TIRE................1 When we began to tire of childish play Female Vagrant
TIRED...............1 Till she is tired, let Betty Foy Idiot Boy
TIS.................2 Pass by her door -- tis seldom shut -- The Thorn Tis sorrow enough on that visage to gaze, Convict
'TIS...............35 'Tis sweeter far to me Ancyent Marinere VII 'Tis strange! He spake of you familiarly Foster-Mother 'Tis more like heaven to come than what has been. Foster-Mother 'Tis a sweet tale: Foster-Mother And ne'er was heard of more: but 'tis supposed, Foster-Mother On the more distant scene; how lovely 'tis Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And joyance! 'Tis the merry Nightingale Nightingale And now 'tis whiter than before, Lewti O beauteous birds! 'tis such a pleasure Lewti 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; Goody Blake 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; Goody Blake He softly creeps -- 'Tis Goody Blake, Goody Blake And all who see him say 'tis plain, Goody Blake My Sister! ('tis a wish of mine) Lines near my House Alas! 'tis very little, all Simon Lee And 'tis my faith that every flower Lines in Early Spring 'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide. The Thorn Nay rack your brain -- 'tis all in vain, The Thorn 'Tis now some two and twenty years, The Thorn 'Tis said, a child was in her womb, The Thorn Whene'er you look on it, 'tis plain The Thorn 'Tis thine, sweet baby, there to rest: Mad Mother 'Tis all thine own! and if its hue Mad Mother 'Tis fair enough for thee, my dove! Mad Mother 'Tis well for me; thou canst not see Mad Mother 'Tis eight o'clock, -- a clear March night, Idiot Boy The world will say 'tis very idle, Idiot Boy "They'll both be here, 'tis almost ten, Idiot Boy 'Tis on the stroke -- "If Johnny's near," Idiot Boy 'Tis silence all on every side; Idiot Boy -- 'Tis Johnny! Johnny! as I live. Idiot Boy It is no goblin, 'tis no ghost, Idiot Boy 'Tis he whom you so long have lost, Idiot Boy Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife, Tables Turned The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Tintern Abbey
TO................350 Came to the Marinere's hollo! Ancyent Marinere I Came to the Marinere's hollo! Ancyent Marinere II That made the Breeze to blow. Ancyent Marinere II T'was right, said they, such birds to slay Ancyent Marinere II And we did speak only to break Ancyent Marinere II Ne any drop to drink. Ancyent Marinere II She doth not tack from side to side -- Ancyent Marinere III Hither to work us weal Ancyent Marinere III (Listen!, O Stranger! to me) Ancyent Marinere III They fled to bliss or woe; Ancyent Marinere III I look'd to Heaven, and try'd to pray; Ancyent Marinere IV I look'd to Heaven, and try'd to pray; Ancyent Marinere IV An orphan's curse would drag to Hell Ancyent Marinere IV Belov'd from pole to pole! Ancyent Marinere V To Mary-queen the praise be yeven Ancyent Marinere V To and fro are hurried about; Ancyent Marinere V And to and fro, and in and out Ancyent Marinere V To have seen those dead men rise. Ancyent Marinere V Where they were wont to do: Ancyent Marinere V Stood by me knee to knee: Ancyent Marinere V But he said nought to me -- Ancyent Marinere V And I quak'd to think of my own voice Ancyent Marinere V Then darted to the sun: Ancyent Marinere V How they seem'd to fill the sea and air Ancyent Marinere V That to the sleeping woods all night Ancyent Marinere V "My body and soul to be still." Ancyent Marinere V To a man of woman born: Ancyent Marinere V Thou'lt rise to morrow morn. Ancyent Marinere V The Marineres all return'd to work Ancyent Marinere V That made the Ship to go. Ancyent Marinere V Had fix'd her to the ocean: Ancyent Marinere V I have not to declare; Ancyent Marinere V "Up to the moon is cast -- Ancyent Marinere VI "If he may know which way to go, Ancyent Marinere VI Ne turn them up to pray. Ancyent Marinere VI They stood as signals to the land, Ancyent Marinere VI With silent pace, each to his place, Ancyent Marinere VI Which slopes down to the Sea. Ancyent Marinere VII He loves to talk with Marineres Ancyent Marinere VII "I never saw aught like to them Ancyent Marinere VII "And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below Ancyent Marinere VII The Boat came closer to the Ship, Ancyent Marinere VII His eyes went to and fro, Ancyent Marinere VII "The devil knows how to row." Ancyent Marinere VII Which forc'd me to begin my tale Ancyent Marinere VII I pass, like night, from land to land; Ancyent Marinere VII To him my tale I teach. Ancyent Marinere VII Which biddeth me to prayer. Ancyent Marinere VII Scarce seemed there to be. Ancyent Marinere VII 'Tis sweeter far to me Ancyent Marinere VII To walk together to the Kirk Ancyent Marinere VII To walk together to the Kirk Ancyent Marinere VII To walk together to the Kirk Ancyent Marinere VII To walk together to the Kirk Ancyent Marinere VII While each to his great father