AMAZED..............1 At houses, men, and common light, amazed. Female Vagrant
AMBER...............1 With a rich and amber light; Lewti
AMID................3 Amid this general dance and minstrelsy; Dungeon Alone amid a prospect wide; Idiot Boy In darkness, and amid the many shapes Tintern Abbey
AMONG..............10 He lived and died among the savage men. Foster-Mother Then rose a mansion proud our woods among, Female Vagrant She talked and sung the woods among; Mad Mother Among the fern or in the gorse; Idiot Boy "Among the ghosts, his own undoing; Idiot Boy She's coming from among the trees, Idiot Boy The stars they were among my dreams; Forsaken Indian Among the woods and copses lose themselves, Tintern Abbey Sent up, in silence, from among the trees, Tintern Abbey I came among these hills; when like a roe Tintern Abbey
AMPLE...............1 Not harsh or grating, though of ample power Tintern Abbey
AN.................36 It is an ancyent Marinere, Ancyent Marinere I At length did cross an Albatross, Ancyent Marinere I And an it were a Christian Soul, Ancyent Marinere I And I had done an hellish thing Ancyent Marinere II And, an it dodged a water-sprite, Ancyent Marinere III An orphan's curse would drag to Hell Ancyent Marinere IV And now it is like an angel's song Ancyent Marinere V Since then at an uncertain hour Ancyent Marinere VII Fixing his downward eye, he many an hour Yew-Tree near Esthwaite An emblem of his own unfruitful life: Yew-Tree near Esthwaite As he were fearful, that an April night Nightingale Stirring the air with such an harmony, Nightingale An hundred airy harps! And she hath watch'd Nightingale Had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream) Nightingale An honest man, by honest parents bred, Female Vagrant 'Twas a hard change, an evil time was come; Female Vagrant From the cross timber of an out-house hung; Female Vagrant As if because her tale was at an end Female Vagrant Than an old hedge to Goody Blake? Goody Blake Love, now an universal birth, Lines near my House An old man dwells, a little man, Simon Lee His wife, an aged woman, Simon Lee About the root of an old tree, Simon Lee An infant's grave was half so fair. The Thorn That's like an infant's grave in size, The Thorn The heap that's like an infant grave, The Thorn And some had sworn an oath that she The Thorn Alas! it was an evil time; Last of the Flock I'll build an Indian bower; I know Mad Mother An he is all in traveling trim, Idiot Boy And Betty, half an hour ago, Idiot Boy With other names, an endless string, Idiot Boy "Perhaps he's climbed into an oak, Idiot Boy "And there is dying in an hospital." Old Man Travelling While with an eye made quiet by the power Tintern Abbey An appetite: a feeling and a love, Tintern Abbey
ANCHOR..............2 Nor yet the crowded fleet its anchor stirred. Female Vagrant The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, Tintern Abbey
ANCLES..............2 His ancles they are swoln and thick; Simon Lee His poor old ancles swell. Simon Lee
ANCYENT.............5 It is an ancyent Marinere, Ancyent Marinere I And thus spake on that ancyent man, Ancyent Marinere I And thus spake on that ancyent Man, Ancyent Marinere I "God save thee, ancyent Marinere! Ancyent Marinere I I fear thee, ancyent Marinere! Ancyent Marinere IV
AND...............952 And he stoppeth one of three: Ancyent Marinere I "By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye Ancyent Marinere I "And I am next of kin; Ancyent Marinere I And listens like a three year's child; Ancyent Marinere I And thus spake on that ancyent man, Ancyent Marinere I And he shone bright, and on the right Ancyent Marinere I And he shone bright, and on the right Ancyent Marinere I Higher and Higher every day, Ancyent Marinere I And thus spake on that ancyent Man, Ancyent Marinere I Listen, Stranger! Storm and Wind, Ancyent Marinere I A Wind and Tempest strong! Ancyent Marinere I For days and weeks it play'd us freaks -- Ancyent Marinere I Listen, Stranger! Mist and Snow, Ancyent Marinere I And it grew wond'rous cauld: Ancyent Marinere I And Ice mast-high came floating by Ancyent Marinere I And thro' the drifts the snowy clifts Ancyent Marinere I It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd -- Ancyent Marinere I It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd -- Ancyent Marinere I It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd -- Ancyent Marinere I And an it were a Christian Soul, Ancyent Marinere I And round and round it flew: Ancyent Marinere I And round and round it flew: Ancyent Marinere I And a good south wind sprung up behind, Ancyent Marinere I And every day for food or play Ancyent Marinere I And broad as a weft upon the left Ancyent Marinere II And the good south wind still blew behind, Ancyent Marinere II And I had done an hellish thing Ancyent Marinere II And it would work 'em woe; Ancyent Marinere II That brought the fog and mist. Ancyent Marinere II That bring the fog and mist. Ancyent Marinere II And we did speak only to break Ancyent