FELL................8 Fell off in hoary flakes. Ancyent Marinere IV The Albatross fell off, and sank Ancyent Marinere IV And I fell into a swound. Ancyent Marinere V And fell down in a fit. Ancyent Marinere VII He was a woodman, and could fell and saw Foster-Mother Till all his substance fell into decay. Female Vagrant I could not pray: -- through tears that fell in showers, Female Vagrant And Harry's flesh it fell away; Goody Blake
FELT................5 Yet it felt like a welcoming. Ancyent Marinere VI With mournful joy, to think that others felt Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart, Tintern Abbey Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart, Tintern Abbey To chasten and subdue. And I have felt Tintern Abbey
FENCE...............1 No screen, no fence could I discover, The Thorn
FERN................1 Among the fern or in the gorse; Idiot Boy
FESTERING...........1 Where looks inhuman dwelt on festering heaps! Female Vagrant
FETCHED.............3 To-day I fetched him from the rock; Last of the Flock To-day I fetched it from the rock; Last of the Flock And Betty from the lane has fetched Idiot Boy
FETTER..............1 But when the ice our streams did fetter, Goody Blake
FETTERS.............2 On the fetters that link him to death. Convict When his fetters at night have so press'd on his limbs, Convict
FEVER...............4 A fever seized him, and he made confession Foster-Mother By fever, from polluted air incurred, Female Vagrant Fretting the fever round the languid heart, Female Vagrant Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Tintern Abbey
FEW.................5 With floating colours not a few, Lewti Few months of life he has in store, Simon Lee And then! his words were not a few, Idiot Boy Of sad mischances not a few, Idiot Boy A few sad tears does Betty shed. Idiot Boy
FEWER...............1 Now oftimes and now fewer, Ancyent Marinere VII
FIDDLE-FADDLE.......1 With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle; Idiot Boy
FIELD...............3 One field, a flock, and what the neighboring flood Female Vagrant And grass in the green field. Lines near my House When from the dark synod, or blood-reeking field, Convict
FIELDS..............6 Who sung a doleful song about green fields, Foster-Mother Green fields before us and our native shore, Female Vagrant I liv'd upon the mercy of the fields, Female Vagrant The fields I for my bed have often used: Female Vagrant And to the fields his road would take, Goody Blake Through all the long green fields has spread, Tables Turned
FIEND...............1 Because he knows, a frightful fiend Ancyent Marinere VI
FIENDISH............2 "Dear Lord! it has a fiendish look -- Ancyent Marinere VII And fiendish faces one, two, three, Mad Mother
FIENDS..............1 "From the fiends that plague thee thus -- Ancyent Marinere I
FIERCE..............1 A fierce and dreadful hunter he! Idiot Boy
FIERCELY............2 And fiercely by the arm he took her, Goody Blake And fiercely by the arm he shook her, Goody Blake
FIFTY...............7 Four times fifty living men, Ancyent Marinere III Than fifty years of reason; Lines near my House And for full fifty yards around, The Thorn Full fifty comely sheep I raised, Last of the Flock And of my fifty, yesterday Last of the Flock That till full fifty yards were gone, Idiot Boy If Betty fifty ponds should see, Idiot Boy
FIGHTING............1 And while her mind was fighting thus, Idiot Boy
FIGURE..............1 His look and bending figure, all bespeak Old Man Travelling
FILL................2 How they seem'd to fill the sea and air Ancyent Marinere V And thou hast almost suck'd thy fill. Mad Mother
FILL'D..............2 I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew Ancyent Marinere V (And so, poor Wretch! fill'd all things with himself Nightingale
FILLED..............1 Till she had filled her apron full. Goody Blake
FIND................9 That gladden the green earth, and we shall find Nightingale And with such joy I find my LEWTI; Lewti O gentle reader! you would find Simon Lee In truth you'd find it hard to say, The Thorn No peace, no comfort could I find, Last of the Flock We'll find thy father in the wood. Mad Mother "I thought to find my Johnny here, Idiot Boy And cannot find her idiot boy. Idiot Boy Could find no refuge from distress, Near Richmond
FINE................1 Good duffle grey, and flannel fine; Goody Blake
FINGERS.............1 I feel thy little fingers press'd. Mad Mother
FIRE...............13 Was a flash of golden fire. Ancyent Marinere IV When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire; Female Vagrant And Fire from Hell reared his gigantic shape, Female Vagrant By the same fire to boil their pottage, Goody Blake She left her fire, or left her bed, Goody Blake And oft from his warm fire he'd go, Goody Blake A cruel, cruel fire, they say, The Thorn A fire was once within my brain; Mad Mother Perhaps, with head and heels on fire, Idiot Boy My fire is dead: it knew no pain; Forsaken Indian For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire; Forsaken Indian My fire is dead, and snowy white Forsaken Indian Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire Tintern Abbey
