FLOWED..............2 And tears that flowed for ills which patience could not heal. Female Vagrant For them, in nature's meads, the milky udder flowed. Female Vagrant
FLOWER..............1 And 'tis my faith that every flower Lines in Early Spring
FLOWERS.............1 To get the seeds of wild flowers, and to plant them Foster-Mother
FLOWING.............2 The streams with softest sound are flowing, Idiot Boy As thy deep waters now are flowing. Near Richmond
FLOWN...............1 My beauty, little child, is flown; Mad Mother
FLOWS...............1 But hear no murmuring: it flows silently Nightingale
FLUNG...............1 It flung the blood into my head, Ancyent Marinere V
FLURRIED............1 By this time she's not quite so flurried; Idiot Boy
FLURRY..............1 Though Betty's in a mighty flurry, Idiot Boy
FLUSH...............1 Drinks in as deep a flush of beauty! Lewti
FLUTE...............1 Now like a lonely flute; Ancyent Marinere V
FLY.................5 Their souls did from their bodies fly, -- Ancyent Marinere III "Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high, Ancyent Marinere VI "Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high, Ancyent Marinere VI How mournfully it seems to fly, Lewti Perhaps the breezes that can fly Lewti
FLYING..............2 Oh wind that o'er my head art flying, Forsaken Indian Flying from something that he dreads, than one Tintern Abbey
FOAM................1 The breezes blew, the white foam flew, Ancyent Marinere II
FOG.................3 Thorough the Fog it came; Ancyent Marinere I That brought the fog and mist. Ancyent Marinere II That bring the fog and mist. Ancyent Marinere II
FOG-SMOKE...........1 Whiles all the night thro' [fog-smoke white] Ancyent Marinere I
FOLD................1 My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold Female Vagrant
FOLKS...............1 "He's not as wise as some folks be," Idiot Boy
FOLLIES.............1 And after youthful follies ran, Last of the Flock
FOLLOW..............5 The Albatross did follow; Ancyent Marinere I But no sweet Bird did follow Ancyent Marinere II Both what to follow, what to shun, Idiot Boy My friends, I did not follow you! Forsaken Indian I'll follow you across the snow, Forsaken Indian
FOLLOW'D............3 The furrow follow'd free: Ancyent Marinere II Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us Ancyent Marinere II I follow'd him, and said, "My friend Last of the Flock
FOLLOWED............1 Have followed, for such loss, I would believe, Tintern Abbey
FOLLOWING...........1 But, heedless of the following gloom, Near Richmond
FOND................2 Fond lovers, yet not quite hob nob, Idiot Boy -- And let him nurse his fond deceit, Near Richmond
FONDLY..............2 From fruitless love, too fondly cherish'd! Lewti Fondly we wished, and wished away, nor knew, Female Vagrant
FOOD...............12 And every day for food or play Ancyent Marinere I Ne any day for food or play Ancyent Marinere II To hunt for food, and be a naked man, Foster-Mother And with the food of pride sustained his soul Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food. Female Vagrant Recovery came with food: but still, my brain Female Vagrant And gave me food, and rest, more welcome, more desired. Female Vagrant And they were healthy with their food; Last of the Flock I know the earth-nuts fit for food; Mad Mother For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire; Forsaken Indian And he has stolen away my food. Forsaken Indian That in this moment there is life and food Tintern Abbey
FOOT................2 Just half a foot in height. The Thorn The foot of horse, the voice of man; Idiot Boy
FOR...............138 For he heard the loud bassoon. Ancyent Marinere I For days and weeks it play'd us freaks -- Ancyent Marinere I And every day for food or play Ancyent Marinere I It perch'd for vespers nine, Ancyent Marinere I Ne any day for food or play Ancyent Marinere II For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird Ancyent Marinere II Gramercy! they for joy did grin Ancyent Marinere III For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Ancyent Marinere IV "For that, which comes out of thine eye, doth make Ancyent Marinere V "For she guides him smooth or grim. Ancyent Marinere VI "For slow and slow that ship will go, Ancyent Marinere VI For a charnel-dungeon fitter: Ancyent Marinere VI For the dear God, who loveth us, Ancyent Marinere VII To hunt for food, and be a naked man, Foster-Mother Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite For any living thing, hath faculties Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Would be too short for him to utter forth Nightingale And now for our dear homes. -- That strain again! Nightingale Depart; for LEWTI is not kind. Lewti Depart; for Lewti is not kind. Lewti A dying man, for love of thee. Lewti Of lady fair, that died for love: Lewti For Maids, as well as Youths, have perish'd Lewti For LEWTI never will be kind. Lewti Slip the crumbling banks for ever; Lewti And dreamt that I had died for care! Lewti Her bosom heave, and heave for me! Lewti For books in every neighboring house I sought, Female Vagrant And rose and lily for the sabbath morn? Female Vagrant The red-breast known for years, which at my casement peck'd. Female Vagrant For never could I hope to meet with such another. Female Vagrant And tears that flowed for ills which