Marinere II All in a hot and copper sky Ancyent Marinere II And all the boards did shrink; Ancyent Marinere II About, about, in reel and rout Ancyent Marinere II Burnt green and blue and white. Ancyent Marinere II Burnt green and blue and white. Ancyent Marinere II And some in dreams assured were Ancyent Marinere II From the Land of Mist and Snow. Ancyent Marinere II And every tongue thro' utter drouth Ancyent Marinere II Had I from old and young; Ancyent Marinere II And then it seem'd a mist: Ancyent Marinere III It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last Ancyent Marinere III It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last Ancyent Marinere III And still it ner'd and ner'd; Ancyent Marinere III And still it ner'd and ner'd; Ancyent Marinere III And, an it dodged a water-sprite, Ancyent Marinere III It plung'd and tack'd and veer'd. Ancyent Marinere III It plung'd and tack'd and veer'd. Ancyent Marinere III I bit my arm and suck'd the blood Ancyent Marinere III And cry'd, A sail! A sail! Ancyent Marinere III And all at once their breath drew in Ancyent Marinere III Betwixt us and the Sun. Ancyent Marinere III And strait the Sun was fleck'd with bars Ancyent Marinere III With broad and burning face. Ancyent Marinere III Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) Ancyent Marinere III How fast she neres and neres! Ancyent Marinere III And are th[e]se two all, all the crew, Ancyent Marinere III That woman and her fleshless Pheere? Ancyent Marinere III All black and bare, I ween; Ancyent Marinere III Jet-black and bare, save where with rust Ancyent Marinere III Of mouldy damps and charnel crust Ancyent Marinere III They're patch'd with purple and green. Ancyent Marinere III And she is far liker Death than he; Ancyent Marinere III And the Twain were playing dice; Ancyent Marinere III Quoth she, and whistled thrice. Ancyent Marinere III And whistled thro' his bones; Ancyent Marinere III Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth Ancyent Marinere III Half-whistles and half-groans. Ancyent Marinere III And curs'd me with his ee. Ancyent Marinere III And every soul it pass'd me by, Ancyent Marinere III "And thou art long and lank and brown Ancyent Marinere IV "And thou art long and lank and brown Ancyent Marinere IV "And thou art long and lank and brown Ancyent Marinere IV "I fear thee and thy glittering eye Ancyent Marinere IV "And thy skinny hand so brown -- Ancyent Marinere IV And Christ would take no pity on Ancyent Marinere IV And they all dead did lie! Ancyent Marinere IV And a million million slimy things Ancyent Marinere IV Liv'd on -- and so did I. Ancyent Marinere IV And drew my eyes away; Ancyent Marinere IV And there the dead men lay. Ancyent Marinere IV I look'd to Heaven, and try'd to pray; Ancyent Marinere IV A wicked whisper came and made Ancyent Marinere IV I clos'd my lids and kept them close, Ancyent Marinere IV For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Ancyent Marinere IV For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Ancyent Marinere IV For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Ancyent Marinere IV And the dead were at my feet. Ancyent Marinere IV And yet I could not die. Ancyent Marinere IV And no where did abide: Ancyent Marinere IV And a star or two beside -- Ancyent Marinere IV A still and awful red. Ancyent Marinere IV And when they rear'd, the elfish light Ancyent Marinere IV Blue, glossy green, and velvet black Ancyent Marinere IV They coil'd and swam; and every track Ancyent Marinere IV They coil'd and swam; and every track Ancyent Marinere IV And I bless'd them unaware! Ancyent Marinere IV And I bless'd them unaware. Ancyent Marinere IV And from my neck so free Ancyent Marinere IV The Albatross fell off, and sank Ancyent Marinere IV And when I awoke it rain'd. Ancyent Marinere V And still my body drank. Ancyent Marinere V I mov'd and could not feel my limbs, Ancyent Marinere V And was a blessed Ghost. Ancyent Marinere V That were so thin and sere. Ancyent Marinere V And a hundred fire-flags sheen Ancyent Marinere V To and fro are hurried about; Ancyent Marinere V And to and fro, and in and out Ancyent Marinere V And to and fro, and in and out Ancyent Marinere V And to and fro, and in and out Ancyent Marinere V And to and fro, and in and out Ancyent Marinere V And the Moon is at its edge. Ancyent Marinere V And the Moon is at its side: Ancyent Marinere V A river steep and wide. Ancyent Marinere V And dropp'd down, like a stone! Ancyent Marinere V Beneath the lightning and the moon Ancyent Marinere V The body and I pull'd at one rope, Ancyent Marinere V And I quak'd to think of my own voice Ancyent Marinere V And cluster'd round the mast: Ancyent Marinere V And from their bodies pass'd. Ancyent Marinere V How they seem'd to fill the sea and air Ancyent Marinere V And now 'twas like all instruments, Ancyent Marinere V And now it is like an angel's song Ancyent Marinere V "My body and soul to be still." Ancyent Marinere V Sadder and wiser thou wedding-guest! Ancyent