bends, Ancyent Marinere VII To thee, thou wedding-guest! Ancyent Marinere VII All you had learnt in the day; and how to talk Foster-Mother In gentle phrase, then bid me sing to you -- Foster-Mother 'Tis more like heaven to come than what has been. Foster-Mother To get the seeds of wild flowers, and to plant them Foster-Mother To get the seeds of wild flowers, and to plant them Foster-Mother And though he prayed, he never loved to pray Foster-Mother To hunt for food, and be a naked man, Foster-Mother Such as would lull a listening child to sleep, Foster-Mother Went likewise, and when he returned to Spain, Foster-Mother Now wild, to bend its arms in circling shade, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And big with lofty views, he to the world Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Would he forget those beings, to whose minds, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite With mournful joy, to think that others felt 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 By sun or moonlight, to the influxes Nightingale Would be too short for him to utter forth Nightingale To something more than nature in the grove) Nightingale And to that motion tune his wanton song, Nightingale To make him Nature's playmate. He knows well Nightingale I hurried with him to our orchard plot, Nightingale To forget the form I lov'd. Lewti Onward to the moon it pass'd. Lewti Alas! it has no pow'r to stay: Lewti How mournfully it seems to fly, Lewti To joyless regions of the sky -- Lewti Like echoes to a distant thunder, Lewti Your movements to some heav'nly tune! Lewti To see you move beneath the moon; Lewti To sleep by day and wake all night. Lewti To creep unseen with noiseless tread, Lewti Heaving lovely to the sight, Lewti Supplied, to him were more than mines of gold. Female Vagrant To lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed, Female Vagrant And nothing to my mind a sweeter pleasure brought. Female Vagrant From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride. Female Vagrant No joy to see a neighboring house, or stray Female Vagrant To cruel injuries he became a prey, Female Vagrant When we began to tire of childish play Female Vagrant We seemed still more and more to prize each other: Female Vagrant For never could I hope to meet with such another. Female Vagrant His father said, that to a distant town Female Vagrant He must repair, to ply the artist's trade. Female Vagrant To him we turned: -- we had no other aid. Female Vagrant Beat round, to sweep the streets of want and pain. Female Vagrant My husband's arms now only served to strain Female Vagrant To join those miserable men he flew; Female Vagrant And now to the seacoast, with numbers more, we drew. Female Vagrant Oh! dreadful price of being to resign Female Vagrant In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine, Female Vagrant Better our dying bodies to obtrude, Female Vagrant It would thy brain unsettle even to hear. Female Vagrant That comes not to the human mourner's breast. Female Vagrant Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair. Female Vagrant Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair. Female Vagrant To loathsome vaults, where heart-sick anguish toss'd, Female Vagrant When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape, Female Vagrant I seemed transported to another world: -- Female Vagrant For me -- farthest from earthly port to roam Female Vagrant To break my dream the vessel reached its bound: Female Vagrant Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift, Female Vagrant Nor dared my hand at any door to knock. Female Vagrant Nor to the beggar's language could I frame my tongue. Female Vagrant And thence was borne away to neighboring hospital. Female Vagrant These things just served to stir the torpid sense, Female Vagrant My heart is touched to think that men like these, Female Vagrant For all belonged to all, and each was chief. Female Vagrant Of potters wandering on from door to door: Female Vagrant But life of happier sort to me pourtrayed, Female Vagrant And other joys my fancy to allure; Female Vagrant Of moor and mountain, midnight theft to hatch; Female Vagrant To charm the surly house-dog's faithful bark, Female Vagrant With little kindness would to me incline. Female Vagrant She wept; -- because she had no more to say Female Vagrant And coats enough to smother nine. Goody Blake By the same fire to boil their pottage, Goody Blake For very cold to go to bed, Goody Blake For very cold to go to bed, Goody Blake Enough to warm her for three days. Goody Blake And made her poor old bones to ache, Goody Blake Than an old hedge to Goody Blake? Goody Blake To seek the hedge of Harry Gill. Goody Blake And to the fields his road would take, Goody Blake He watch'd to seize old Goody Blake. Goody Blake The bye-road back again to take, Goody Blake To God that is the judge of all. Goody Blake