SHARE...............3 Should share in nature's immortality, Nightingale The pony had his share. Idiot Boy "Is come as a brother thy sorrows to share. Convict
SHARP...............1 A thousand sharp punctures of cold-sweating pain, Convict
SHE...............147 Red as a rose is she; Ancyent Marinere I She doth not tack from side to side -- Ancyent Marinere III She steddies with upright keel. Ancyent Marinere III How fast she neres and neres! Ancyent Marinere III And she is far liker Death than he; Ancyent Marinere III Quoth she, and whistled thrice. Ancyent Marinere III Softly she was going up Ancyent Marinere IV She sent the gentle sleep from heaven Ancyent Marinere V But in a minute she 'gan stir Ancyent Marinere V She made a sudden bound: Ancyent Marinere V "For she guides him smooth or grim. Ancyent Marinere VI "She looketh down on him. Ancyent Marinere VI Yet she sail'd softly too: Ancyent Marinere VI She gazes idly! -- But that entrance, Mother! Foster-Mother Glides thro' the pathways; she knows all their notes, Nightingale An hundred airy harps! And she hath watch'd Nightingale O that she saw me in a dream, Lewti Have I. ---- She ceased, and weeping turned away, Female Vagrant She wept; -- because she had no more to say Female Vagrant She wept; -- because she had no more to say Female Vagrant Ill fed she was, and thinly clad; Goody Blake Might see how poor a hut she had. Goody Blake All day she spun in her poor dwelling, Goody Blake But she, poor woman, dwelt alone. Goody Blake Yet never had she, well or sick, Goody Blake She left her fire, or left her bed, Goody Blake And vow'd that she should be detected, Goody Blake Till she had filled her apron full. Goody Blake When with her load she turned about, Goody Blake And kneeling on the sticks, she pray'd Goody Blake She pray'd, her wither'd hand uprearing, Goody Blake Young Harry heard what she had said, Goody Blake For she, not over stout of limb, Simon Lee She was eight years old, she said; We Are Seven She was eight years old, she said; We Are Seven She had a rustic, woodland air, We Are Seven And she was wildly clad; We Are Seven "How many? Seven in all," she said, We Are Seven She answered, "Seven are we, We Are Seven "In bed she moaning lay, We Are Seven "And then she went away. We Are Seven "So in the church-yard she was laid, We Are Seven And to herself she cries, The Thorn And she is known to every star, The Thorn And there beside the thorn she sits The Thorn And to herself she cries, The Thorn "And why sits she beside the thorn The Thorn "And wherefore does she cry? -- The Thorn "Does she repeat that doleful cry?" The Thorn The spot to which she goes; The Thorn Approach the spot when she is there. The Thorn Since she (her name is Martha Ray) The Thorn And she was blithe and gay, The Thorn And she was happy, happy still The Thorn Whene'er she thought of Stephen Hill. The Thorn She to the mountain-top would go, The Thorn She was with child, and she was mad, The Thorn She was with child, and she was mad, The Thorn Yet often she was sober sad The Thorn But that she goes to this old thorn, The Thorn And there she sits, until the moon The Thorn She shudders and you hear her cry, The Thorn She hanged her baby on the tree, The Thorn Some say she drowned it in the pond, The Thorn I do not think she could. The Thorn And some had sworn an oath that she The Thorn When she was on the mountain high, The Thorn And she came far from over the main. Mad Mother She has a baby on her arm, Mad Mother Or else she were alone; Mad Mother She talked and sung the woods among; Mad Mother Till she is tired, let Betty Foy Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy? Idiot Boy But when she hears what you have done, Idiot Boy Old Susan, she who dwells alone, Idiot Boy For what she ails they cannot guess. Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy. Idiot Boy Or she will die, old Susan Gale. Idiot Boy She gently pats the pony's side, Idiot Boy She sees him in his traveling trim; Idiot Boy She watches till he's out of sight, Idiot Boy Away she hies to Susan Gale: Idiot Boy She sits, as if in Susan's fate Idiot Boy But Betty, poor good woman! she, Idiot Boy And to the road she turns her ears, Idiot Boy And thence full many a sound she hears, Idiot Boy Which she to Susan will not tell. Idiot Boy If she must go or she must stay: Idiot Boy If she must go or she must stay: Idiot Boy And Susan she begins to fear Idiot Boy She prefaced half a hint of this Idiot Boy Then off she hies, but with a prayer Idiot Boy Till she comes back again. Idiot Boy So, through the moonlight lane she goes, Idiot Boy And how she ran, and how she walked, Idiot Boy And how she ran, and how she walked, Idiot Boy And all that to herself she talked, Idiot Boy At poor old Susan then she railed, Idiot Boy While to the town she posts away; Idiot Boy Unworthy things she talked and wild, Idiot Boy And to the doctor's door she hies; Idiot Boy She lifts the knocker, rap, rap, rap, Idiot Boy She stops, she stands, she looks about, Idiot Boy She stops, she stands, she looks about, Idiot Boy She stops, she stands, she looks about, Idiot Boy Which way to turn she cannot tell. Idiot Boy If she had the heart to knock again; Idiot Boy Then up along the town she hies, Idiot Boy She quite forgot to send the Doctor, Idiot Boy And she can see a mile of road, Idiot Boy She listens, but she cannot hear Idiot Boy She listens, but she cannot hear Idiot Boy A green-grown pond she just has pass'd, Idiot Boy And from the brink she hurries fast, Idiot Boy Lest she should drown herself therein. Idiot Boy And now she sits her down and weeps; Idiot Boy Such tears she never shed before; Idiot Boy Then up she springs as if on wings; Idiot Boy She thinks no more of deadly sin; Idiot Boy Where is she, where is Betty Foy? Idiot Boy She hardly can sustain her fears; Idiot Boy The roaring water-fall she hears, Idiot Boy And now, all full in view, she sees Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy. Idiot Boy She looks again -- her arms are up -- Idiot Boy She screams -- she cannot move for joy; Idiot Boy She screams -- she cannot move for joy; Idiot Boy She darts as with a torrent's force, Idiot Boy She has almost o'erturned the horse, Idiot Boy And fast she holds her idiot boy. Idiot Boy She kisses o'er and o'er again, Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy, Idiot Boy She is uneasy every where: Idiot Boy She pats the pony, where or when Idiot Boy She knows not, happy Betty Foy! Idiot Boy But he is milder far than she, Idiot Boy She took the reins, when this was said, Idiot Boy And who is she, be-times abroad, Idiot Boy She turned, she toss'd herself in bed, Idiot Boy She turned, she toss'd herself in bed, Idiot Boy Point after point did she discuss; Idiot Boy Away she posts up hill and down, Idiot Boy She spies her friends, she shouts a greeting; Idiot Boy She spies her friends, she shouts a greeting; Idiot Boy "As if she for no purpose bore you; Expostulation She has a world of ready wealth, Tables Turned From joy to joy: for she can so inform Tintern Abbey