Marinere V Slowly and smoothly went the ship Ancyent Marinere V From the land of mist and snow Ancyent Marinere V The spirit slid: and it was He Ancyent Marinere V And the Ship stood still also. Ancyent Marinere V Backwards and forwards half her length Ancyent Marinere V And I fell into a swound. Ancyent Marinere V I heard and in my soul discern'd Ancyent Marinere V "In the land of mist and snow, Ancyent Marinere V And penance more will do. Ancyent Marinere V And closes from behind. Ancyent Marinere VI "For slow and slow that ship will go, Ancyent Marinere VI I woke, and we were sailing on Ancyent Marinere VI And in its time the spell was snapt, Ancyent Marinere VI And I could move my een: Ancyent Marinere VI Doth walk in fear and dread, Ancyent Marinere VI And having once turn'd round, walks on Ancyent Marinere VI And turns no more his head: Ancyent Marinere VI And I with sobs did pray -- Ancyent Marinere VI And on the bay the moon light lay, Ancyent Marinere VI And the shadow of the moon. Ancyent Marinere VI I turn'd my head in fear and dread, Ancyent Marinere VI And by the holy rood, Ancyent Marinere VI The bodies had advanc'd, and now Ancyent Marinere VI They held them strait and tight; Ancyent Marinere VI And each right-arm burnt like a torch, Ancyent Marinere VI In the red and smoky light. Ancyent Marinere VI I pray'd and turn'd my head away Ancyent Marinere VI And the bay was white with silent light, Ancyent Marinere VI Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat; Ancyent Marinere VI And by the Holy rood Ancyent Marinere VI And I saw a boat appear. Ancyent Marinere VI The pilot, and the pilot's boy Ancyent Marinere VI He kneels at morn and noon and eve -- Ancyent Marinere VII He kneels at morn and noon and eve -- Ancyent Marinere VII "Where are those lights so many and fair Ancyent Marinere VII "And they answer'd not our cheer. Ancyent Marinere VII "The planks look warp'd, and see those sails Ancyent Marinere VII "How thin they are and sere! Ancyent Marinere VII "And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below Ancyent Marinere VII And strait a sound was heard! Ancyent Marinere VII Still louder and more dread: Ancyent Marinere VII Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound, Ancyent Marinere VII Which sky and ocean smote: Ancyent Marinere VII The boat spun round and round: Ancyent Marinere VII And all was still, save that the hill Ancyent Marinere VII And fell down in a fit. Ancyent Marinere VII And pray'd where he did sit. Ancyent Marinere VII Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while Ancyent Marinere VII Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while Ancyent Marinere VII His eyes went to and fro, Ancyent Marinere VII And now all in my own Countree Ancyent Marinere VII And scarcely he could stand. Ancyent Marinere VII And then it left me free. Ancyent Marinere VII Now oftimes and now fewer, Ancyent Marinere VII That anguish comes and makes me tell Ancyent Marinere VII And Bride-maids singing are: Ancyent Marinere VII And hark the little Vesper-bell Ancyent Marinere VII And all together pray, Ancyent Marinere VII Old men, and babes, and loving friends, Ancyent Marinere VII Old men, and babes, and loving friends, Ancyent Marinere VII And Youths, and Maidens gay. Ancyent Marinere VII And Youths, and Maidens gay. Ancyent Marinere VII Both man and bird and beast. Ancyent Marinere VII Both man and bird and beast. Ancyent Marinere VII All things both great and small: Ancyent Marinere VII He made and loveth all. Ancyent Marinere VII Is gone; and now the wedding-guest Ancyent Marinere VII And is of sense forlorn: Ancyent Marinere VII A sadder and a wiser man Ancyent Marinere VII As mine and Albert's common Foster-mother. Foster-Mother On each side of my chair, and make me learn Foster-Mother All you had learnt in the day; and how to talk Foster-Mother He was a woodman, and could fell and saw Foster-Mother He was a woodman, and could fell and saw Foster-Mother With thistle-beards, and such small locks of wool Foster-Mother And reared him at the then Lord Velez' cost. Foster-Mother And so the babe grew up a pretty boy, Foster-Mother And never learnt a prayer, nor told a bead, Foster-Mother But knew the names of birds, and mocked their notes, Foster-Mother And whistled, as he were a bird himself: Foster-Mother And all the autumn 'twas his only play Foster-Mother To get the seeds of wild flowers, and to plant them Foster-Mother With earth and water, on the stumps of trees. Foster-Mother The boy loved him -- and, when the Friar taught him, Foster-Mother He soon could write with the pen: and from that time, Foster-Mother But Oh! poor wretch! -- he read, and read, and read, Foster-Mother But Oh! poor wretch! -- he read, and read, and read, Foster-Mother 'Till his brain turned -- and ere his twentieth year, Foster-Mother And though he prayed, he never loved to pray Foster-Mother But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet, Foster-Mother That the wall tottered, and had well-nigh fallen Foster-Mother