FRAME...............5 Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd Ancyent Marinere VII Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame, Female Vagrant Nor to the beggar's language could I frame my tongue. Female Vagrant We'll frame the measure of our souls, Lines near my House Until, the breath of this corporeal frame, Tintern Abbey
FREAKS..............2 For days and weeks it play'd us freaks -- Ancyent Marinere I The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time; Female Vagrant
FREE................6 The furrow follow'd free: Ancyent Marinere II Her lips are red, her looks are free, Ancyent Marinere III And from my neck so free Ancyent Marinere IV And then it left me free. Ancyent Marinere VII Unto his horse, that's feeding free, Idiot Boy And let the misty mountain winds be free Tintern Abbey
FREEZING............1 May know his freezing sorrows more. Near Richmond
FRESH...............4 Besides, on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brooding still. Female Vagrant His face is fair and fresh to see; Anecdote for Fathers There is a fresh and lovely sight, The Thorn So fresh in all its beauteous dyes, The Thorn
FRESHENING..........1 A freshening lustre mellow, Tables Turned
FRET................1 Why are you in this mighty fret? Idiot Boy
FRETFUL.............1 Of joyless day-light; when the fretful stir Tintern Abbey
FRETTING............1 Fretting the fever round the languid heart, Female Vagrant
FRIAR...............2 A Friar, who gathered simples in the wood, Foster-Mother The boy loved him -- and, when the Friar taught him, Foster-Mother
FRIEND.............11 My Friend, and my Friend's Sister! we have learnt Nightingale Here watch, of every human friend disowned, Female Vagrant Poor Father! gone was every friend of thine. Female Vagrant Oh! tell me whither ---- for no earthly friend Female Vagrant We from to-day, my friend, will date Lines near my House I follow'd him, and said, "My friend Last of the Flock To me my good friend Matthew spake, Expostulation Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks, Tables Turned Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Tables Turned Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend, Tintern Abbey My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch Tintern Abbey
FRIEND'S............1 My Friend, and my Friend's Sister! we have learnt Nightingale
FRIENDLESS..........1 And friendless solitude, groaning and tears Dungeon
FRIENDS.............8 Old men, and babes, and loving friends, Ancyent Marinere VII And you, my friends! farewell, a short farewell! Nightingale Sweet Nightingale! once more, my friends! farewell. Nightingale She spies her friends, she shouts a greeting; Idiot Boy My friends, I did not follow you! Forsaken Indian My friends, when you were gone away. Forsaken Indian The way my friends their course did bend, Forsaken Indian Too soon, my friends, you went away; Forsaken Indian
FRIGHT..............1 Oh! Betty she'll be in a fright. Idiot Boy
FRIGHTENED..........1 Right on their heads. My Lord was sorely frightened; Foster-Mother
FRIGHTFUL...........3 How frightful it would be! Ancyent Marinere V Because he knows, a frightful fiend Ancyent Marinere VI In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd, Female Vagrant
FRO.................3 To and fro are hurried about; Ancyent Marinere V And to and fro, and in and out Ancyent Marinere V His eyes went to and fro, Ancyent Marinere VII
FROM..............122 "From the fiends that plague thee thus -- Ancyent Marinere I From the Land of Mist and Snow. Ancyent Marinere II Had I from old and young; Ancyent Marinere II She doth not tack from side to side -- Ancyent Marinere III Their souls did from their bodies fly, -- Ancyent Marinere III The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Ancyent Marinere IV A spirit from on high: Ancyent Marinere IV A spring of love gusht from my heart, Ancyent Marinere IV And from my neck so free Ancyent Marinere IV Belov'd from pole to pole! Ancyent Marinere V She sent the gentle sleep from heaven Ancyent Marinere V The rain pours down from one black cloud Ancyent Marinere V Like waters shot from some high crag, Ancyent Marinere V And from their bodies pass'd. Ancyent Marinere V Sometimes a dropping from the sky Ancyent Marinere V Mov'd onward from beneath. Ancyent Marinere V From the land of mist and snow Ancyent Marinere V And closes from behind. Ancyent Marinere VI I could not draw my een from theirs Ancyent Marinere VI Till rising from the same, Ancyent Marinere VI A little distance from the prow Ancyent Marinere VI Till rising from the same Ancyent Marinere VI A little distance from the prow Ancyent Marinere VI That come from a far Contrée. Ancyent Marinere VII The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat, Ancyent Marinere VII I pass, like night, from land to land; Ancyent Marinere VII What loud uproar bursts from that door! Ancyent Marinere VII Turn'd from the bridegroom's door. Ancyent Marinere VII He soon could write with the pen: and from that time, Foster-Mother Far from all human dwelling: what if here Yew-Tree near Esthwaite By one soft impulse saved from vacancy. Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Warm from the labours of benevolence, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite On blosmy twig still swinging from the breeze, Nightingale Image of LEWTI! from my mind Lewti The rock half-sheltered from my view, Lewti Image of LEWTI! from my mind Lewti Away it passes from the moon. Lewti From fruitless love, too fondly cherish'd! Lewti Hush! my heedless feet from under Lewti And startle from their reedy bed. Lewti My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold Female Vagrant From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride. Female Vagrant When from the last hill-top, my sire surveyed, Female Vagrant Thrice happy! That from him the grave did hide Female Vagrant By fever, from polluted air incurred, Female Vagrant But from delay the summer calms were past. Female Vagrant A British ship I waked, as from a trance restored. Female Vagrant Remote from man, and storms of mortal care, Female Vagrant The shriek that from the distant battle broke! Female Vagrant And Fire from Hell reared his gigantic shape, Female Vagrant But from those crazing thoughts my brain, escape! Female Vagrant A thought resigned with pain, when from the mast Female Vagrant The silent sea. From the sweet thoughts of home, Female Vagrant And from all hope I was forever hurled. Female Vagrant For me -- farthest from earthly port to roam Female Vagrant From the cross timber of an out-house hung; Female Vagrant Of potters wandering on from door to door: Female Vagrant Well met from far with revelry secure, Female Vagrant And oft from his warm fire he'd go, Goody Blake Her bundle from her lap let fall; Goody Blake The red-breast sings from the tall larch Lines near my House We from to-day, my friend, will date Lines near my House From heart to heart is stealing, Lines near my House From earth to man, from man to earth, Lines near my House From earth to man, from man to earth, Lines near my House Our temper from to-day. Lines near my House And from the blessed power that rolls Lines near my House Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall, Simon Lee From labor could not wean them, Simon Lee Not twenty paces from the door, Simon Lee This scrap of land he from the heath Simon Lee Of what from thee I learn. Anecdote for Fathers "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, We Are Seven Up from the earth these mosses creep, The Thorn It sweeps from vale to vale; The Thorn Not five yards from the mountain-path, The Thorn I've measured it from side to side: The Thorn From her exceeding pain. The Thorn The wind blew from the mountain-peak, The Thorn Cries coming from the mountain-head, The Thorn To-day I fetched him from the rock; Last of the Flock And other sheep from her I raised, Last of the Flock And from this one, this single ewe, Last of the Flock Like blood-drops from my heart they dropp'd. Last of the Flock From ten to five, from five to three, Last of the Flock From ten to five, from five to three, Last of the Flock And then at last, from three to two; Last of the Flock To-day I fetched it from the rock; Last of the Flock And she came far from over the main. Mad Mother Draw from my heart the pain away. Mad Mother And if from me thou wilt not go, Mad Mother From him no harm my babe can take, Mad Mother It never, never came from me: Mad Mother He shouts from nobody knows where; Idiot Boy And Betty from the lane has fetched Idiot Boy Or bringing faggots from the wood. Idiot Boy To bring a doctor from the town, Idiot Boy To bring a doctor from the town, Idiot Boy Cried Betty, rising from the bed, Idiot Boy That echoes far from hill to hill. Idiot Boy And from the brink she hurries fast, Idiot Boy She's coming from among the trees, Idiot Boy From the loud water-fall. Idiot Boy Did Susan rise up from her bed, Idiot Boy From eight o'clock till five. Idiot Boy Could find no refuge from distress, Near Richmond "From dead men to their kind. Expostulation One impulse from a vernal wood Tables Turned "Who, from a sea-fight has been brought to Falmouth, Old Man Travelling When from my arms my babe they took, Forsaken Indian "And must we then part from a dwelling so fair?" Convict That body dismiss'd from his care; Convict When from the dark synod, or blood-reeking field, Convict From the roots of his hair there shall start Convict These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs Tintern Abbey Sent up, in silence, from among the trees, Tintern Abbey Though changed, no doubt, from what I was, when first Tintern Abbey Flying from something that he dreads, than one Tintern Abbey Unborrowed from the eye. -- That time is past, Tintern Abbey From this green earth; of all the mighty world Tintern Abbey From joy to joy: for she can so inform Tintern Abbey Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Tintern Abbey
