FATE................2 The wild brood saw me weep, my fate enquired, Female Vagrant She sits, as if in Susan's fate Idiot Boy
FATHER.............14 While each to his great father bends, Ancyent Marinere VII My husband's father told it me, Foster-Mother And cast into that hole. My husband's father Foster-Mother My father was a good and pious man, Female Vagrant And afterwards, by my good father taught, Female Vagrant My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay; Female Vagrant His father said, that to a distant town Female Vagrant And in a quiet home once more my father slept. Female Vagrant And knew not why. My happy father died Female Vagrant Poor Father! gone was every friend of thine. Female Vagrant That he had died, that cruel father! The Thorn Thy father cares not for my breast, Mad Mother I've sought thy father far and wide. Mad Mother We'll find thy father in the wood. Mad Mother
FATHER'S............4 It is a father's tale. But if that Heaven Nightingale By Derwent's side my Father's cottage stood, Female Vagrant My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold Female Vagrant I am thy father's wedded wife; Mad Mother
FATHOM..............2 Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us Ancyent Marinere II Under the keel nine fathom deep Ancyent Marinere V
FEAR...............17 I fear thee, ancyent Marinere! Ancyent Marinere IV "I fear thy skinny hand; Ancyent Marinere IV "I fear thee and thy glittering eye Ancyent Marinere IV Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest! Ancyent Marinere IV Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest! Ancyent Marinere IV Doth walk in fear and dread, Ancyent Marinere VI I turn'd my head in fear and dread, Ancyent Marinere VI Disease and famine, agony and fear, Female Vagrant Hope died, and fear itself in agony was lost! Female Vagrant Then, lovely baby, do not fear! Mad Mother I pray thee have no fear of me, Mad Mother Then do not fear, my boy! for thee Mad Mother And Susan she begins to fear Idiot Boy "I fear you're in a dreadful way, Idiot Boy Alone I cannot fear to die. Forsaken Indian Then wherefore should I fear to die? Forsaken Indian If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Tintern Abbey
FEARED..............1 And their long holiday that feared not grief, Female Vagrant
FEARFUL.............1 As he were fearful, that an April night Nightingale
FEARLESS............1 And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth. Female Vagrant
FEARS...............4 It mingled strangely with my fears, Ancyent Marinere VI She hardly can sustain her fears; Idiot Boy And many dreadful fears beset her, Idiot Boy "These fears can never be endured, Idiot Boy
FEAST...............1 "The Guests are met, the Feast is set, -- Ancyent Marinere I
FEATS...............2 His hunting feats have him bereft Simon Lee And then, what limbs those feats have left Simon Lee
FED.................2 Ill fed she was, and thinly clad; Goody Blake My sheep upon the mountain fed, Last of the Flock
FEED................5 On visionary views would fancy feed, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Upon the mountain they did feed; Last of the Flock Ten children, Sir! had I to feed, Last of the Flock "That we can feed this mind of ours, Expostulation With quietness and beauty, and so feed Tintern Abbey
FEEDING.............3 Feeding at will along the lane, Idiot Boy Sits upright on a feeding horse? Idiot Boy Unto his horse, that's feeding free, Idiot Boy
FEEL...............10 I mov'd and could not feel my limbs, Ancyent Marinere V What he must never feel: and so, lost man! Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Come forth and feel the sun. Lines near my House I could not feel a pain. Anecdote for Fathers Thy lips I feel them, baby! they Mad Mother I feel thy little fingers press'd. Mad Mother "Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Expostulation I feel I must have died with thee. Forsaken Indian I should not feel the pain of dying, Forsaken Indian I feel my body die away, Forsaken Indian
FEELING.............2 -- It is the hour of feeling. Lines near my House An appetite: a feeling and a love, Tintern Abbey
FEELINGS............1 With tranquil restoration: -- feelings too Tintern Abbey
FEELS...............3 Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And feels its life in every limb, We Are Seven With envy, what the old man hardly feels. Old Man Travelling
FEET................6 And the dead were at my feet. Ancyent Marinere IV Hush! my heedless feet from under Lewti At last my feet a resting-place had found: Female Vagrant Of feet still bustling round with busy glee, Female Vagrant 'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide. The Thorn 'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide. The Thorn