A fever seized him, and he made confession Foster-Mother Of all the heretical and lawless talk Foster-Mother And cast into that hole. My husband's father Foster-Mother And once as he was working in the cellar, Foster-Mother To hunt for food, and be a naked man, Foster-Mother And wander up and down at liberty. Foster-Mother And wander up and down at liberty. Foster-Mother He always doted on the youth, and now Foster-Mother His love grew desperate; and defying death, Foster-Mother And the young man escaped. Foster-Mother And what became of him? Foster-Mother Went likewise, and when he returned to Spain, Foster-Mother And all alone, set sail by silent moonlight Foster-Mother And ne'er was heard of more: but 'tis supposed, Foster-Mother He lived and died among the savage men. Foster-Mother That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod Yew-Tree near Esthwaite First covered o'er, and taught this aged tree, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And big with lofty views, he to the world Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Of dissolute tongues, 'gainst jealousy, and hate, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And scorn, against all enemies prepared, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite All but neglect: and so, his spirit damped Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And with the food of pride sustained his soul Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And on these barren rocks, with juniper, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And heath, and thistle, thinly sprinkled o'er, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And heath, and thistle, thinly sprinkled o'er, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And lifting up his head, he then would gaze Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Thou seest, and he would gaze till it became Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain Yew-Tree near Esthwaite The world, and man himself, appeared a scene Yew-Tree near Esthwaite What he must never feel: and so, lost man! Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know, that pride, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Can still suspect, and still revere himself, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite A balmy night! and tho' the stars be dim, Nightingale That gladden the green earth, and we shall find Nightingale And hark! the Nightingale begins its song, Nightingale (And so, poor Wretch! fill'd all things with himself Nightingale And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Nightingale Of his own sorrows) he and such as he Nightingale And many a poet echoes the conceit, Nightingale Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements Nightingale Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements Nightingale And of his fame forgetful! So his fame Nightingale A venerable thing! and so his song Nightingale Should make all nature lovelier, and itself Nightingale And youths and maidens most poetical Nightingale And youths and maidens most poetical Nightingale In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still Nightingale My Friend, and my Friend's Sister! we have learnt Nightingale And joyance! 'Tis the merry Nightingale Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates Nightingale His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Nightingale Of all its music! And I know a grove Nightingale Which the great lord inhabits not: and so Nightingale And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Nightingale And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Nightingale Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths. Nightingale So many Nightingales: and far and near Nightingale So many Nightingales: and far and near Nightingale In wood and thicket over the wide grove Nightingale They answer and provoke each other's songs -- Nightingale With skirmish and capricious passagings, Nightingale And murmurs musical and swift jug jug Nightingale And murmurs musical and swift jug jug Nightingale And one low piping sound more sweet than all -- Nightingale Their bright, bright eyes, their eyes both bright and full, Nightingale Hard by the Castle, and at latest eve, Nightingale (Even like a Lady vow'd and dedicate Nightingale That gentle Maid! and oft, a moment's space, Nightingale Emerging, hath awaken'd earth and sky Nightingale With one sensation, and those wakeful Birds Nightingale As if one quick and sudden Gale had swept Nightingale An hundred airy harps! And she hath watch'd Nightingale And to that motion tune his wanton song, Nightingale And you, my friends! farewell, a short farewell! Nightingale We have been loitering long and pleasantly, Nightingale And now for our dear homes. -- That strain again! Nightingale And bid us listen! And I deem it wise Nightingale And bid us listen! And I deem it wise Nightingale The evening star: and once when he awoke Nightingale And he beholds the moon, and hush'd at once Nightingale And he beholds the