THESE..............27 Are th[e]se her naked ribs, which fleck'd Ancyent Marinere III And are th[e]se two all, all the crew, Ancyent Marinere III What if these barren boughs the bee not loves; Yew-Tree near Esthwaite That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod Yew-Tree near Esthwaite In solitude. -- Stranger! these gloomy boughs Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And on these barren rocks, with juniper, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite First nam'd these notes a melancholy strain; Nightingale Familiar with these songs, that with the night Nightingale These things just served to stir the torpid sense, Female Vagrant My heart is touched to think that men like these, Female Vagrant If I these thoughts may not prevent, Lines in Early Spring Up from the earth these mosses creep, The Thorn These fourteen years, by strong indentures; Idiot Boy "These fears can never be endured, Idiot Boy Close up these barren leaves; Tables Turned These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs Tintern Abbey Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, Tintern Abbey These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Tintern Abbey These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Tintern Abbey These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Tintern Abbey Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms Tintern Abbey These forms of beauty have not been to me, Tintern Abbey I came among these hills; when like a roe Tintern Abbey When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Tintern Abbey And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance, Tintern Abbey Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Tintern Abbey Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, Tintern Abbey
THEY..............102 T'was right, said they, such birds to slay Ancyent Marinere II Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood Ancyent Marinere III Agape they hear'd me call: Ancyent Marinere III Gramercy! they for joy did grin Ancyent Marinere III As they were drinking all. Ancyent Marinere III They dropp'd down one by one. Ancyent Marinere III They fled to bliss or woe; Ancyent Marinere III And they all dead did lie! Ancyent Marinere IV Ne rot, ne reek did they; Ancyent Marinere IV The look with which they look'd on me, Ancyent Marinere IV They mov'd in tracks of shining white; Ancyent Marinere IV And when they rear'd, the elfish light Ancyent Marinere IV They coil'd and swam; and every track Ancyent Marinere IV I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew Ancyent Marinere V They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose, Ancyent Marinere V They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose, Ancyent Marinere V They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose, Ancyent Marinere V Where they were wont to do: Ancyent Marinere V They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools -- Ancyent Marinere V The day-light dawn'd -- they dropp'd their arms, Ancyent Marinere V How they seem'd to fill the sea and air Ancyent Marinere V But look at me they n'old: Ancyent Marinere V They cannot me behold. Ancyent Marinere V The pang, the curse with which they died, Ancyent Marinere VI Before the mast they stood. Ancyent Marinere VI They lifted up their stiff right arms, Ancyent Marinere VI They held them strait and tight; Ancyent Marinere VI They stood as signals to the land, Ancyent Marinere VI No voice did they impart -- Ancyent Marinere VI "And they answer'd not our cheer. Ancyent Marinere VII "How thin they are and sere! Ancyent Marinere VII They stood together, chained in deep discourse, Foster-Mother Soon after they arrived in that new world, Foster-Mother In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still Nightingale They answer and provoke each other's songs -- Nightingale They plunge into the gentle river: Lewti Ah! little marked, how fast they rolled away: Female Vagrant And groans, which, as they said, would make a dead man start. Female Vagrant How kindly did they paint their vagrant ease! Female Vagrant No wain they drove, and yet, the yellow sheaf Female Vagrant Semblance, with straw and panniered ass, they made Female Vagrant That evermore his teeth they chatter, Goody Blake His teeth they chatter, chatter still. Goody Blake His teeth they chatter, chatter still. Goody Blake For they come far by wind and tide. Goody Blake Yet still his jaws and teeth they clatter, Goody Blake His teeth they chatter, chatter still. Goody Blake Which they shall long obey; Lines near my House They shall be tuned to love. Lines near my House His ancles they are swoln and thick; Simon Lee Which they can do between them. Simon Lee A scrap of land they have, but they Simon Lee A scrap of land they have, but they Simon Lee Which they can till no longer? Simon Lee They never would have done. Simon Lee "And where are they, I pray you tell?" We Are Seven "Your limbs they are alive; We Are Seven "Their graves are green, they may be seen," We Are Seven "And they are side by side. We Are Seven "If they are two in Heaven?" We Are Seven "But they are dead; those two are dead! We Are Seven But the least motion which they made, Lines in Early Spring And this poor thorn they clasp it round The Thorn So close, you'd say that they were bent The Thorn And they had fix'd the wedding-day, The Thorn A cruel, cruel fire, they say, The Thorn They say, full six months after this, The Thorn I cannot think, whate'er they say, The Thorn They had to do with Martha Ray. The Thorn With spades they would have sought. The Thorn Upon the mountain they did feed; Last of the Flock They throve, and we at home did thrive Last of the Flock They said I was a wealthy man; Last of the Flock They cried, "what to the poor is due?" Last of the Flock I sold a sheep as they had said, Last of the Flock And they were healthy with their food; Last of the Flock Like blood-drops from my heart they dropp'd. Last of the Flock They dwindled, dwindled, one by one, Last of the Flock I wished they all were gone: Last of the Flock They dwindled one by one away; Last of the Flock They dwindled, Sir, sad sight to see! Last of the Flock They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot; Dungeon "Sweet babe! They say that I am mad, Mad Mother Thy lips I feel them, baby! they Mad Mother Nor leaping torrents when they howl; Mad Mother His lips with joy they burr at you, Idiot Boy For what she ails they cannot guess. Idiot Boy Burr, burr -- now Johnny's lips they burr, Idiot Boy And Johnny's lips they burr, burr, burr, Idiot Boy So through the moonlight lanes they go, Idiot Boy Which they must both for ever rue. Idiot Boy They lengthen out the tremulous sob, Idiot Boy For while they all were travelling home, Idiot Boy "Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Expostulation The stars they were among my dreams; Forsaken Indian And yet they are upon my eyes, Forsaken Indian And they are dead, and I will die. Forsaken Indian But they to me no joy can give, Forsaken Indian My child! they gave thee to another, Forsaken Indian When from my arms my babe they took, Forsaken Indian If they have any life or no. Forsaken Indian Of eye and ear, both what they half-create, Tintern Abbey
