DRIFTED.............1
   We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar,                         Ancyent Marinere VI


DRIFTS..............1
   And thro' the drifts the snowy clifts                    Ancyent Marinere I


DRINK...............3
   Ne any drop to drink.                                    Ancyent Marinere II
   Our minds shall drink at every pore                      Lines near my House
   "Up! Up! and drink the spirit breath'd                   Expostulation


DRINKING............1
   As they were drinking all.                               Ancyent Marinere III


DRINKS..............1
   Drinks in as deep a flush of beauty!                     Lewti


DRIPPING............1
   The dripping of the oar suspended!                       Near Richmond


DRIVE...............2
   "What makes that ship drive on so fast?                  Ancyent Marinere VI
   I saw the crackling flashes drive;                       Forsaken Indian


DRIVEN..............1
   Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder-stroke            Female Vagrant


DRIVES..............1
   "But why drives on that ship so fast                     Ancyent Marinere VI


DRIVING.............1
   Head-foremost, through the driving rain,                 The Thorn


DROOPING............1
   And Betty's drooping at the heart,                       Idiot Boy


DROP................2
   Merrily did we drop                                      Ancyent Marinere I
   Ne any drop to drink.                                    Ancyent Marinere II


DROPP'D.............4
   They dropp'd down one by one.                            Ancyent Marinere III
   And dropp'd down, like a stone!                          Ancyent Marinere V
   The day-light dawn'd -- they dropp'd their arms,         Ancyent Marinere V
   Like blood-drops from my heart they dropp'd.             Last of the Flock


DROPPING............1
   Sometimes a dropping from the sky                        Ancyent Marinere V


DROPS...............1
   With drops of that poor infant's blood;                  The Thorn


DROPT...............3
   Down dropt the breeze, the Sails dropt down,             Ancyent Marinere II
   Down dropt the breeze, the Sails dropt down,             Ancyent Marinere II
   This body dropt not down.                                Ancyent Marinere IV


DROUTH..............2
   And every tongue thro' utter drouth                      Ancyent Marinere II
   Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood              Ancyent Marinere III


DROVE...............4
   Like Chaff we drove along.                               Ancyent Marinere I
   When that strange shape drove suddenly                   Ancyent Marinere III
   On as we drove, the equinoctial deep                     Female Vagrant
   No wain they drove, and yet, the yellow sheaf            Female Vagrant


DROVER..............1
   Young Harry was a lusty drover,                          Goody Blake


DROWN...............2
   Lest she should drown herself therein.                   Idiot Boy
   To drown herself therein.                                Idiot Boy


DROWN'D.............2
   Like one that hath been seven days drown'd               Ancyent Marinere VII
   That Johnny may perhaps be drown'd,                      Idiot Boy


DROWNED.............1
   Some say she drowned it in the pond,                     The Thorn


DROWSY..............1
   I lay, where with his drowsy mates, the cock             Female Vagrant


DRUM................1
   But soon, with proud parade, the noisy drum              Female Vagrant


DRUNKEN.............2
   Sure I had drunken in my dreams                          Ancyent Marinere V
   Betty a drunken pleasure quaffs,                         Idiot Boy


DRY.................5
   My heart as dry as dust.                                 Ancyent Marinere IV
   His legs are thin and dry.                               Simon Lee
   One morn we stroll'd on our dry walk,                    Anecdote for Fathers
   "And all the summer dry,                                 We Are Seven
   Of water, never dry;                                     The Thorn


DUE.................1
   They cried, "what to the poor is due?"                   Last of the Flock


DUFFLE..............1
   Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;                      Goody Blake


DULL................5
   Her evenings then were dull and dead;                    Goody Blake
   And in my head a dull, dull pain;                        Mad Mother
   And in my head a dull, dull pain;                        Mad Mother
   Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife,                   Tables Turned
   While the jail-mastiff howls at the dull clanking chain, Convict


DUMB................1
   Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood              Ancyent Marinere III


DUNGEON.............2
   As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd                    Ancyent Marinere III
   Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon,       Dungeon


DUNGEONS............1
   Resound; and the dungeons unfold:                        Convict


DUST................1
   My heart as dry as dust.                                 Ancyent Marinere IV


DWELL...............3
   "And two of us at Conway dwell,                          We Are Seven
   "Dwell near them with my mother."                        We Are Seven
   "You say that two at Conway dwell,                       We Are Seven


DWELLERS............1
   Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,              Tintern Abbey


DWELLETH............1
   Who dwelleth in her hospitable home                      Nightingale


DWELLING............4
   Far from all human dwelling: what if here                Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   All day she spun in her poor dwelling,                   Goody Blake
   "And must we then part from a dwelling so fair?"           Convict
   Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,             Tintern Abbey


DWELLING-PLACE......1
   Thy memory be as a dwelling-place                        Tintern Abbey


DWELLS..............3
   An old man dwells, a little man,                         Simon Lee
   Dwells in the hall of Ivor;                              Simon Lee
   Old Susan, she who dwells alone,                         Idiot Boy


DWELT...............3
   Where looks inhuman dwelt on festering heaps!            Female Vagrant
   -- This woman dwelt in Dorsetshire,                      Goody Blake
   But she, poor woman, dwelt alone.                        Goody Blake


DWINDLED............4
   They dwindled, dwindled, one by one,                     Last of the Flock
   They dwindled, dwindled, one by one,                     Last of the Flock
   They dwindled one by one away;                           Last of the Flock
   They dwindled, Sir, sad sight to see!                    Last of the Flock