moon, and hush'd at once Nightingale Suspends his sobs, and laughs most silently, Nightingale And the shadow of a star Lewti Still brighter and more bright it grew, Lewti With a rich and amber light; Lewti And so with many a hope I seek, Lewti And with such joy I find my LEWTI; Lewti And even so my pale wan cheek Lewti Ever fading more and more, Lewti And now 'tis whiter than before, Lewti And yet thou didst not look unkind! Lewti Thin and white and very high. Lewti Thin and white and very high. Lewti Now below, and now above, Lewti And startle from their reedy bed. Lewti To sleep by day and wake all night. Lewti And dreamt that I had died for care! Lewti All pale and wasted I would seem, Lewti Her bosom heave, and heave for me! Lewti One field, a flock, and what the neighboring flood Female Vagrant A dizzy depth below! his boat and twinkling oar. Female Vagrant My father was a good and pious man, Female Vagrant And I believe that, soon as I began Female Vagrant And in his hearing there my prayers I said: Female Vagrant And afterwards, by my good father taught, Female Vagrant I read, and loved the books in which I read; Female Vagrant And nothing to my mind a sweeter pleasure brought. Female Vagrant My garden, stored with pease, and mint, and thyme, Female Vagrant My garden, stored with pease, and mint, and thyme, Female Vagrant And rose and lily for the sabbath morn? Female Vagrant And rose and lily for the sabbath morn? Female Vagrant The sabbath bells, and the delightful chime; Female Vagrant The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time; Female Vagrant When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire; Female Vagrant And cottage after cottage owned its sway, Female Vagrant And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook. Female Vagrant Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold: Female Vagrant All, all was seized, and weeping, side by side, Female Vagrant Bidding me trust in God, he stood and prayed, -- Female Vagrant 'Mid the green mountains many and many a song Female Vagrant We seemed still more and more to prize each other: Female Vagrant We talked of marriage and our marriage day; Female Vagrant And I in truth did love him like a brother, Female Vagrant And her whom he had loved in joy, he said Female Vagrant And in a quiet home once more my father slept. Female Vagrant And often, viewing their sweet smiles, I sighed, Female Vagrant And knew not why. My happy father died Female Vagrant The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel, Female Vagrant And tears that flowed for ills which patience could not heal. Female Vagrant We had no hope, and no relief could gain. Female Vagrant Beat round, to sweep the streets of want and pain. Female Vagrant Me and his children hungering in his view: Female Vagrant In such dismay my prayers and tears were vain: Female Vagrant And now to the seacoast, with numbers more, we drew. Female Vagrant There foul neglect for months and months we bore, Female Vagrant Green fields before us and our native shore, Female Vagrant Fondly we wished, and wished away, nor knew, Female Vagrant 'Mid that long sickness, and those hopes deferr'd, Female Vagrant Or in the streets and walks where proud men are, Female Vagrant The pains and plagues that on our heads came down, Female Vagrant Disease and famine, agony and fear, Female Vagrant Disease and famine, agony and fear, Female Vagrant Husband and children! one by one, by sword Female Vagrant And ravenous plague, all perished: every tear Female Vagrant Remote from man, and storms of mortal care, Female Vagrant I looked and looked along the silent air, Female Vagrant And groans, that rage of racking famine spoke, Female Vagrant The mine's dire earthquake, and the pallid host Female Vagrant Hope died, and fear itself in agony was lost! Female Vagrant When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape, Female Vagrant And Fire from Hell reared his gigantic shape, Female Vagrant And Murder, by the ghastly gleam, and Rape Female Vagrant And Murder, by the ghastly gleam, and Rape Female Vagrant Seized their joint prey, the mother and the child! Female Vagrant -- For weeks the balmy air breathed soft and mild, Female Vagrant And on the gliding vessel Heaven and Ocean smiled. Female Vagrant And on the gliding vessel Heaven and Ocean smiled. Female Vagrant And whistling, called the wind that hardly curled Female Vagrant And from all hope I was forever hurled. Female Vagrant And oft, robb'd of my perfect mind, I thought Female Vagrant And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, Female Vagrant And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food. Female Vagrant And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food. Female Vagrant So passed another day, and so the third: Female Vagrant And thence was borne away to neighboring hospital. Female Vagrant And groans, which, as they said, would make a dead man start. Female Vagrant Memory, though slow, returned with strength; and thence Female Vagrant At