WITHAL..............1 Yet fair withal, as spirits are. Lewti
WITHDREW............1 The parting signal streamed, at last the land withdrew, Female Vagrant
WITHER'D............2 Was wither'd at the root; Ancyent Marinere II She pray'd, her wither'd hand uprearing, Goody Blake
WITHIN..............7 Within the shadow of the ship Ancyent Marinere IV Within the Pilot's boat. Ancyent Marinere VII Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths. Nightingale No ease, within doors or without, Last of the Flock A fire was once within my brain; Mad Mother There's not a house within a mile, Idiot Boy The mind that is within us, so impress Tintern Abbey
WITHOUT.............4 No ease, within doors or without, Last of the Flock Without me my sweet babe would die. Mad Mother And he must post without delay Idiot Boy For strong and without pain I lay, Forsaken Indian
WITHOUTEN...........3 Withouten wind, withouten tide Ancyent Marinere III Withouten wind, withouten tide Ancyent Marinere III "Withouten wave or wind? Ancyent Marinere VI
WOE.................9 And it would work 'em woe; Ancyent Marinere II They fled to bliss or woe; Ancyent Marinere III Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame, Female Vagrant "Oh woe is me! oh misery!" The Thorn "Oh woe is me! oh misery!" The Thorn "O woe is me! oh misery!" The Thorn I cannot work thee any woe. Mad Mother "O woe is me! O woe is me! Idiot Boy "O woe is me! O woe is me! Idiot Boy
WOEFUL..............5 With a woeful agony, Ancyent Marinere VII A woeful time it was for me, Last of the Flock For me it was a woeful day. Last of the Flock For me it was a woeful day. Last of the Flock For me it was a woeful day. Last of the Flock
WOFUL...............1 Poor Martha! on that woful day The Thorn
WOKE................1 I woke, and we were sailing on Ancyent Marinere VI
WOLF................2 "And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below Ancyent Marinere VII The wolf has come to me tonight, Forsaken Indian
WOMAN..............15 That woman and her fleshless Pheere? Ancyent Marinere III To a man of woman born: Ancyent Marinere V By a man of woman born: Ancyent Marinere V (The Woman thus her artless story told) Female Vagrant -- This woman dwelt in Dorsetshire, Goody Blake But she, poor woman, dwelt alone. Goody Blake His wife, an aged woman, Simon Lee A woman in a scarlet cloak, The Thorn This wretched woman thither goes, The Thorn "Does this poor woman go? The Thorn "Can this unhappy woman go, The Thorn A woman seated on the ground. The Thorn But Betty, poor good woman! she, Idiot Boy "What, woman! should I know of him?" Idiot Boy A woman who was not thy mother. Forsaken Indian
WOMB................2 'Tis said, a child was in her womb, The Thorn That in her womb the infant wrought The Thorn
WON.................2 "The Game is done! I've won, I've won!" Ancyent Marinere III "The Game is done! I've won, I've won!" Ancyent Marinere III
WOND'ROUS...........1 And it grew wond'rous cauld: Ancyent Marinere I
WONDER..............2 No wonder if her senses fail, Idiot Boy And still and mute, in wonder lost, Idiot Boy
WONDERING...........1 And wondering looked at me. We Are Seven
WONT................2 Where they were wont to do: Ancyent Marinere V As we are wont to do. Anecdote for Fathers
WOOD...............18 That he makes in the wood. Ancyent Marinere VI This Hermit good lives in that wood Ancyent Marinere VII A Friar, who gathered simples in the wood, Foster-Mother In wood and thicket over the wide grove Nightingale In wood or wilderness, in camp or town, Female Vagrant A pile before-hand, wood or stick, Goody Blake A stump of rotten wood. Simon Lee We'll find thy father in the wood. Mad Mother And Betty's husband's at the wood, Idiot Boy Or bringing faggots from the wood. Idiot Boy "And carried Johnny to the wood." Idiot Boy "I'll to the wood." -- The word scarce said Idiot Boy And to the wood at length is come, Idiot Boy One impulse from a vernal wood Tables Turned Rang loud through the meadow and wood. Convict Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms Tintern Abbey O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the wood Tintern Abbey The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Tintern Abbey
