THOUGHT............28 Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) Ancyent Marinere III I thought that I had died in sleep, Ancyent Marinere V Thought I, I am as thin as air -- Ancyent Marinere V Which he has never used; that thought with him Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Bird! A melancholy Bird? O idle thought! Nightingale And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook. Female Vagrant A thought resigned with pain, when from the mast Female Vagrant And oft, robb'd of my perfect mind, I thought Female Vagrant Such stores as silent thought can bring, Simon Lee So fast out of his heart, I thought Simon Lee I thought of Kilve's delightful shore, Anecdote for Fathers Whene'er she thought of Stephen Hill. The Thorn I looked around, I thought I saw The Thorn Though little given to care and thought, Last of the Flock I thought he knew some ill of me. Last of the Flock Oft-times I thought to run away; Last of the Flock I prayed, yet every day I thought Last of the Flock And now the thought torments her sore, Idiot Boy "I thought to find my Johnny here, Idiot Boy A thought is come into her head; Idiot Boy Perhaps, and no unlikely thought! Idiot Boy Long Susan lay deep lost in thought, Idiot Boy Vain thought! yet be as now thou art, Near Richmond With thought -- He is insensibly subdued Old Man Travelling And now, with gleams of half-extinguished though[t,] Tintern Abbey By thought supplied, or any interest Tintern Abbey All thinking things, all objects of all thought, Tintern Abbey
THOUGHTLESS.........2 With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the shore Female Vagrant Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes Tintern Abbey
THOUGHTS...........18 He had unlawful thoughts of many things: Foster-Mother But from those crazing thoughts my brain, escape! Female Vagrant The silent sea. From the sweet thoughts of home, Female Vagrant Besides, on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brooding still. Female Vagrant My thoughts on former pleasures ran; Anecdote for Fathers In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Lines in Early Spring Bring sad thoughts to the mind. Lines in Early Spring Their thoughts I cannot measure, Lines in Early Spring If I these thoughts may not prevent, Lines in Early Spring Her thoughts are bent on deadly sin; Idiot Boy The last of all her thoughts would be, Idiot Boy And my last thoughts would happy be. Forsaken Indian Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect Tintern Abbey Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts Tintern Abbey Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Tintern Abbey The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, Tintern Abbey With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Tintern Abbey Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Tintern Abbey
THOUSAND............6 And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, Female Vagrant And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food. Female Vagrant I heard a thousand blended notes, Lines in Early Spring Oh me! ten thousand times I'd rather The Thorn And should he live a thousand years, Idiot Boy A thousand sharp punctures of cold-sweating pain, Convict
THREE..............15 And he stoppeth one of three: Ancyent Marinere I And listens like a three year's child; Ancyent Marinere I Three lovely infants lay upon my breast; Female Vagrant Three years a wanderer, often have I view'd, Female Vagrant His voice was like the voice of three. Goody Blake And then her three hours' work at night! Goody Blake Enough to warm her for three days. Goody Blake And ere the Sabbath he had three. Goody Blake He says he is three score and ten, Simon Lee And to the left, three yards beyond, The Thorn 'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide. The Thorn From ten to five, from five to three, Last of the Flock And then at last, from three to two; Last of the Flock And fiendish faces one, two, three, Mad Mother -- The clock strikes three -- a dismal knell! Idiot Boy
THREE-SCORE.........1 "Oh cruel! I'm almost three-score; Idiot Boy
THRICE..............2 Quoth she, and whistled thrice. Ancyent Marinere III Thrice happy! That from him the grave did hide Female Vagrant
THRILL..............1 It seem'd a thrill of pleasure. Lines in Early Spring
THRIVE..............1 They throve, and we at home did thrive Last of the Flock
THRO'..............11 And thro' the drifts the snowy clifts Ancyent Marinere I The Helmsman steer'd us thro'. Ancyent Marinere I Whiles all the night thro' [fog-smoke white] Ancyent Marinere I And every tongue thro' utter drouth Ancyent Marinere II Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood Ancyent Marinere III As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd Ancyent Marinere III And whistled thro' his bones; Ancyent Marinere III Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth Ancyent Marinere III Sweet sounds rose slowly thro' their mouths Ancyent Marinere V Glides thro' the pathways; she knows all their notes, Nightingale Gleaning thro' her sable hair. Lewti