houses, men, and common light, amazed. Female Vagrant The lanes I sought, and as the sun retired, Female Vagrant And gave me food, and rest, more welcome, more desired. Female Vagrant And gave me food, and rest, more welcome, more desired. Female Vagrant And their long holiday that feared not grief, Female Vagrant For all belonged to all, and each was chief. Female Vagrant No wain they drove, and yet, the yellow sheaf Female Vagrant Semblance, with straw and panniered ass, they made Female Vagrant And other joys my fancy to allure; Female Vagrant In barn uplighted, and companions boon Female Vagrant Rolled fast along the sky his warm and genial moon. Female Vagrant Of moor and mountain, midnight theft to hatch; Female Vagrant The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match, Female Vagrant And ear still busy on its nightly watch, Female Vagrant What could I do, unaided and unblest? Female Vagrant And kindred of dead husband are at best Female Vagrant Small help, and after marriage such as mine, Female Vagrant And oft of cruelty the sky accused; Female Vagrant And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth. Female Vagrant And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth. Female Vagrant And now across this moor my steps I bend -- Female Vagrant Have I. ---- She ceased, and weeping turned away, Female Vagrant Good duffle grey, and flannel fine; Goody Blake And coats enough to smother nine. Goody Blake In March, December, and in July, Goody Blake The neighbors tell, and tell you truly, Goody Blake At night, at morning, and at noon, Goody Blake And who so stout of limb as he? Goody Blake Auld Goody Blake was old and poor, Goody Blake Ill fed she was, and thinly clad; Goody Blake And any man who pass'd her door, Goody Blake And then her three hours' work at night! Goody Blake And in that country coals are dear, Goody Blake For they come far by wind and tide. Goody Blake Her evenings then were dull and dead; Goody Blake And then for cold not sleep a wink. Goody Blake And catter'd many a lusty splinter, Goody Blake And many a rotten bough about. Goody Blake And made her poor old bones to ache, Goody Blake And now and then, it must be said, Goody Blake And now and then, it must be said, Goody Blake When her old bones were cold and chill, Goody Blake And vow'd that she should be detected, Goody Blake And he on her would vengeance take. Goody Blake And oft from his warm fire he'd go, Goody Blake And to the fields his road would take, Goody Blake And there, at night, in frost and snow, Goody Blake And there, at night, in frost and snow, Goody Blake And once, behind a rick of barley, Goody Blake The moon was full and shining clearly, Goody Blake And crisp with frost the stubble-land. Goody Blake And sprang upon poor Goody Blake. Goody Blake And fiercely by the arm he took her, Goody Blake And by the arm he held her fast, Goody Blake And fiercely by the arm he shook her, Goody Blake And cried, "I've caught you then at last!" Goody Blake And kneeling on the sticks, she pray'd Goody Blake And icy-cold he turned away. Goody Blake That he was cold and very chill: Goody Blake And ere the Sabbath he had three. Goody Blake And blankets were about him pinn'd; Goody Blake Yet still his jaws and teeth they clatter, Goody Blake And Harry's flesh it fell away; Goody Blake And all who see him say 'tis plain, Goody Blake Of Goody Blake and Harry Gill. Goody Blake To the bare trees, and mountains bare, Lines near my House And grass in the green field. Lines near my House Come forth and feel the sun. Lines near my House Edward will come with you, and pray, Lines near my House And bring no book, for this one day Lines near my House And from the blessed power that rolls Lines near my House And bring no book; for this one day Lines near my House He says he is three score and ten, Simon Lee That's fair behind, and fair before; Simon Lee Full five and twenty years he lived Simon Lee And, though he has but one eye left, Simon Lee And no man was so full of glee; Simon Lee His master's dead, and no one now Simon Lee Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead; Simon Lee And then, what limbs those feats have left Simon Lee And he is lean and he is sick, Simon Lee And he is lean and he is sick, Simon Lee His ancles they are swoln and thick; Simon Lee His legs are thin and dry. Simon Lee And now he's forced to work, though weak, Simon Lee Could leave both man and horse behind; Simon Lee And often, ere the race was done, Simon Lee He reeled and was stone-blind. Simon Lee And still there's something in the world Simon Lee And does what Simon cannot do; Simon Lee And though you with your utmost skill Simon Lee And I'm afraid that you expect Simon Lee And at the word right gladly he Simon Lee I struck, and with a single blow Simon Lee And vainly had endeavour'd. Simon Lee And thanks and praises seemed to run Simon Lee And thanks and praises seemed to run Simon Lee His face is fair and fresh to see; Anecdote for Fathers And dearly he loves me. Anecdote for Fathers And