TERRIFIC............1 Ah! how unlike those late terrific sleeps! Female Vagrant
TERROR..............2 We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep Female Vagrant And terror shall leap at his heart. Convict
TERRORS.............2 Then calm your terrors, Betty Foy! Idiot Boy On all sides doubts and terrors met her; Idiot Boy
THAMES..............1 O Thames! that other bards may see, Near Richmond
THAN...............23 No bigger than the moon. Ancyent Marinere II We could not speak no more than if Ancyent Marinere II No bigger than my fist; Ancyent Marinere III And she is far liker Death than he; Ancyent Marinere III But O! more horrible than that Ancyent Marinere IV O sweeter than the Marriage-feast, Ancyent Marinere VII 'Tis more like heaven to come than what has been. Foster-Mother Troubled with wilder fancies, than the moon Foster-Mother And one low piping sound more sweet than all -- Nightingale To something more than nature in the grove) Nightingale And now 'tis whiter than before, Lewti Supplied, to him were more than mines of gold. Female Vagrant Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war, Female Vagrant Than an old hedge to Goody Blake? Goody Blake Each minute sweeter than before, Lines near my House Than fifty years of reason; Lines near my House "Than here at Liswyn farm." Anecdote for Fathers Not higher than a two-year's child, The Thorn No object higher than my knee. The Thorn Is not more still and mute than he. Idiot Boy But he is milder far than she, Idiot Boy Than all the sages can. Tables Turned Flying from something that he dreads, than one Tintern Abbey
THANKS..............1 And thanks and praises seemed to run Simon Lee
THAT..............248 And thus spake on that ancyent man, Ancyent Marinere I And thus spake on that ancyent Man, Ancyent Marinere I "From the fiends that plague thee thus -- Ancyent Marinere I That made the Breeze to blow. Ancyent Marinere II That brought the fog and mist. Ancyent Marinere II That bring the fog and mist. Ancyent Marinere II We were the first that ever burst Ancyent Marinere II Into that silent Sea. Ancyent Marinere II That ever this should be! Ancyent Marinere II Of the Spirit that plagued us so: Ancyent Marinere II When that strange shape drove suddenly Ancyent Marinere III Are those her sails that glance in the Sun Ancyent Marinere III The sun that did behind them peer? Ancyent Marinere III That woman and her fleshless Pheere? Ancyent Marinere III But O! more horrible than that Ancyent Marinere IV Seven days, seven nights I saw that curse, Ancyent Marinere IV That slid into my soul. Ancyent Marinere V That had so long remain'd, Ancyent Marinere V I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew Ancyent Marinere V I thought that I had died in sleep, Ancyent Marinere V That were so thin and sere. Ancyent Marinere V Sometimes all little birds that are Ancyent Marinere V That makes the heavens be mute. Ancyent Marinere V That to the sleeping woods all night Ancyent Marinere V "For that, which comes out of thine eye, doth make Ancyent Marinere V That made the Ship to go. Ancyent Marinere V How long in that same fit I lay, Ancyent Marinere V "He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man Ancyent Marinere V "What makes that ship drive on so fast? Ancyent Marinere VI "But why drives on that ship so fast Ancyent Marinere VI "For slow and slow that ship will go, Ancyent Marinere VI That in the moon did glitter. Ancyent Marinere VI Like one, that on a lonely road Ancyent Marinere VI Full many shapes, that shadows were, Ancyent Marinere VI But soon I saw that my own flesh Ancyent Marinere VI That stands above the rock: Ancyent Marinere VI Full many shapes, that shadows were, Ancyent Marinere VI The wind, that shade nor motion made, Ancyent Marinere VI That he makes in the wood. Ancyent Marinere VI This Hermit good lives in that wood Ancyent Marinere VII That come from a far Contrée. Ancyent Marinere VII It is the moss, that wholly hides Ancyent Marinere VII "That signals made but now? Ancyent Marinere VII "The skeletons of leaves that lag Ancyent Marinere VII "That eats the she-wolf's young. Ancyent Marinere VII Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound, Ancyent Marinere VII Like one that hath been seven days drown'd Ancyent Marinere VII And all was still, save that the hill Ancyent Marinere VII That anguish comes and makes me tell Ancyent Marinere VII The moment that his face I see Ancyent Marinere VII I know the man that must hear me; Ancyent Marinere VII What loud uproar bursts from that door! Ancyent Marinere VII So lonely 'twas, that God himself Ancyent Marinere VII He went, like one that hath been stunn'd Ancyent Marinere VII That joined your names with mine! O my sweet lady, Foster-Mother She gazes idly! -- But that entrance, Mother! Foster-Mother With lusty arm. You know that huge round beam Foster-Mother Beneath that tree, while yet it was a tree Foster-Mother He soon could write with the pen: and from that time, Foster-Mother That the wall