WINDS...............3 The winds at night had made a rout, Goody Blake Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters, Dungeon And let the misty mountain winds be free Tintern Abbey
WINDY...............1 Wind slowly through the windy dale: Idiot Boy
WINGS...............1 Then up she springs as if on wings; Idiot Boy
WINK................1 And then for cold not sleep a wink. Goody Blake
WINS................1 But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, Dungeon
WINTER..............4 When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire; Female Vagrant Oh joy for her! when e'er in winter Goody Blake Where oft the stormy winter gale The Thorn And all that winter, when at night The Thorn
WINTERS.............1 Of five long winters! and again I hear Tintern Abbey
WIPE................1 To wipe those briny tears away. Last of the Flock
WISDOM..............5 The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Yew-Tree near Esthwaite This is the process of our love and wisdom, Dungeon "The devil take his wisdom!" said Idiot Boy There's more of wisdom in it. Tables Turned Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Tables Turned
WISE................4 The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And bid us listen! And I deem it wise Nightingale "He's not as wise as some folks be," Idiot Boy "In a wise passiveness. Expostulation
WISER...............3 Sadder and wiser thou wedding-guest! Ancyent Marinere V A sadder and a wiser man Ancyent Marinere VII Unlawful, ever. O, be wiser thou! Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
WISH................8 My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay; Female Vagrant My Sister! ('tis a wish of mine) Lines near my House I cannot tell; I wish I could; The Thorn I wish that you would go: The Thorn No more I know, I wish I did, The Thorn As I could wish to be; Last of the Flock "But one, whose first wish is the wish to be good, Convict "But one, whose first wish is the wish to be good, Convict
WISHED..............5 Fondly we wished, and wished away, nor knew, Female Vagrant Fondly we wished, and wished away, nor knew, Female Vagrant As if he wished himself to hide: Last of the Flock I wished they all were gone: Last of the Flock When I was well, I wished to live, Forsaken Indian
WISHES..............2 In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd, Female Vagrant With wishes the past to undo; Convict
WIST................2 A certain shape, I wist. Ancyent Marinere III A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! Ancyent Marinere III
WIT.................1 Of Johnny's wit and Johnny's glory. Idiot Boy
WITCH'S.............1 The water, like a witch's oils, Ancyent Marinere II
WITH..............206 "Marinere! come with me." Ancyent Marinere I He holds him with his skinny hand, Ancyent Marinere I He holds him with his glittering eye -- Ancyent Marinere I The Ice did split with a thunder-fit; Ancyent Marinere I "Why look'st thou so?" -- with my cross bow Ancyent Marinere I Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Ancyent Marinere II We had been choked with soot. Ancyent Marinere II With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd Ancyent Marinere III With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd Ancyent Marinere III With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd Ancyent Marinere III With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd Ancyent Marinere III She steddies with upright keel. Ancyent Marinere III And strait the Sun was fleck'd with bars Ancyent Marinere III With broad and burning face. Ancyent Marinere III His bones were black with many a crack, Ancyent Marinere III Jet-black and bare, save where with rust Ancyent Marinere III They're patch'd with purple and green. Ancyent Marinere III With never a whisper in the Sea Ancyent Marinere III The Horned Moon, with one bright Star Ancyent Marinere III Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang Ancyent Marinere III And curs'd me with his ee. Ancyent Marinere III With never a sigh or groan. Ancyent Marinere III With heavy thump, a lifeless lump Ancyent Marinere III The look with which they look'd on me, Ancyent Marinere IV I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew Ancyent Marinere V But with its sound it shook the sails Ancyent Marinere V The lightning falls with never a jag Ancyent Marinere V With their sweet jargoning, Ancyent Marinere V With a short uneasy motion -- Ancyent Marinere V With a short uneasy motion. Ancyent Marinere V "With his cruel bow he lay'd full low Ancyent Marinere V "Who shot him with his bow." Ancyent Marinere V The pang, the curse with which they died, Ancyent Marinere VI It mingled strangely with my fears, Ancyent Marinere VI