held such intermitted talk Anecdote for Fathers To think, and think, and think again; Anecdote for Fathers To think, and think, and think again; Anecdote for Fathers And graceful in his rustic dress! Anecdote for Fathers And oftentimes I talked to him, Anecdote for Fathers The morning sun shone bright and warm; Anecdote for Fathers "And so is Liswyn farm. Anecdote for Fathers I said and took him by the arm -- Anecdote for Fathers "And tell me, had you rather be," Anecdote for Fathers I said, and held him by the arm, Anecdote for Fathers And said, "At Kilve I'd rather be Anecdote for Fathers For here are woods and green-hills warm; Anecdote for Fathers At this, my boy, so fair and slim, Anecdote for Fathers And five times did I say to him, Anecdote for Fathers A broad and gilded vane. Anecdote for Fathers And thus to me he made reply; Anecdote for Fathers "And that's the reason why." Anecdote for Fathers And feels its life in every limb, We Are Seven And she was wildly clad; We Are Seven Her eyes were fair, and very fair, We Are Seven "Sisters and brothers, little maid, We Are Seven And wondering looked at me. We Are Seven "And where are they, I pray you tell?" We Are Seven "And two of us at Conway dwell, We Are Seven "And two are gone to sea. We Are Seven "My sister and my brother, We Are Seven "And in the church-yard cottage, I We Are Seven "And two are gone to sea, We Are Seven "Seven boys and girls are we; We Are Seven "And they are side by side. We Are Seven "And there upon the ground I sit -- We Are Seven "I sit and sing to them. We Are Seven "And often after sunset, Sir, We Are Seven "When it is light and fair, We Are Seven "And eat my supper there. We Are Seven "And then she went away. We Are Seven "And all the summer dry, We Are Seven "My brother John and I. We Are Seven "And when the ground was white with snow, We Are Seven "And I could run and slide, We Are Seven "And I could run and slide, We Are Seven "And he lies by her side." We Are Seven And said, Nay, we are seven!" We Are Seven And much it griev'd my heart to think Lines in Early Spring And 'tis my faith that every flower Lines in Early Spring The birds around me hopp'd and play'd: Lines in Early Spring And I must think, do all I can, Lines in Early Spring It looks so old and grey. The Thorn It stands erect, and like a stone The Thorn And hung with heavy tufts of moss, The Thorn And this poor thorn they clasp it round The Thorn With plain and manifest intent, The Thorn And all had joined in one endeavour The Thorn And to the left, three yards beyond, The Thorn 'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide. The Thorn And close beside this aged thorn, The Thorn There is a fresh and lovely sight, The Thorn And mossy network too is there, The Thorn And cups, the darlings of the eye, The Thorn Of olive-green and scarlet bright, The Thorn In spikes, in branches, and in stars, The Thorn Green, red, and pearly white. The Thorn This pond and beauteous hill of moss, The Thorn You must take care and chuse your time The Thorn And that same pond of which I spoke, The Thorn And to herself she cries, The Thorn At all times of the day and night The Thorn And she is known to every star, The Thorn And every wind that blows; The Thorn And there beside the thorn she sits The Thorn And when the whirlwind's on the hill, The Thorn Or frosty air is keen and still, The Thorn And to herself she cries, The Thorn "Now wherefore thus, by day and night, The Thorn "In rain, in tempest, and in snow, The Thorn "And why sits she beside the thorn The Thorn "Or frosty air is keen and still, The Thorn "And wherefore does she cry? -- The Thorn The pond -- and thorn, so old and grey, The Thorn The pond -- and thorn, so old and grey, The Thorn And if you see her in her hut, The Thorn But to the thorn, and to the pond The Thorn 'Tis now some two and twenty years, The Thorn And she was blithe and gay, The Thorn And she was blithe and gay, The Thorn And she was happy, happy still The Thorn And they had fix'd the wedding-day, The Thorn And with this other maid to church The Thorn And almost turn'd her brain to tinder. The Thorn And there was often seen. The Thorn She was with child, and she was mad, The Thorn About its mother's heart, and brought The Thorn And when at last, her time drew near, The Thorn And I would tell it all to you; The Thorn And if a child was born or no, The Thorn And if 'twas born alive or dead, The Thorn And all that winter, when at night The Thorn For many a time and oft were heard The Thorn And others, I've heard many swear, The Thorn And there sits in a scarlet cloak, The Thorn To view the ocean wide and bright, The Thorn A storm came on, and I could see The Thorn Twas mist and rain, and storm and rain, The Thorn Twas mist and rain, and storm and rain, The Thorn Twas mist and rain, and storm and rain, The Thorn And then the wind! in faith, it was The Thorn A jutting crag, and off I ran, The Thorn And, as I am a man, The Thorn I turned about and heard her cry, The Thorn And there she sits, until the moon The