tottered, and had well-nigh fallen Foster-Mother And cast into that hole. My husband's father Foster-Mother He made that cunning entrance I described: Foster-Mother He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth, Foster-Mother Soon after they arrived in that new world, Foster-Mother That break against the shore, shall lull thy mind Yew-Tree near Esthwaite That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod Yew-Tree near Esthwaite The beauty still more beauteous. Nor, that time, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite With mournful joy, to think that others felt Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know, that pride, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Which he has never used; that thought with him Yew-Tree near Esthwaite The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Instructed that true knowledge leads to love, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite That gladden the green earth, and we shall find Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates Nightingale As he were fearful, that an April night Nightingale That should you close your eyes, you might almost Nightingale That gentle Maid! and oft, a moment's space, Nightingale And to that motion tune his wanton song, Nightingale Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing head. Nightingale And now for our dear homes. -- That strain again! Nightingale Had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream) Nightingale While his fair eyes that swam with undropt tears Nightingale It is a father's tale. But if that Heaven Nightingale Familiar with these songs, that with the night Nightingale Perhaps the breezes that can fly Lewti Of lady fair, that died for love: Lewti O that she saw me in a dream, Lewti And dreamt that I had died for care! Lewti And I believe that, soon as I began Female Vagrant The swans, that when I sought the water-side, Female Vagrant Can I forget that miserable hour, Female Vagrant That on his marriage-day sweet music made? Female Vagrant I could not pray: -- through tears that fell in showers, Female Vagrant That when I loved him not I cannot say. Female Vagrant His father said, that to a distant town Female Vagrant Thrice happy! That from him the grave did hide Female Vagrant And tears that flowed for ills which patience could not heal. Female Vagrant 'Mid that long sickness, and those hopes deferr'd, Female Vagrant That happier days we never more must view: Female Vagrant Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep, Female Vagrant Untaught that soon such anguish must ensue, Female Vagrant That we the mercy of the waves should rue. Female Vagrant All that is dear in being! better far Female Vagrant That lap (their very nourishment!) their brother's blood. Female Vagrant The pains and plagues that on our heads came down, Female Vagrant That comes not to the human mourner's breast. Female Vagrant And groans, that rage of racking famine spoke, Female Vagrant The breathing pestilence that rose like smoke! Female Vagrant The shriek that from the distant battle broke! Female Vagrant Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame, Female Vagrant And whistling, called the wind that hardly curled Female Vagrant Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift, Female Vagrant How dismal tolled; that night, the city clock! Female Vagrant My heart is touched to think that men like these, Female Vagrant And their long holiday that feared not grief, Female Vagrant Is, that I have my inner self abused, Female Vagrant In tears, the sun towards that country tend Female Vagrant Of that perpetual weight which on her spirit lay. Female Vagrant What is't that ails young Harry Gill? Goody Blake That evermore his teeth they chatter, Goody Blake And in that country coals are dear, Goody Blake And vow'd that she should be detected, Goody Blake To God that is the judge of all. Goody Blake That he was cold and very chill: Goody Blake Alas! that day for Harry Gill! Goody Blake That day he wore a riding-coat, Goody Blake That live as long as live he may, Goody Blake That stands beside our door. Lines near my House Now that our morning meal is done, Lines near my House And from the blessed power that rolls Lines near my House At once that he is poor. Simon Lee And I'm afraid that you expect Simon Lee That at the root of the old tree Simon Lee That lightly draws its breath, We Are Seven That cluster'd round her head. We Are Seven "You say that two at Conway dwell, We Are Seven "The first that died was little Jane; We Are Seven In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Lines in Early Spring The human soul that through me ran; Lines in Early Spring Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower, Lines in Early Spring And 'tis my faith that every flower Lines in Early Spring That there was pleasure there. Lines in Early Spring So close, you'd say that they were bent The Thorn All colours that were ever seen, The Thorn And that same pond of which I spoke, The