FORBID..............2 With, "God forbid it should be true!" Idiot Boy "Oh God forbid!" poor Susan cries. Idiot Boy
FORC'D..............1 Which forc'd me to begin my tale Ancyent Marinere VII
FORCE...............2 Which thunders down with headlong force, Idiot Boy She darts as with a torrent's force, Idiot Boy
FORCED..............2 And now he's forced to work, though weak, Simon Lee "My brother John was forced to go, We Are Seven
FOREFATHERS.........1 And this place our forefathers made for man! Dungeon
FOREFINGER..........1 His little hand, the small forefinger up, Nightingale
FOREGONE............1 Foregone the home delight of constant truth, Female Vagrant
FOREHEAD............1 So shines my LEWTI's forehead fair, Lewti
FOREST..............2 "My forest brook along: Ancyent Marinere VII In depth of forest glade, when jocund June Female Vagrant
FOREST-DELL.........1 Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell Nightingale
FOREVER.............1 And from all hope I was forever hurled. Female Vagrant
FORGET..............7 Would he forget those beings, to whose minds, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Forget it was not day! On moonlight bushes, Nightingale To forget the form I lov'd. Lewti Can I forget what charms did once adorn Female Vagrant Can I forget that miserable hour, Female Vagrant Of past existence, wilt thou then forget Tintern Abbey Of holier love. Now wilt thou then forget, Tintern Abbey
FORGETFUL...........2 And of his fame forgetful! So his fame Nightingale By high-way side forgetful would I sit Female Vagrant
FORGOT..............2 He quite forgot his holly whip, Idiot Boy She quite forgot to send the Doctor, Idiot Boy
FORGOTTEN...........1 All effort seems forgotten, one to whom Old Man Travelling
FORLORN.............3 And is of sense forlorn: Ancyent Marinere VII A wretched thing forlorn. The Thorn "To beings else forlorn and blind! Expostulation
FORM................1 To forget the form I lov'd. Lewti
FORMER..............3 My thoughts on former pleasures ran; Anecdote for Fathers The language of my former heart, and read Tintern Abbey My former pleasures in the shooting lights Tintern Abbey
FORMS...............7 If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Yew-Tree near Esthwaite No joyless forms shall regulate Lines near my House Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets, Dungeon Mishapes the beauteous forms of things; Tables Turned These forms of beauty have not been to me, Tintern Abbey Their colours and their forms, were then to me Tintern Abbey Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Tintern Abbey
FORSAKE.............1 If his sweet boy he could forsake, Mad Mother
FORSAKEN............1 My poor forsaken child! if I Forsaken Indian
FORSOOK.............1 Johnny perhaps his horse forsook, Idiot Boy
FORT................1 Near the sea-side I reached a ruinous fort: Female Vagrant
FORTH...............8 Forth looking as before. Ancyent Marinere VI The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat, Ancyent Marinere VII Went forth pure in his heart, against the taint Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Would be too short for him to utter forth Nightingale Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy, Nightingale Come forth and feel the sun. Lines near my House Come forth into the light of things, Tables Turned Come forth, and bring with you a heart Tables Turned
FORTHWITH...........1 Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd Ancyent Marinere VII
FORTITUDE...........1 Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude: Female Vagrant
FORWARD.............1 He started forward with a shout, Goody Blake
FORWARDS............1 Backwards and forwards half her length Ancyent Marinere V
FOSTER-MOTHER.......1 As mine and Albert's common Foster-mother. Foster-Mother
FOUL................1 There foul neglect for months and months we bore, Female Vagrant
FOUND...............5 But, swift as dreams, myself I found Ancyent Marinere VII He found a baby wrapt in mosses, lined Foster-Mother At last my feet a resting-place had found: Female Vagrant Instead of jutting crag, I found The Thorn Or lost perhaps, and never found; Idiot Boy
FOUR................4 Four times fifty living men, Ancyent Marinere III Four years each day with daily bread was blest, Female Vagrant To say the least, four counties round Simon Lee While our four travelers homeward wend; Idiot Boy
FOURTEEN............1 These fourteen years, by strong indentures; Idiot Boy
FOY.................8 What means this bustle, Betty Foy? Idiot Boy Till she is tired, let Betty Foy Idiot Boy And by the moonlight, Betty Foy Idiot Boy "Oh Sir! you know I'm Betty Foy, Idiot Boy Where is she, where is Betty Foy? Idiot Boy Then calm your terrors, Betty Foy! Idiot Boy Why stand you thus Good Betty Foy? Idiot Boy She knows not, happy Betty Foy! Idiot Boy
