast out of his heart, I thought Simon Lee The budding twigs spread out their fan, Lines in Early Spring They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot; Dungeon He lengthens out his lonely shout, Idiot Boy There's scarce a soul that's out of bed; Idiot Boy She watches till he's out of sight, Idiot Boy He never will be out of humour. Idiot Boy Could lend out of that moment's store Idiot Boy They lengthen out the tremulous sob, Idiot Boy
OUT-HOUSE...........1 From the cross timber of an out-house hung; Female Vagrant