Thorn And every wind that blows; The Thorn "Does she repeat that doleful cry?" The Thorn I wish that you would go: The Thorn The morning that must wed them both; The Thorn Poor Martha! on that woful day The Thorn That he had died, that cruel father! The Thorn That he had died, that cruel father! The Thorn That in her womb the infant wrought The Thorn There's none that ever knew: The Thorn There's no one that could ever tell; The Thorn That Martha Ray about this time The Thorn And all that winter, when at night The Thorn But that she goes to this old thorn, The Thorn "And what's the creeping breeze that comes The Thorn Beneath that hill of moss so fair. The Thorn With drops of that poor infant's blood; The Thorn And that it looks at you; The Thorn And some had sworn an oath that she The Thorn Beneath that hill of moss so fair. The Thorn With heavy tufts of moss, that strive The Thorn That I have heard her cry, The Thorn Is all that is alive: Last of the Flock And it was fit that thence I took Last of the Flock It was a vein that never stopp'd, Last of the Flock And I may say that many a time Last of the Flock "Sweet babe! They say that I am mad, Mad Mother Oh joy for me that sight to see! Mad Mother About that tight and deadly band Mad Mother The leaves that make the softest bed: Mad Mother Be changed, that was so fair to view, Mad Mother Alas! alas! that look so wild, Mad Mother Beneath the moon that shines so bright, Idiot Boy Her pony, that is mild and good, Idiot Boy Was, "Johnny! Johnny! mind that you Idiot Boy And now that Johnny is just going, Idiot Boy The moon that shines above his head Idiot Boy That till full fifty yards were gone, Idiot Boy That should he lose his eyes and ears, Idiot Boy But then he is a horse that thinks! Idiot Boy Could lend out of that moment's store Idiot Boy To any that might need it. Idiot Boy But yet I guess that now and then Idiot Boy But now that time is gone and past. Idiot Boy That happy time all past and gone, Idiot Boy That Johnny may perhaps be drown'd, Idiot Boy At the first word that Susan said Idiot Boy "There's nothing that can ease my pain." Idiot Boy That God poor Susan's life would spare, Idiot Boy And all that to herself she talked, Idiot Boy "Or him that wicked pony's carried Idiot Boy His glimmering eyes that peep and doze; Idiot Boy That echoes far from hill to hill. Idiot Boy Oh reader! now that I might tell Idiot Boy The cliffs and peaks so high that are, Idiot Boy The bane of all that dread the devil. Idiot Boy Who's yon, that, near the waterfall, Idiot Boy On that side now, and now on this, Idiot Boy "You've done your best, and that is all." Idiot Boy That hobbles up the steep rough road? Idiot Boy And that was all his travel's story. Idiot Boy O Thames! that other bards may see, Near Richmond That in thy waters may be seen Near Richmond And pray that never child of Song Near Richmond "Why William, on that old grey stone, Expostulation "Where are your books? that light bequeath'd Expostulation "Nor less I deem that there are powers, Expostulation "That we can feed this mind of ours, Expostulation "That nothing of itself will come, Expostulation That watches and receives. Tables Turned That peck along the road, regard him not. Old Man Travelling That patience now doth seem a thing, of which Old Man Travelling To peace so perfect, that the young behold Old Man Travelling That afterwards, a little longer, Forsaken Indian That he might pull the sledge for me. Forsaken Indian Oh wind that o'er my head art flying, Forsaken Indian While the joy that precedes the calm season of rest Convict The thick-ribbed walls that o'ershadow the gate Convict That outcast of pity behold. Convict On the fetters that link him to death. Convict Tis sorrow enough on that visage to gaze, Convict That body dismiss'd from his care; Convict And his crime, through the pains that o'erwhelm him, descried, Convict That the weight can no longer be born, Convict On that best portion of a good man's life; Tintern Abbey Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, Tintern Abbey Is lighten'd -- that serene and blessed mood, Tintern Abbey That in this moment there is life and food Tintern Abbey Flying from something that he dreads, than one Tintern Abbey That had no need of a remoter charm, Tintern Abbey Unborrowed from the eye. -- That time is past, Tintern Abbey A presence that disturbs me with the joy Tintern Abbey A motion and a spirit, that impels Tintern Abbey And mountains; and of all that we behold Tintern Abbey Knowing that Nature never did betray Tintern Abbey The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Tintern Abbey The mind that is within us, so impress Tintern Abbey With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Tintern Abbey Our chearful faith that all which we behold Tintern Abbey That on the banks of this delightful stream Tintern Abbey We stood together; And that I, so long Tintern Abbey Unwearied in that service: rather say Tintern Abbey That after many wanderings, many years Tintern Abbey
