AIRY................1 An hundred airy harps! And she hath watch'd Nightingale
ALAS...............14 Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) Ancyent Marinere III Alas! it has no pow'r to stay: Lewti Glimmer'd our dear-loved home, alas! no longer ours! Female Vagrant Alas! 'twas hardly worth the telling, Goody Blake Alas! that day for Harry Gill! Goody Blake Alas! 'tis very little, all Simon Lee Alas! the gratitude of men Simon Lee Alas! it was an evil time; Last of the Flock Alas! and I have none; Last of the Flock Alas! alas! that look so wild, Mad Mother Alas! alas! that look so wild, Mad Mother "Alas! I should have had him still, Idiot Boy "Alas! what is become of them? Idiot Boy Alas! You might have dragged me on Forsaken Indian
ALBATROSS...........6 At length did cross an Albatross, Ancyent Marinere I The Albatross did follow; Ancyent Marinere I I shot the Albatross. Ancyent Marinere I Instead of the Cross the Albatross Ancyent Marinere II The Albatross fell off, and sank Ancyent Marinere IV "The harmless Albatross. Ancyent Marinere V
ALBATROSS'S.........1 The Albatross's blood. Ancyent Marinere VI
ALBERT'S............1 As mine and Albert's common Foster-mother. Foster-Mother
ALIVE...............6 "Your limbs they are alive; We Are Seven And if 'twas born alive or dead, The Thorn Is all that is alive: Last of the Flock Till thirty were not left alive Last of the Flock Her limbs are all alive with joy. Idiot Boy And yet I am alive. Forsaken Indian
ALL...............157 The Ice was all between. Ancyent Marinere I The Ice was all around: Ancyent Marinere I Whiles all the night thro' [fog-smoke white] Ancyent Marinere I For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird Ancyent Marinere II Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird Ancyent Marinere II All in a hot and copper sky Ancyent Marinere II And all the boards did shrink; Ancyent Marinere II Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood Ancyent Marinere III And all at once their breath drew in Ancyent Marinere III As they were drinking all. Ancyent Marinere III The western wave was all a flame, Ancyent Marinere III And are th[e]se two all, all the crew, Ancyent Marinere III And are th[e]se two all, all the crew, Ancyent Marinere III All black and bare, I ween; Ancyent Marinere III Alone, alone, all all alone Ancyent Marinere IV Alone, alone, all all alone Ancyent Marinere IV And they all dead did lie! Ancyent Marinere IV My garments all were dank; Ancyent Marinere V They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose, Ancyent Marinere V The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes Ancyent Marinere V Sometimes all little birds that are Ancyent Marinere V And now 'twas like all instruments, Ancyent Marinere V That to the sleeping woods all night Ancyent Marinere V The Marineres all return'd to work Ancyent Marinere V The Marineres all 'gan pull the ropes, Ancyent Marinere V All stood together on the deck, Ancyent Marinere VI All fix'd on me their stony eyes Ancyent Marinere VI The moonlight bay was white all o'er, Ancyent Marinere VI A man all light, a seraph-man, Ancyent Marinere VI Then vanish'd all the lovely lights; Ancyent Marinere VI And all was still, save that the hill Ancyent Marinere VII Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while Ancyent Marinere VII And now all in my own Countree Ancyent Marinere VII And all together pray, Ancyent Marinere VII All things both great and small: Ancyent Marinere VII He made and loveth all. Ancyent Marinere VII All you had learnt in the day; and how to talk Foster-Mother And all the autumn 'twas his only play Foster-Mother Of all the heretical and lawless talk Foster-Mother And all alone, set sail by silent moonlight Foster-Mother Far from all human dwelling: what if here Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And scorn, against all enemies prepared, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite All but neglect: and so, his spirit damped Yew-Tree near Esthwaite O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still, Nightingale (And so, poor Wretch! fill'd all things with himself Nightingale And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Nightingale Should make all nature lovelier, and itself Nightingale Of all its music! And I know a grove Nightingale And one low piping sound more sweet than all -- Nightingale Glides thro' the pathways; she knows all their notes, Nightingale Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy, Nightingale Mars all things with his imitative lisp, Nightingale To sleep by day and wake all night. Lewti All pale and wasted I would seem, Lewti Till all his substance fell into decay. Female Vagrant All but the bed where his old body lay, Female Vagrant All, all was seized, and weeping, side by side, Female Vagrant All, all was seized, and weeping, side by side, Female Vagrant All that is dear in being! better far Female Vagrant All perished -- all, in one remorseless year, Female Vagrant All perished -- all, in one remorseless year, Female Vagrant And ravenous plague, all perished: every tear Female Vagrant And from all hope I was forever hurled. Female Vagrant All day, my ready tomb the ocean-flood -- Female Vagrant For all belonged to all, and each was chief. Female Vagrant For all belonged to all, and each was chief. Female Vagrant Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude: Female Vagrant 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; Goody Blake 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; Goody Blake All day she spun in her poor dwelling, Goody Blake -- He hears a noise -- he's all awake -- Goody Blake To God that is the judge of all. Goody Blake He went complaining all the morrow Goody Blake 'Twas all in vain, a useless matter, Goody Blake And all who see him say 'tis plain, Goody Blake Now think, ye farmers all, I pray, Goody Blake Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead; Simon Lee He all the country could outrun, Simon Lee Alas! 'tis very little, all Simon Lee This old man doing all he could Simon Lee Our quiet house all full in view, Anecdote for Fathers "How many? Seven in all," she said, We Are Seven "And all the summer dry, We Are Seven And I must think, do all I can, Lines in Early Spring And all had joined in one endeavour The Thorn All lovely colours there you see. The Thorn All colours that were ever seen, The Thorn So fresh in all its beauteous dyes, The Thorn At all times of the day and night The Thorn Nay rack your brain -- 'tis all in vain, The Thorn I'll tell you all I know. The Thorn And I would tell it all to you; The Thorn And all that winter, when at night The Thorn As all the country know, The Thorn But all and each agree, The Thorn But all do still aver The Thorn When all the stars shone clear and bright, The Thorn He is the last of all my flock. Last of the Flock -- This lusty lamb of all my store Last of the Flock Is all that is alive: Last of the Flock And perish all of poverty. Last of the Flock To see the end of all my gains, Last of the Flock With all my care and pains, Last of the Flock I wished they all were gone: Last of the Flock It is the last of all my flock." Last of the Flock 'Tis all thine own! and if its hue Mad Mother An he is all in traveling trim, Idiot Boy "Come home again, nor stop at all, Idiot Boy He's idle all for very joy. Idiot Boy And all his skill in horsemanship, Idiot Boy With Betty all was not so well, Idiot Boy That happy time all past and gone, Idiot Boy And all that to herself she talked, Idiot Boy 'Tis silence all on every side; Idiot Boy Poor Betty now has lost all hope, Idiot Boy The last of all her thoughts would be, Idiot Boy What they've been doing all this time, Idiot Boy All like a silent horseman-ghost, Idiot Boy The bane of all that dread the devil. Idiot Boy And now, all full in view, she sees Idiot Boy Her limbs are all alive with joy. Idiot Boy "You've done your best, and that is all." Idiot Boy On all sides doubts and terrors met her; Idiot Boy The owls have hooted all night long, Idiot Boy For while they all were travelling home, Idiot Boy "Where all this long night you have been, Idiot Boy Now Johnny all night long had heard Idiot Boy And that was all his travel's story. Idiot Boy Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, Near Richmond 'Till all our minds for ever flow Near Richmond "Think you, mid all this mighty sum Expostulation Why all this toil and trouble? Tables Turned Through all the long green fields has spread, Tables Turned Than all the sages can. Tables Turned His look and bending figure, all bespeak Old Man Travelling All effort seems forgotten, one to whom Old Man Travelling All stiff with ice the ashes lie; Forsaken Indian In spite of all my weary pain, Forsaken Indian All soothers of sense their soft virtue shall yield, Convict Of all this unintelligible world Tintern Abbey And their glad animal movements all gone by,) Tintern Abbey To me was all in all. -- I cannot paint Tintern Abbey To me was all in all. -- I cannot paint Tintern Abbey And all its aching joys are now no more, Tintern Abbey And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Tintern Abbey All thinking things, all objects of all thought, Tintern Abbey All thinking things, all objects of all thought, Tintern Abbey All thinking things, all objects of all thought, Tintern Abbey And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still Tintern Abbey And mountains; and of all that we behold Tintern Abbey From this green earth; of all the mighty world Tintern Abbey Of all my moral being. Tintern Abbey Through all the years of this our life, to lead Tintern Abbey Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all Tintern Abbey Our chearful faith that all which we behold Tintern Abbey Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Tintern Abbey For all sweet sounds and harmonies; Oh! then, Tintern Abbey