No word to any man he utters, Goody Blake A-bed or up, to young or old; Goody Blake But ever to himself he mutters, Goody Blake Which seems a sense of joy to yield Lines near my House To the bare trees, and mountains bare, Lines near my House We'll give to idleness. Lines near my House From heart to heart is stealing, Lines near my House From earth to man, from man to earth, Lines near my House From earth to man, from man to earth, Lines near my House We for the year to come may take Lines near my House They shall be tuned to love. Lines near my House We'll give to idleness. Lines near my House To say the least, four counties round Simon Lee To poor old Simon Lee! Simon Lee And now he's forced to work, though weak, Simon Lee But what avails the land to them, Simon Lee As he to you will tell, Simon Lee What more I have to say is short, Simon Lee One summer-day I chanced to see Simon Lee Give me your tool" to him I said; Simon Lee And thanks and praises seemed to run Simon Lee His face is fair and fresh to see; Anecdote for Fathers As we are wont to do. Anecdote for Fathers To think, and think, and think again; Anecdote for Fathers With so much happiness to spare, Anecdote for Fathers And oftentimes I talked to him, Anecdote for Fathers And five times did I say to him, Anecdote for Fathers And thus to me he made reply; Anecdote for Fathers "And two are gone to sea. We Are Seven "And two are gone to sea, We Are Seven "I sit and sing to them. We Are Seven "My brother John was forced to go, We Are Seven Bring sad thoughts to the mind. Lines in Early Spring To her fair works did nature link Lines in Early Spring And much it griev'd my heart to think Lines in Early Spring To catch the breezy air; Lines in Early Spring Have I not reason to lament Lines in Early Spring In truth you'd find it hard to say, The Thorn With lichens to the very top, The Thorn To drag it to the ground; The Thorn To drag it to the ground; The Thorn To bury this poor thorn for ever. The Thorn It sweeps from vale to vale; The Thorn And to the left, three yards beyond, The Thorn I've measured it from side to side: The Thorn The mountain when to cross. The Thorn And to herself she cries, The Thorn And she is known to every star, The Thorn And to herself she cries, The Thorn "Thus to the dreary mountain-top The Thorn The spot to which she goes; The Thorn Then to the spot away! -- The Thorn "But wherefore to the mountain-top The Thorn But to the thorn, and to the pond The Thorn But to the thorn, and to the pond The Thorn Up to the dreary mountain-top, The Thorn Her company to Stephen Hill; The Thorn But Stephen to another maid The Thorn And with this other maid to church The Thorn And almost turn'd her brain to tinder. The Thorn She to the mountain-top would go, The Thorn As now to any eye was plain; The Thorn Sad case for such a brain to hold The Thorn And I would tell it all to you; The Thorn The church-yard path to seek: The Thorn They had to do with Martha Ray. The Thorn But that she goes to this old thorn, The Thorn The thorn which I've described to you, The Thorn To view the ocean wide and bright, The Thorn When to this country first I came, The Thorn The shelter of the crag to gain, The Thorn The waters of the pond to shake, The Thorn "And what's the hill of moss to her? The Thorn "The little pond to stir?" The Thorn Some say, if to the pond you go, The Thorn Should be to public justice brought; The Thorn Before their eyes began to stir; The Thorn To drag it to the ground. The Thorn To drag it to the ground. The Thorn As if he wished himself to hide: Last of the Flock To wipe those briny tears away. Last of the Flock He makes my tears to flow. Last of the Flock Though little given to care and thought, Last of the Flock As I could wish to be; Last of the Flock Ten children, Sir! had I to feed, Last of the Flock Whereof to buy us bread:" Last of the Flock "Do this; how can we give to you," Last of the Flock They cried, "what to the poor is due?" Last of the Flock To see the end of all my gains, Last of the Flock To see it melt like snow away! Last of the Flock To wicked deeds I was inclined, Last of the Flock And every man I chanc'd to see, Last of the Flock Oft-times I thought to run away; Last of the Flock Sir! 