BROKE...............2 Sobbed like a child -- it almost broke his heart: Foster-Mother The shriek that from the distant battle broke! Female Vagrant
BROKEN..............1 And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Nightingale
BROOD...............2 Protract a curst existence, with the brood Female Vagrant The wild brood saw me weep, my fate enquired, Female Vagrant
BROODING............1 Besides, on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brooding still. Female Vagrant
BROOK...............5 A noise like of a hidden brook Ancyent Marinere V "My forest brook along: Ancyent Marinere VII Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell Nightingale And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook. Female Vagrant To hunt the moon that's in the brook, Idiot Boy
BROTHER............10 "See, brother, see! how graciously Ancyent Marinere VI "Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high, Ancyent Marinere VI Of golden lands. Leoni's younger brother Foster-Mother And I in truth did love him like a brother, Female Vagrant A simple child, dear brother Jim, We Are Seven "My sister and my brother, We Are Seven "My brother John and I. We Are Seven "My brother John was forced to go, We Are Seven To each poor brother who offends against us -- Dungeon "Is come as a brother thy sorrows to share. Convict
BROTHER'S...........2 The body of my brother's son Ancyent Marinere V That lap (their very nourishment!) their brother's blood. Female Vagrant
BROTHERS............1 "Sisters and brothers, little maid, We Are Seven
BROUGHT............10 That brought the fog and mist. Ancyent Marinere II [As] hang on brambles. Well, he brought him home, Foster-Mother Which brought this judgment: so the youth was seized Foster-Mother And nothing to my mind a sweeter pleasure brought. Female Vagrant Were not for me, brought up on nothing ill; Female Vagrant Another was on Thursday brought, Goody Blake The tears into his eyes were brought, Simon Lee About its mother's heart, and brought The Thorn Should be to public justice brought; The Thorn "Who, from a sea-fight has been brought to Falmouth, Old Man Travelling
BROW................1 The Hermit cross'd his brow -- Ancyent Marinere VII
BROWN...............3 "And thou art long and lank and brown Ancyent Marinere IV "And thy skinny hand so brown -- Ancyent Marinere IV And what if my poor cheek be brown? Mad Mother
BUCKETS.............1 The silly buckets on the deck Ancyent Marinere V
BUDDING.............1 The budding twigs spread out their fan, Lines in Early Spring
BUILD...............1 I'll build an Indian bower; I know Mad Mother
BUILDING............1 Poet, who hath been building up the rhyme Nightingale
BUNDLE..............1 Her bundle from her lap let fall; Goody Blake
BURIED..............3 The little babe was buried there, The Thorn The little babe is buried there, The Thorn Her life and soul were buried. Idiot Boy
BURNING.............1 With broad and burning face. Ancyent Marinere III
BURNT...............4 Burnt green and blue and white. Ancyent Marinere II The charmed water burnt alway Ancyent Marinere IV And each right-arm burnt like a torch, Ancyent Marinere VI The sun has burnt her coal-black hair, Mad Mother
BURR................7 His lips with joy they burr at you, Idiot Boy Burr, burr -- now Johnny's lips they burr, Idiot Boy Burr, burr -- now Johnny's lips they burr, Idiot Boy Burr, burr -- now Johnny's lips they burr, Idiot Boy And Johnny's lips they burr, burr, burr, Idiot Boy And Johnny's lips they burr, burr, burr, Idiot Boy And Johnny's lips they burr, burr, burr, Idiot Boy
BURRS...............1 And Johnny burrs and laughs aloud, Idiot Boy
BURST...............3 We were the first that ever burst Ancyent Marinere II Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy, Nightingale Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame, Female Vagrant
BURSTING............1 But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, Dungeon
BURSTS..............2 The upper air bursts into life, Ancyent Marinere V What loud uproar bursts from that door! Ancyent Marinere VII
BURTHEN.............2 No doubt, a burthen weighty; Simon Lee In which the burthen of the mystery, Tintern Abbey
BURY................1 To bury this poor thorn for ever. The Thorn
BUSH................2 He stood behind a bush of elder, Goody Blake In bush and brake, in black and green, Idiot Boy
BUSHES..............1 Forget it was not day! On moonlight bushes, Nightingale
BUSTLE..............2 -- Why bustle thus about your door, Idiot Boy What means this bustle, Betty Foy? Idiot Boy
BUSTLING............1 Of feet still bustling round with busy glee, Female Vagrant
BUSY................2 Of feet still bustling round with busy glee, Female Vagrant And ear still busy on its nightly watch, Female Vagrant