patience could not heal. Female Vagrant There foul neglect for months and months we bore, Female Vagrant Ravage was made, for which no knell was heard. Female Vagrant -- For weeks the balmy air breathed soft and mild, Female Vagrant For me -- farthest from earthly port to roam Female Vagrant For all belonged to all, and each was chief. Female Vagrant In every vale for their delight was stowed: Female Vagrant For them, in nature's meads, the milky udder flowed. Female Vagrant Were not for me, brought up on nothing ill; Female Vagrant Ill was I then for toil or service fit: Female Vagrant The fields I for my bed have often used: Female Vagrant Oh! tell me whither ---- for no earthly friend Female Vagrant It would not pay for candle-light. Goody Blake For they come far by wind and tide. Goody Blake 'Twas a hard time for Goody Blake. Goody Blake For very cold to go to bed, Goody Blake And then for cold not sleep a wink. Goody Blake Oh joy for her! when e'er in winter Goody Blake Enough to warm her for three days. Goody Blake Alas! that day for Harry Gill! Goody Blake And bring no book, for this one day Lines near my House We for the year to come may take Lines near my House And bring no book; for this one day Lines near my House For when the chiming hounds are out, Simon Lee For she, not over stout of limb, Simon Lee For still, the more he works, the more Simon Lee He might have worked for ever. Simon Lee For here are woods and green-hills warm; Anecdote for Fathers For Kilve by the green sea." Anecdote for Fathers For better lore would seldom yearn, Anecdote for Fathers 'Twas throwing words away; for still We Are Seven To bury this poor thorn for ever. The Thorn For oft there sits, between the heap The Thorn For the true reason no one knows, The Thorn Sad case for such a brain to hold The Thorn Sad case, as you may think, for one The Thorn For what became of this poor child The Thorn For many a time and oft were heard The Thorn For one day with my telescope, The Thorn Her face it was enough for me; The Thorn And for the little infant's bones The Thorn And for full fifty yards around, The Thorn For me it never did me good. Last of the Flock A woeful time it was for me, Last of the Flock For me it was a woeful day. Last of the Flock For me it was a woeful day. Last of the Flock For me it was a woeful day. Last of the Flock For daily with my growing store Last of the Flock And this place our forefathers made for man! Dungeon Oh joy for me that sight to see! Mad Mother For he was here, and only he. Mad Mother He saves for me my precious soul; Mad Mother Then happy lie, for blest am I; Mad Mother Then do not fear, my boy! for thee Mad Mother Thy father cares not for my breast, Mad Mother 'Tis fair enough for thee, my dove! Mad Mother 'Tis well for me; thou canst not see Mad Mother For him that's gone and far away. Mad Mother Then I must be for ever sad. Mad Mother For I thy own dear mother am. Mad Mother My love for thee has well been tried: Mad Mother I know the earth-nuts fit for food; Mad Mother And there, my babe, we'll live for aye. Mad Mother For her good neighbour, Susan Gale, Idiot Boy For what she ails they cannot guess. Idiot Boy For Johnny has his holly-bough, Idiot Boy Oh! then for the poor idiot boy! Idiot Boy For joy he cannot hold the bridle, Idiot Boy For joy his head and heels are idle, Idiot Boy He's idle all for very joy. Idiot Boy For of this pony there's rumour, Idiot Boy Yet for his life he cannot tell Idiot Boy The clock gives warning for eleven; Idiot Boy Which they must both for ever rue. Idiot Boy And so he'll gallop on for aye, Idiot Boy For sure he met with strange adventures. Idiot Boy She screams -- she cannot move for joy; Idiot Boy Both for her messenger and nurse; Idiot Boy For while they all were travelling home, Idiot Boy For in the moon light he had been Idiot Boy Glide gently, thus for ever glide, Near Richmond Oh glide, fair stream! for ever so; Near Richmond 'Till all our minds for ever flow Near Richmond For him suspend the dashing oar, Near Richmond "Thus for the length of half a day, Expostulation "As if she for no purpose bore you; Expostulation "Of things for ever speaking, Expostulation For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire; Forsaken Indian For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire; Forsaken Indian For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire; Forsaken Indian For strong and without pain I lay, Forsaken Indian That he might pull the sledge for me. Forsaken Indian Then do not weep and grieve for me; Forsaken Indian For I had many things to say. Forsaken Indian For ever left alone am I, Forsaken Indian For once could have thee close to me, Forsaken Indian For future years. And so I dare to hope Tintern Abbey Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then Tintern Abbey And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Tintern Abbey Have followed, for such loss, I would believe, Tintern Abbey Abundant recompence. For I have learned Tintern Abbey For thou art with me, here, upon the banks Tintern Abbey From joy to joy: for she can so inform Tintern Abbey Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Tintern Abbey For all sweet sounds and harmonies; Oh! then, Tintern Abbey More dear, both for themselves, and for thy sake. Tintern Abbey More dear, both for themselves, and for thy sake. Tintern Abbey