'twas a precious flock to me, Last of the Flock My flock, it seemed to melt away. Last of the Flock They dwindled, Sir, sad sight to see! Last of the Flock From ten to five, from five to three, Last of the Flock From ten to five, from five to three, Last of the Flock And then at last, from three to two; Last of the Flock To each poor brother who offends against us -- Dungeon And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison, Dungeon To be a jarring and a dissonant thing, Dungeon To thee I know too much I owe; Mad Mother It came at once to do me good; Mad Mother Oh joy for me that sight to see! Mad Mother It comes to cool my babe and me. Mad Mother 'Tis thine, sweet baby, there to rest: Mad Mother Be changed, that was so fair to view, Mad Mother Now laugh and be gay, to the woods away! Mad Mother But, Betty! what has he to do Idiot Boy No hand to help them in distress Idiot Boy There's none to help poor Susan Gale, Idiot Boy To bring a doctor from the town, Idiot Boy Both what to follow, what to shun, Idiot Boy Both what to follow, what to shun, Idiot Boy What to do, and what to leave undone, Idiot Boy What to do, and what to leave undone, Idiot Boy How to turn left, and how to right. Idiot Boy How to turn left, and how to right. Idiot Boy To this did Johnny answer make, Idiot Boy What hope it sends to Betty's heart! Idiot Boy And Betty listens, glad to hear it. Idiot Boy Away she hies to Susan Gale: Idiot Boy To bring a doctor from the town, Idiot Boy To comfort poor old Susan Gale. Idiot Boy To any that might need it. Idiot Boy And to the road she turns her ears, Idiot Boy Which she to Susan will not tell. Idiot Boy And then there's nobody to say Idiot Boy And Susan she begins to fear Idiot Boy "What can I do to ease your pain? Idiot Boy And all that to herself she talked, Idiot Boy To hunt the moon that's in the brook, Idiot Boy "To the dark cave, the goblin's hall, Idiot Boy While to the town she posts away; Idiot Boy And to the doctor's door she hies; Idiot Boy And, grumbling, he went back to bed. Idiot Boy "I thought to find my Johnny here, Idiot Boy Which way to turn she cannot tell. Idiot Boy If she had the heart to knock again; Idiot Boy She quite forgot to send the Doctor, Idiot Boy To comfort poor old Susan Gale. Idiot Boy Are shouting to each other still: Idiot Boy That echoes far from hill to hill. Idiot Boy "And carried Johnny to the wood." Idiot Boy To drown herself therein. Idiot Boy To lay his hands upon a star, Idiot Boy I to the muses have been bound, Idiot Boy But half of what to him befel, Idiot Boy He seems, I think, the reins to give; Idiot Boy To hear again her idiot boy. Idiot Boy The little birds began to stir, Idiot Boy "I'll to the wood." -- The word scarce said Idiot Boy And to the wood at length is come, Idiot Boy And thus to Betty's question, he Idiot Boy (His very words I give to you,) Idiot Boy Till peace go with him to the tomb. Near Richmond As now, fair river! come to me. Near Richmond "To beings else forlorn and blind! Expostulation "From dead men to their kind. Expostulation To me my good friend Matthew spake, Expostulation Our minds and hearts to bless -- Tables Turned -- We murder to dissect. Tables Turned To settled quiet: he is one by whom Old Man Travelling All effort seems forgotten, one to whom Old Man Travelling To peace so perfect, that the young behold Old Man Travelling "Sir! I am going many miles to take Old Man Travelling "Who, from a sea-fight has been brought to Falmouth, Old Man Travelling When I was well, I wished to live, Forsaken Indian But they to me no joy can give, Forsaken Indian Alone I cannot fear to die. Forsaken Indian My child! they gave thee to another, Forsaken Indian -- As if he strove to be a man, Forsaken Indian For I had many things to say. Forsaken Indian The wolf has come to me tonight, Forsaken Indian Then wherefore should I fear to die? Forsaken Indian I cannot lift my limbs to know Forsaken Indian For once could have thee close to me, Forsaken Indian And with a deep sadness I turned, to repair Convict To the cell where the convict is laid. Convict On the fetters that link him to death. Convict Tis sorrow enough on that visage to gaze, Convict Yet my fancy has pierced to his heart, and pourtrays Convict With wishes the past to undo; Convict To his chamber the monarch is led, Convict The silence of sorrow it seems to supply, Convict "With o'erweening complacence our state to compare, Convict "But one, whose first wish is the wish to be good, Convict "Is come as a brother thy sorrows to share. Convict Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke Tintern Abbey These forms of beauty have not been to me, Tintern Abbey As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: Tintern Abbey Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, Tintern Abbey To them I may have owed another gift, Tintern Abbey How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee Tintern Abbey How often has my spirit turned to thee! Tintern Abbey For future years. And so I dare to hope Tintern Abbey To me was all in all. -- I cannot paint Tintern Abbey Their colours and their forms, were then to me Tintern Abbey To look on nature, not as in the hour Tintern Abbey To chasten and subdue. And I have felt Tintern Abbey And what perceive; well pleased to recognize Tintern Abbey Suffer my genial spirits to decay: Tintern Abbey Through all the years of this our life, to lead Tintern Abbey From joy to joy: for she can so inform Tintern Abbey To blow against thee: and in after years, Tintern Abbey And this green pastoral landscape, were to me Tintern Abbey