BUT...............115 But still he holds the wedding-guest -- Ancyent Marinere I He cannot chuse but hear: Ancyent Marinere I Yet he cannot chuse but hear: Ancyent Marinere I But no sweet Bird did follow Ancyent Marinere II But or ever a prayer had gusht, Ancyent Marinere IV But O! more horrible than that Ancyent Marinere IV But where the ship's huge shadow lay, Ancyent Marinere IV But with its sound it shook the sails Ancyent Marinere V But he said nought to me -- Ancyent Marinere V But look at me they n'old: Ancyent Marinere V But in a minute she 'gan stir Ancyent Marinere V But ere my living life return'd, Ancyent Marinere V "But tell me, tell me! speak again, Ancyent Marinere VI "But why drives on that ship so fast Ancyent Marinere VI I look'd far-forth, but little saw Ancyent Marinere VI But soon there breath'd a wind on me, Ancyent Marinere VI But soon I saw that my own flesh Ancyent Marinere VI No voice; but O! the silence sank, Ancyent Marinere VI "That signals made but now? Ancyent Marinere VII But I ne spake ne stirred! Ancyent Marinere VII But, swift as dreams, myself I found Ancyent Marinere VII But in the Garden-bower the Bride Ancyent Marinere VII Farewell, farewell! but this I tell Ancyent Marinere VII She gazes idly! -- But that entrance, Mother! Foster-Mother A pretty boy, but most unteachable -- Foster-Mother But knew the names of birds, and mocked their notes, Foster-Mother But Oh! poor wretch! -- he read, and read, and read, Foster-Mother But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet, Foster-Mother And ne'er was heard of more: but 'tis supposed, Foster-Mother All but neglect: and so, his spirit damped Yew-Tree near Esthwaite But hear no murmuring: it flows silently Nightingale -- But some night-wandering Man, whose heart was pierc'd Nightingale Be lov'd, like nature! -- But 'twill not be so; Nightingale But never elsewhere in one place I knew Nightingale Whose dewy leafits are but half disclos'd, Nightingale It is a father's tale. But if that Heaven Nightingale But the rock shone brighter far. Lewti But, when he had refused the proffered gold, Female Vagrant All but the bed where his old body lay, Female Vagrant But soon, with proud parade, the noisy drum Female Vagrant But from delay the summer calms were past. Female Vagrant But from those crazing thoughts my brain, escape! Female Vagrant Was best, could I but shun the spot where man might come. Female Vagrant Recovery came with food: but still, my brain Female Vagrant But life of happier sort to me pourtrayed, Female Vagrant But ill it suited me, in journey dark Female Vagrant But, what afflicts my peace with keenest ruth Female Vagrant But she, poor woman, dwelt alone. Goody Blake But when the ice our streams did fetter, Goody Blake But not a whit the warmer he: Goody Blake But ever to himself he mutters, Goody Blake But others say he's eighty. Simon Lee And, though he has but one eye left, Simon Lee A scrap of land they have, but they Simon Lee But what avails the land to them, Simon Lee It is no tale; but should you think, Simon Lee Could I but teach the hundredth part Anecdote for Fathers "But they are dead; those two are dead! We Are Seven But the least motion which they made, Lines in Early Spring But never, never any where, The Thorn But if you'd gladly view the spot, The Thorn "But wherefore to the mountain-top The Thorn But to the thorn, and to the pond The Thorn But Stephen to another maid The Thorn But some remember well, The Thorn But that she goes to this old thorn, The Thorn "But what's the thorn? and what's the pond? The Thorn I cannot tell; but some will say The Thorn But all and each agree, The Thorn But kill a new-born infant thus! The Thorn But then the beauteous hill of moss The Thorn But all do still aver The Thorn But plain it is, the thorn is bound The Thorn But such a one, on English ground, Last of the Flock I had but only one, Last of the Flock But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, Dungeon But nay, my heart is far too glad; Mad Mother But, safe as in a cradle, here Mad Mother But then there came a sight of joy; Mad Mother But still be true 'till I am dead, Mad Mother But thou wilt live with me in love, Mad Mother But he, poor man! is wretched made, Mad Mother But wherefore set upon a saddle Idiot Boy But, Betty! what has he to do Idiot Boy But when she hears what you have done, Idiot Boy But Betty's bent on her intent, Idiot Boy But when the pony moved his legs, Idiot Boy But then he is a horse that thinks! Idiot Boy But Betty, poor good woman! she, Idiot Boy But yet I guess that now and then Idiot Boy But Betty is not quite at ease; Idiot Boy But now that time is gone and past. Idiot Boy But neither Doctor nor his guide Idiot Boy "Consider, Johnny's but half-wise; Idiot Boy "But I shall soon be back again." Idiot Boy Then off she hies, but with a prayer Idiot Boy "But he is neither far nor near, Idiot Boy She listens, but she cannot hear Idiot Boy But half of what to him befel, Idiot Boy I cannot tell; but while he laughs, Idiot Boy But he is milder far than she, Idiot Boy Who is it, but old Susan Gale? Idiot Boy But, heedless of the following gloom, Near Richmond But in the milder grief of pity. Near Richmond "The eye it cannot chuse but see, Expostulation "But we must still be seeking? Expostulation A man who does not move with pain, but moves Old Man Travelling But they to me no joy can give, Forsaken Indian But if grief, self-consumed, in oblivion would doze, Convict But now he half-raises his deep-sunken eye, Convict "But one, whose first wish is the wish to be good, Convict But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Tintern Abbey Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft, Tintern Abbey Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts Tintern Abbey Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes Tintern Abbey
