WILD...............17 To get the seeds of wild flowers, and to plant them Foster-Mother How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah, Foster-Mother Now wild, to bend its arms in circling shade, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite This grove is wild with tangling underwood, Nightingale The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time; Female Vagrant The wild brood saw me weep, my fate enquired, Female Vagrant Who had a brain so wild! The Thorn Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, Mad Mother Alas! alas! that look so wild, Mad Mother Unworthy things she talked and wild, Idiot Boy And then he stretched his arms, how wild! Forsaken Indian Which on a wild secluded scene impress Tintern Abbey The wild green landscape. Once again I see Tintern Abbey Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms Tintern Abbey Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while Tintern Abbey When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Tintern Abbey Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Tintern Abbey
WILDER..............1 Troubled with wilder fancies, than the moon Foster-Mother
WILDERNESS..........2 In wood or wilderness, in camp or town, Female Vagrant A desart wilderness will be. Idiot Boy
WILDLY..............1 And she was wildly clad; We Are Seven
WILL...............46 The Marinere hath his will. Ancyent Marinere I "Marinere! thou hast thy will: Ancyent Marinere V And penance more will do. Ancyent Marinere V "For slow and slow that ship will go, Ancyent Marinere VI Come, we will rest on this old mossy Bridge! Nightingale If LEWTI never will be kind. Lewti As white as my poor cheek will be, Lewti For LEWTI never will be kind. Lewti Here will I weep in peace, (so fancy wrought,) Female Vagrant Will often live in one small cottage, Goody Blake He never will be warm again. Goody Blake Edward will come with you, and pray, Lines near my House We from to-day, my friend, will date Lines near my House Yet, meet him where you will, you see Simon Lee As he to you will tell, Simon Lee Some tale will be related. Simon Lee The little Maid would have her will, We Are Seven Gave with a maiden's true good will The Thorn I will be sworn is true. The Thorn Through half the clear blue sky will go, The Thorn I cannot tell; but some will say The Thorn Bold as a lion I will be; Mad Mother And I will always be thy guide, Mad Mother We two will live in honesty. Mad Mother And every day we two will pray Mad Mother The world will say 'tis very idle, Idiot Boy What must be done? what will betide? Idiot Boy Feeding at will along the lane, Idiot Boy Or she will die, old Susan Gale. Idiot Boy And Betty will not then depart. Idiot Boy He never will be out of humour. Idiot Boy What comfort Johnny soon will bring, Idiot Boy Which she to Susan will not tell. Idiot Boy Quoth Betty "he will soon be here, Idiot Boy And never will be heard of more. Idiot Boy "Where he will stay till he is dead; Idiot Boy "Here will I die; here will I die; Idiot Boy "Here will I die; here will I die; Idiot Boy "And we will ne'er o'erload thee more." Idiot Boy A desart wilderness will be. Idiot Boy Why will ye thus my suit repel? Idiot Boy "Against, or with our will. Expostulation "That nothing of itself will come, Expostulation And they are dead, and I will die. Forsaken Indian Then ere contented will I lie; Forsaken Indian My journey will be shortly run, Forsaken Indian
WILLIAM.............2 "Why William, on that old grey stone, Expostulation "Why William, sit you thus alone, Expostulation
WILT................5 And if from me thou wilt not go, Mad Mother But thou wilt live with me in love, Mad Mother Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, Tintern Abbey Of past existence, wilt thou then forget Tintern Abbey Of holier love. Now wilt thou then forget, Tintern Abbey
WIND...............23 Listen, Stranger! Storm and Wind, Ancyent Marinere I A Wind and Tempest strong! Ancyent Marinere I And a good south wind sprung up behind, Ancyent Marinere I And the good south wind still blew behind, Ancyent Marinere II Withouten wind, withouten tide Ancyent Marinere III A gust of wind sterte up behind Ancyent Marinere III The roaring wind! it roar'd far off, Ancyent Marinere V The coming wind doth roar more loud; Ancyent Marinere V The strong wind reach'd the ship: it roar'd Ancyent Marinere V "Withouten wave or wind? Ancyent Marinere VI But soon there breath'd a wind on me, Ancyent Marinere VI The wind, that shade nor motion made, Ancyent Marinere VI Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And whistling, called the wind that hardly curled Female Vagrant For they come far by wind and tide. Goody Blake Like a loose casement in the wind. Goody Blake And every wind that blows; The Thorn "Whatever wind may blow?" The Thorn The wind blew from the mountain-peak, The Thorn And then the wind! in faith, it was The Thorn A wind full ten times over. The Thorn Wind slowly through the windy dale: Idiot Boy Oh wind that o'er my head art flying, Forsaken Indian