And I with sobs did pray -- Ancyent Marinere VI And the bay was white with silent light, Ancyent Marinere VI With silent pace, each to his place, Ancyent Marinere VI He loves to talk with Marineres Ancyent Marinere VII "When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow, Ancyent Marinere VII With a woeful agony, Ancyent Marinere VII With a goodly company. Ancyent Marinere VII Whose beard with age is hoar, Ancyent Marinere VII That joined your names with mine! O my sweet lady, Foster-Mother Troubled with wilder fancies, than the moon Foster-Mother Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye Foster-Mother With lusty arm. You know that huge round beam Foster-Mother With thistle-beards, and such small locks of wool Foster-Mother With earth and water, on the stumps of trees. Foster-Mother He soon could write with the pen: and from that time, Foster-Mother With holy men, nor in a holy place -- Foster-Mother The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him. Foster-Mother The earth heaved under them with such a groan, Foster-Mother His rosy face besoiled with unwiped tears. Foster-Mother With those bold voyagers, who made discovery Foster-Mother That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And big with lofty views, he to the world Yew-Tree near Esthwaite At once, with rash disdain he turned away, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And with the food of pride sustained his soul Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And on these barren rocks, with juniper, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite With mournful joy, to think that others felt Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Till his eye streamed with tears. In this deep vale Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Which he has never used; that thought with him Yew-Tree near Esthwaite True dignity abides with him alone Yew-Tree near Esthwaite With the remembrance of a grievous wrong, Nightingale (And so, poor Wretch! fill'd all things with himself Nightingale With fast thick warble his delicious notes, Nightingale This grove is wild with tangling underwood, Nightingale With skirmish and capricious passagings, Nightingale Stirring the air with such an harmony, Nightingale With one sensation, and those wakeful Birds Nightingale Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing head. Nightingale Mars all things with his imitative lisp, Nightingale I hurried with him to our orchard plot, Nightingale While his fair eyes that swam with undropt tears Nightingale Familiar with these songs, that with the night Nightingale Familiar with these songs, that with the night Nightingale With floating colours not a few, Lewti With a rich and amber light; Lewti And so with many a hope I seek, Lewti And with such joy I find my LEWTI; Lewti To creep unseen with noiseless tread, Lewti With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the shore Female Vagrant My garden, stored with pease, and mint, and thyme, Female Vagrant With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd; Female Vagrant For never could I hope to meet with such another. Female Vagrant Four years each day with daily bread was blest, Female Vagrant But soon, with proud parade, the noisy drum Female Vagrant And now to the seacoast, with numbers more, we drew. Female Vagrant We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep Female Vagrant Protract a curst existence, with the brood Female Vagrant A thought resigned with pain, when from the mast Female Vagrant I lay, where with his drowsy mates, the cock Female Vagrant With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall; Female Vagrant Dizzy my brain, with interruption short Female Vagrant Recovery came with food: but still, my brain Female Vagrant Of feet still bustling round with busy glee, Female Vagrant Of service done with careless cruelty, Female Vagrant Memory, though slow, returned with strength; and thence Female Vagrant Semblance, with straw and panniered ass, they made Female Vagrant Well met from far with revelry secure, Female Vagrant With little kindness would to me incline. Female Vagrant With tears whose course no effort could confine, Female Vagrant But, what afflicts my peace with keenest ruth Female Vagrant 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; Goody Blake 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; Goody Blake And crisp with frost the stubble-land. Goody Blake When with her load she turned about, Goody Blake He started forward with a shout, Goody Blake Edward will come with you, and pray, Lines near my House Put on with speed your woodland dress, Lines near my House With speed put on your woodland dress, Lines near my House Lives with him, near the waterfall, Simon