BOUNDED.............1
   I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides               Tintern Abbey


BOUNTY..............1
   On hazard, or what general bounty yields,                Female Vagrant


BOW.................3
   "Why look'st thou so?" -- with my cross bow              Ancyent Marinere I
   "With his cruel bow he lay'd full low                    Ancyent Marinere V
   "Who shot him with his bow."                             Ancyent Marinere V


BOW'R...............1
   It is a breezy jasmin bow'r,                             Lewti


BOWER...............2
   Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower,             Lines in Early Spring
   I'll build an Indian bower; I know                       Mad Mother


BOWERS..............1
   Close by my mother in their native bowers:               Female Vagrant


BOY................34
   The pilot, and the pilot's boy                           Ancyent Marinere VI
   I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,                        Ancyent Marinere VII
   And so the babe grew up a pretty boy,                    Foster-Mother
   A pretty boy, but most unteachable --                    Foster-Mother
   A grey-haired man -- he loved this little boy,           Foster-Mother
   The boy loved him -- and, when the Friar taught him,     Foster-Mother
   I have a boy of five years old,                          Anecdote for Fathers
   My boy was by my side, so slim                           Anecdote for Fathers
   "My little boy, which like you more,"                    Anecdote for Fathers
   At this, my boy, so fair and slim,                       Anecdote for Fathers
   Then did the boy his tongue unlock,                      Anecdote for Fathers
   Oh dearest, dearest boy! my heart                        Anecdote for Fathers
   I waked, and saw my little boy,                          Mad Mother
   My little boy of flesh and blood;                        Mad Mother
   Oh! love me, love me, little boy!                        Mad Mother
   Then do not fear, my boy! for thee                       Mad Mother
   If his sweet boy he could forsake,                       Mad Mother
   I'll teach my boy the sweetest things;                   Mad Mother
   Him whom you love, your idiot boy?                       Idiot Boy
   Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?                       Idiot Boy
   Him whom she loves, her idiot boy.                       Idiot Boy
   The boy who is her best delight,                         Idiot Boy
   On which her idiot boy must ride,                        Idiot Boy
   Oh! then for the poor idiot boy!                         Idiot Boy
   The silence of her idiot boy,                            Idiot Boy
   "And I have lost my poor dear boy,                       Idiot Boy
   "Oh carry back my idiot boy!                             Idiot Boy
   And cannot find her idiot boy.                           Idiot Boy
   Him whom she loves, her idiot boy.                       Idiot Boy
   He whom you love, your idiot boy.                        Idiot Boy
   And fast she holds her idiot boy.                        Idiot Boy
   To hear again her idiot boy.                             Idiot Boy
   Him whom she loves, her idiot boy,                       Idiot Boy
   The pony, Betty, and her boy,                            Idiot Boy


BOYISH..............1
   (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,                Tintern Abbey


BOYS................1
   "Seven boys and girls are we;                            We Are Seven


BRAIN..............11
   'Till his brain turned -- and ere his twentieth year,    Foster-Mother
   It would thy brain unsettle even to hear.                Female Vagrant
   But from those crazing thoughts my brain, escape!        Female Vagrant
   Dizzy my brain, with interruption short                  Female Vagrant
   Recovery came with food: but still, my brain             Female Vagrant
   Nay rack your brain -- 'tis all in vain,                 The Thorn
   And almost turn'd her brain to tinder.                   The Thorn
   Sad case for such a brain to hold                        The Thorn
   Who had a brain so wild!                                 The Thorn
   A fire was once within my brain;                         Mad Mother
   It cools my blood; it cools my brain;                    Mad Mother


BRAKE...............1
   In bush and brake, in black and green,                   Idiot Boy


BRAMBLES............1
   [As] hang on brambles. Well, he brought him home,        Foster-Mother


BRANCHES............1
   In spikes, in branches, and in stars,                    The Thorn


BREAD...............3
   Four years each day with daily bread was blest,          Female Vagrant
   Whereof to buy us bread:"                                Last of the Flock
   And bought my little children bread,                     Last of the Flock


BREAK...............4
   And we did speak only to break                           Ancyent Marinere II
   That break against the shore, shall lull thy mind        Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   To break my dream the vessel reached its bound:          Female Vagrant
   They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot;     Dungeon


BREAST..............5
   The wedding-guest here beat his breast,                  Ancyent Marinere I
   The wedding-guest he beat his breast                     Ancyent Marinere I
   Three lovely infants lay upon my breast;                 Female Vagrant
   That comes not to the human mourner's breast.            Female Vagrant
   Thy father cares not for my breast,                      Mad Mother


BREASTS.............1
   Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me.                    Mad Mother


BREATH..............5
   We stuck, ne breath ne motion,                           Ancyent Marinere II
   And all at once their breath drew in                     Ancyent Marinere III
   That lightly draws its breath,                           We Are Seven
   And deep is the sigh of his breath,                      Convict
   Until, the breath of this corporeal frame,               Tintern Abbey