WHILE..............27 Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood Ancyent Marinere III While clombe above the Eastern bar Ancyent Marinere III Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while Ancyent Marinere VII While each to his great father bends, Ancyent Marinere VII Beneath that tree, while yet it was a tree Foster-Mother Glistning, while many a glow-worm in the shade Nightingale While his fair eyes that swam with undropt tears Nightingale While like a sea the storming army came, Female Vagrant While Harry held her by the arm -- Goody Blake While still I held him by the arm, Anecdote for Fathers While in a grove I sate reclined, Lines in Early Spring Cuts like a scythe, while through the clouds The Thorn While yet the summer-leaves were green, The Thorn 'Twas worth your while, though in the dark, The Thorn And while the pony moves his legs, Idiot Boy While to the town she posts away; Idiot Boy I cannot tell; but while he laughs, Idiot Boy And while her mind was fighting thus, Idiot Boy While our four travelers homeward wend; Idiot Boy For while they all were travelling home, Idiot Boy While, facing thus the crimson west, Near Richmond While the joy that precedes the calm season of rest Convict If, while a half-slumber his memory bedims, Convict While the jail-mastiff howls at the dull clanking chain, Convict While with an eye made quiet by the power Tintern Abbey While here I stand, not only with the sense Tintern Abbey Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while Tintern Abbey
WHILES..............1 Whiles all the night thro' [fog-smoke white] Ancyent Marinere I
WHIP................2 There is no need of whip or wand, Idiot Boy He quite forgot his holly whip, Idiot Boy
WHIRL...............1 Upon the whirl, where sank the Ship, Ancyent Marinere VII
WHIRLWIND'S.........3 Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep, Female Vagrant And when the whirlwind's on the hill, The Thorn "Or when the whirlwind's on the hill, The Thorn
WHISPER.............2 With never a whisper in the Sea Ancyent Marinere III A wicked whisper came and made Ancyent Marinere IV
WHISTLE.............1 The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill, Female Vagrant
WHISTLED............3 Quoth she, and whistled thrice. Ancyent Marinere III And whistled thro' his bones; Ancyent Marinere III And whistled, as he were a bird himself: Foster-Mother
WHISTLING...........1 And whistling, called the wind that hardly curled Female Vagrant
WHIT................1 But not a whit the warmer he: Goody Blake
WHITE..............14 Whiles all the night thro' [fog-smoke white] Ancyent Marinere I Glimmer'd the white moon-shine. Ancyent Marinere I The breezes blew, the white foam flew, Ancyent Marinere II Burnt green and blue and white. Ancyent Marinere II Her skin is white as leprosy, Ancyent Marinere III They mov'd in tracks of shining white; Ancyent Marinere IV The moonlight bay was white all o'er, Ancyent Marinere VI And the bay was white with silent light, Ancyent Marinere VI As white as my poor cheek will be, Lewti Thin and white and very high. Lewti Then should I view her bosom white, Lewti "And when the ground was white with snow, We Are Seven Green, red, and pearly white. The Thorn My fire is dead, and snowy white Forsaken Indian
WHITER..............1 And now 'tis whiter than before, Lewti
WHITHER.............2 Oh! tell me whither ---- for no earthly friend Female Vagrant -- I asked him whither he was bound, and what Old Man Travelling
WHIZ................1 Like the whiz of my Cross-bow. Ancyent Marinere III
WHO................38 "By him who died on cross, Ancyent Marinere V "The spirit who 'bideth by himself Ancyent Marinere V "Who shot him with his bow." Ancyent Marinere V Who now doth crazy go, Ancyent Marinere VII He prayeth well who loveth well Ancyent Marinere VII He prayeth best who loveth best, Ancyent Marinere VII For the dear God, who loveth us, Ancyent Marinere VII Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it, Foster-Mother A Friar, who gathered simples in the wood, Foster-Mother Who sung a doleful song about green fields, Foster-Mother With those bold voyagers, who made discovery Foster-Mother -------------------------- Who he was Yew-Tree near Esthwaite I well remember. -- He was one who own'd Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt Yew-Tree near Esthwaite The least of nature's works, one who might move Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Poet, who hath been building up the rhyme Nightingale Who lose the deep'ning twilights of the spring Nightingale Who dwelleth in her hospitable home Nightingale Who, capable of no articulate sound, Nightingale And who so stout of limb as he? Goody Blake And any man who pass'd her door, Goody Blake As every man who knew her says, Goody Blake Then Goody, who had nothing said, Goody Blake "God! who art never out of hearing, Goody Blake And all who see him say 'tis plain, Goody Blake Who had a brain so wild! The Thorn To each poor brother who offends against us -- Dungeon Old Susan, she who dwells alone, Idiot Boy The boy who is her best delight, Idiot Boy And who is she, be-times abroad, Idiot Boy Who is it, but old Susan Gale? Idiot Boy Who would not cherish dreams so sweet, Near Richmond Who, pouring here a [3]later ditty, Near Richmond A man who does not move with pain, but moves Old Man Travelling "Who, from a sea-fight has been brought to Falmouth, Old Man Travelling A woman who was not thy mother. Forsaken Indian Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then Tintern Abbey