Lee Old Ruth works out of doors with him, Simon Lee And though you with your utmost skill Simon Lee I struck, and with a single blow Simon Lee With coldness still returning. Simon Lee With so much happiness to spare, Anecdote for Fathers Her hair was thick with many a curl We Are Seven "Dwell near them with my mother." We Are Seven "And when the ground was white with snow, We Are Seven With lichens it is overgrown. The Thorn With lichens to the very top, The Thorn And hung with heavy tufts of moss, The Thorn With plain and manifest intent, The Thorn This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss, The Thorn Gave with a maiden's true good will The Thorn And with this other maid to church The Thorn She was with child, and she was mad, The Thorn Communion with a stirring child! The Thorn They had to do with Martha Ray. The Thorn For one day with my telescope, The Thorn With drops of that poor infant's blood; The Thorn With spades they would have sought. The Thorn With heavy tufts of moss, that strive The Thorn His cheeks with tears were wet. Last of the Flock Then with his coat he made essay Last of the Flock And they were healthy with their food; Last of the Flock With all my care and pains, Last of the Flock For daily with my growing store Last of the Flock Circled with evil, till his very soul Dungeon With other ministrations, thou, O nature! Dungeon Oh! press me with thy little hand; Mad Mother But thou wilt live with me in love, Mad Mother With me he never would have stay'd: Mad Mother With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle; Idiot Boy His lips with joy they burr at you, Idiot Boy With stirrup, saddle, or with rein? Idiot Boy With stirrup, saddle, or with rein? Idiot Boy And with a hurly-burly now Idiot Boy Both with his head, and with his hand, Idiot Boy Both with his head, and with his hand, Idiot Boy And Betty's face with joy o'erflows, Idiot Boy With many a most diverting thing, Idiot Boy Demure with porringer and plate Idiot Boy With Betty all was not so well, Idiot Boy With other names, an endless string, Idiot Boy With, "God forbid it should be true!" Idiot Boy "Susan, I'd gladly stay with you. Idiot Boy Then off she hies, but with a prayer Idiot Boy "Or playing with the waterfall." Idiot Boy "I'm here, what is't you want with me?" Idiot Boy The streams with softest sound are flowing, Idiot Boy He with his pony now doth roam Idiot Boy Perhaps, with head and heels on fire, Idiot Boy For sure he met with strange adventures. Idiot Boy Which thunders down with headlong force, Idiot Boy She darts as with a torrent's force, Idiot Boy And almost stifled with her bliss, Idiot Boy Her limbs are all alive with joy. Idiot Boy And with the owls began my song, Idiot Boy And with the owls must end. Idiot Boy With evening-twilight's summer hues, Near Richmond And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam, Near Richmond Till peace go with him to the tomb. Near Richmond "Against, or with our will. Expostulation Come forth, and bring with you a heart Tables Turned A man who does not move with pain, but moves Old Man Travelling With thought -- He is insensibly subdued Old Man Travelling With envy, what the old man hardly feels. Old Man Travelling All stiff with ice the ashes lie; Forsaken Indian I feel I must have died with thee. Forsaken Indian Could I with thee a message send. Forsaken Indian With happy heart I would then die, Forsaken Indian And with a deep sadness I turned, to repair Convict And with steadfast dejection his eyes are intent Convict With wishes the past to undo; Convict "With o'erweening complacence our state to compare, Convict Five years have passed; five summers, with the length Tintern Abbey With a sweet inland murmur.[4] Tintern Abbey The landscape with the quiet of the sky. Tintern Abbey Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits, Tintern Abbey Nor, with their green and simple hue, disturb Tintern Abbey With some uncertain notice, as might seem, Tintern Abbey With tranquil restoration: -- feelings too Tintern Abbey While with an eye made quiet by the power Tintern Abbey And now, with gleams of half-extinguished though[t,] Tintern Abbey With many recognitions dim and faint, Tintern Abbey While here I stand, not only with the sense Tintern Abbey Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts Tintern Abbey A presence that disturbs me with the joy Tintern Abbey For thou art with me, here, upon the banks Tintern Abbey With quietness and beauty, and so feed Tintern Abbey With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Tintern Abbey Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Tintern Abbey With warmer love, oh! with far deeper zeal Tintern Abbey With warmer love, oh! with far deeper zeal Tintern Abbey
