OUTCAST.............1 That outcast of pity behold. Convict
OUTLET..............1 Each pore and natural outlet shrivell'd up Dungeon
OUTRUN..............1 He all the country could outrun, Simon Lee
OVER................5 Till over the mast at noon -- Ancyent Marinere I In wood and thicket over the wide grove Nightingale For she, not over stout of limb, Simon Lee A wind full ten times over. The Thorn And she came far from over the main. Mad Mother
OVERGROWN...........1 With lichens it is overgrown. The Thorn
OVERTASKED..........1 "You're overtasked, good Simon Lee, Simon Lee
OWE.................1 To thee I know too much I owe; Mad Mother
OWED................2 Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, Tintern Abbey To them I may have owed another gift, Tintern Abbey
OWLET...............3 "And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below Ancyent Marinere VII I'll teach him how the owlet sings. Mad Mother The owlet in the moonlight air, Idiot Boy
OWLETS..............3 The owlets hoot, the owlets curr, Idiot Boy The owlets hoot, the owlets curr, Idiot Boy The owlets through the long blue night Idiot Boy
OWLS................5 The owls have hardly sung their last, Idiot Boy The owls have hooted all night long, Idiot Boy And with the owls began my song, Idiot Boy And with the owls must end. Idiot Boy The owls in tuneful concert strive; Idiot Boy
OWN................14 Ne dim ne red, like God's own head, Ancyent Marinere II And I quak'd to think of my own voice Ancyent Marinere V Is this mine own countrée? Ancyent Marinere VI But soon I saw that my own flesh Ancyent Marinere VI And now all in my own Countree Ancyent Marinere VII An emblem of his own unfruitful life: Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Of his own sorrows) he and such as he Nightingale Through pastures not his own, the master took; Female Vagrant As dear as my own children be; Last of the Flock 'Tis all thine own! and if its hue Mad Mother -- Where art thou gone my own dear child? Mad Mother For I thy own dear mother am. Mad Mother "Among the ghosts, his own undoing; Idiot Boy
OWN'D...............1 I well remember. -- He was one who own'd Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
OWNED...............1 And cottage after cottage owned its sway, Female Vagrant
PAC'D...............1 The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall, Ancyent Marinere I
PACE................2 With silent pace, each to his place, Ancyent Marinere VI And when he thinks his pace is slack; Idiot Boy
PACES...............1 Not twenty paces from the door, Simon Lee
PAIN...............23 In most distressful mood (some inward pain Nightingale Beat round, to sweep the streets of want and pain. Female Vagrant A thought resigned with pain, when from the mast Female Vagrant Nor pain nor pity in my bosom raised. Female Vagrant I could not feel a pain. Anecdote for Fathers "Till God released her of her pain, We Are Seven From her exceeding pain. The Thorn And in my head a dull, dull pain; Mad Mother Draw from my heart the pain away. Mad Mother Old Susan lies a bed in pain, Idiot Boy Whether he be in joy or pain, Idiot Boy "What can I do to ease your pain? Idiot Boy "There's nothing that can ease my pain." Idiot Boy Poor Betty! it would ease her pain Idiot Boy Though grief and pain may come to-morrow? Near Richmond A man who does not move with pain, but moves Old Man Travelling My fire is dead: it knew no pain; Forsaken Indian For strong and without pain I lay, Forsaken Indian I should not feel the pain of dying, Forsaken Indian In spite of all my weary pain, Forsaken Indian In the pain of my spirit I said, Convict A thousand sharp punctures of cold-sweating pain, Convict If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Tintern Abbey
PAINS...............4 The pains and plagues that on our heads came down, Female Vagrant There, pains which nature could no more support, Female Vagrant With all my care and pains, Last of the Flock And his crime, through the pains that o'erwhelm him, descried, Convict
PAINT...............2 How kindly did they paint their vagrant ease! Female Vagrant To me was all in all. -- I cannot paint Tintern Abbey
PAINTED.............2 As idle as a painted Ship Ancyent Marinere II Upon a painted Ocean. Ancyent Marinere II
PALE................4 And even so my pale wan cheek Lewti All pale and wasted I would seem, Lewti How pale and wan it else would be. Mad Mother So pale you scarcely looked at her: Idiot Boy
