FRONT...............1
   How rich the wave, in front, imprest                     Near Richmond


FROST...............3
   Now, when the frost was past enduring,                   Goody Blake
   And there, at night, in frost and snow,                  Goody Blake
   And crisp with frost the stubble-land.                   Goody Blake


FROSTS..............1
   Like morning frosts yspread;                             Ancyent Marinere IV


FROSTY..............2
   Or frosty air is keen and still,                         The Thorn
   "Or frosty air is keen and still,                        The Thorn


FRUITLESS...........1
   From fruitless love, too fondly cherish'd!               Lewti


FRUITS..............1
   Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits,         Tintern Abbey


FULL...............27
   "With his cruel bow he lay'd full low                    Ancyent Marinere V
   Full many shapes, that shadows were,                     Ancyent Marinere VI
   Full many shapes, that shadows were,                     Ancyent Marinere VI
   "Ha! ha!" quoth he -- "full plain I see,                 Ancyent Marinere VII
   Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs             Nightingale
   Nature's sweet voices always full of love                Nightingale
   His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul             Nightingale
   Their bright, bright eyes, their eyes both bright and full, Nightingale
   Full fain would it delay me! -- My dear Babe,            Nightingale
   The moon was full and shining clearly,                   Goody Blake
   Till she had filled her apron full.                      Goody Blake
   Full five and twenty years he lived                      Simon Lee
   And no man was so full of glee;                          Simon Lee
   Our quiet house all full in view,                        Anecdote for Fathers
   They say, full six months after this,                    The Thorn
   A wind full ten times over.                              The Thorn
   And for full fifty yards around,                         The Thorn
   And this I know, full many a time,                       The Thorn
   A healthy man, a man full grown,                         Last of the Flock
   Of sheep I number'd a full score,                        Last of the Flock
   Full fifty comely sheep I raised,                        Last of the Flock
   Full many a sad and doleful thing:                       Mad Mother
   His heart it was so full of glee,                        Idiot Boy
   That till full fifty yards were gone,                    Idiot Boy
   And thence full many a sound she hears,                  Idiot Boy
   And now, all full in view, she sees                      Idiot Boy
   Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon             Tintern Abbey


FURIOUS.............1
   My watchful dog, whose starts of furious ire,            Female Vagrant


FURROW..............1
   The furrow follow'd free:                                Ancyent Marinere II


FURTHER.............1
   Why of your further aid bereave me?                      Idiot Boy


FUTURE..............1
   For future years. And so I dare to hope                  Tintern Abbey



GAIN................2
   We had no hope, and no relief could gain.                Female Vagrant
   The shelter of the crag to gain,                         The Thorn


GAINS...............1
   To see the end of all my gains,                          Last of the Flock


GAINSAY.............1
   My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;                 Female Vagrant


'GAINST.............1
   Of dissolute tongues, 'gainst jealousy, and hate,        Yew-Tree near Esthwaite


GAIT................1
   His gait, is one expression; every limb,                 Old Man Travelling


GALE................9
   As if one quick and sudden Gale had swept                Nightingale
   Where oft the stormy winter gale                         The Thorn
   For her good neighbour, Susan Gale,                      Idiot Boy
   There's none to help poor Susan Gale,                    Idiot Boy
   Or she will die, old Susan Gale.                         Idiot Boy
   Away she hies to Susan Gale:                             Idiot Boy
   To comfort poor old Susan Gale.                          Idiot Boy
   To comfort poor old Susan Gale.                          Idiot Boy
   Who is it, but old Susan Gale?                           Idiot Boy


GALLOP..............1
   And so he'll gallop on for aye,                          Idiot Boy


GALLOPING...........1
   He's galloping away, away,                               Idiot Boy


GAMBOLS.............1
   The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time;            Female Vagrant


GAME................1
   "The Game is done! I've won, I've won!"                  Ancyent Marinere III


'GAN................3
   The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes                    Ancyent Marinere V
   The Marineres all 'gan pull the ropes,                   Ancyent Marinere V
   But in a minute she 'gan stir                            Ancyent Marinere V


GAPE................1
   When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape,        Female Vagrant


GARDEN..............1
   My garden, stored with pease, and mint, and thyme,       Female Vagrant


GARDEN-BOWER........1
   But in the Garden-bower the Bride                        Ancyent Marinere VII


GARMENTS............1
   My garments all were dank;                               Ancyent Marinere V


GATE................1
   The thick-ribbed walls that o'ershadow the gate          Convict


GATHERED............1
   A Friar, who gathered simples in the wood,               Foster-Mother


GATHERS.............1
   -- The evening darkness gathers round                    Near Richmond


GAVE................5
   The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms,                     Ancyent Marinere I
   The dead men gave a groan.                               Ancyent Marinere V
   And gave me food, and rest, more welcome, more desired.  Female Vagrant
   Gave with a maiden's true good will                      The Thorn
   My child! they gave thee to another,                     Forsaken Indian


GAY.................4
   And Youths, and Maidens gay.                             Ancyent Marinere VII
   Would sit, as any linnet gay.                            Goody Blake
   And she was blithe and gay,                              The Thorn
   Now laugh and be gay, to the woods away!                 Mad Mother