Thorn And when the little breezes make The Thorn She shudders and you hear her cry, The Thorn "But what's the thorn? and what's the pond? The Thorn "And what's the hill of moss to her? The Thorn "And what's the creeping breeze that comes The Thorn But all and each agree, The Thorn And fix on it a steady view, The Thorn A baby and a baby's face, The Thorn And that it looks at you; The Thorn And some had sworn an oath that she The Thorn And for the little infant's bones The Thorn And for full fifty yards around, The Thorn And this I know, full many a time, The Thorn By day, and in the silent night, The Thorn When all the stars shone clear and bright, The Thorn And yet I have not often seen Last of the Flock And in the broad high-way, I met; Last of the Flock And in his arms a lamb he had. Last of the Flock He saw me, and he turned aside, Last of the Flock I follow'd him, and said, "My friend Last of the Flock And after youthful follies ran, Last of the Flock Though little given to care and thought, Last of the Flock And other sheep from her I raised, Last of the Flock And then I married, and was rich Last of the Flock And then I married, and was rich Last of the Flock And every year encreas'd my store. Last of the Flock And from this one, this single ewe, Last of the Flock They throve, and we at home did thrive Last of the Flock And now I care not if we die, Last of the Flock And perish all of poverty. Last of the Flock My pride was tamed, and in our grief, Last of the Flock And it was fit that thence I took Last of the Flock And bought my little children bread, Last of the Flock And they were healthy with their food; Last of the Flock With all my care and pains, Last of the Flock Another still! and still another! Last of the Flock A little lamb, and then its mother! Last of the Flock And I may say that many a time Last of the Flock And wicked fancies cross'd my mind, Last of the Flock And every man I chanc'd to see, Last of the Flock And crazily, and wearily, Last of the Flock And crazily, and wearily, Last of the Flock I loved my children more and more. Last of the Flock And every week, and every day, Last of the Flock And every week, and every day, Last of the Flock A lamb, a weather, and a ewe; Last of the Flock And then at last, from three to two; Last of the Flock And of my fifty, yesterday Last of the Flock And here it lies upon my arm, Last of the Flock Alas! and I have none; Last of the Flock And this place our forefathers made for man! Dungeon This is the process of our love and wisdom, Dungeon Most innocent, perhaps -- and what if guilty? Dungeon Each pore and natural outlet shrivell'd up Dungeon By ignorance and poaching poverty, Dungeon And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison, Dungeon And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison, Dungeon And this is their best cure! uncomforted Dungeon And friendless solitude, groaning and tears Dungeon And friendless solitude, groaning and tears Dungeon And savage faces, at the clanking hour[,] Dungeon Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon, Dungeon Healest thy wandering and distempered child: Dungeon Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets, Dungeon Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters, Dungeon Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters, Dungeon Till he relent, and can no more endure Dungeon To be a jarring and a dissonant thing, Dungeon Amid this general dance and minstrelsy; Dungeon His angry spirit healed and harmonized Dungeon By the benignant touch of love and beauty. Dungeon And she came far from over the main. Mad Mother And underneath the hay-stack warm, Mad Mother And on the green-wood stone, Mad Mother She talked and sung the woods among; Mad Mother And it was in the English tongue. Mad Mother And I am happy when I sing Mad Mother Full many a sad and doleful thing: Mad Mother And in my head a dull, dull pain; Mad Mother And fiendish faces one, two, three, Mad Mother Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me. Mad Mother I waked, and saw my little boy, Mad Mother My little boy of flesh and blood; Mad Mother For he was here, and only he. Mad Mother About that tight and deadly band Mad Mother It comes to cool my babe and me. Mad Mother And do not dread the waves below, Mad Mother And I will always be thy guide, Mad Mother Through hollow snows and rivers wide. Mad Mother And if from me thou wilt not go, Mad Mother 'Tis all thine own! and if its hue Mad Mother And what if my poor cheek be brown? Mad Mother How pale and wan it else would be. Mad Mother And underneath the spreading tree Mad Mother And every day we two will pray Mad Mother For him that's gone and far away. Mad Mother And thou hast almost suck'd thy fill. Mad Mother I've sought thy father far and wide. Mad Mother Now laugh and be gay, to the woods away! Mad Mother And there, my babe, we'll live for aye. Mad Mother And why on horseback have you set Idiot Boy With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle; Idiot Boy Is sick, and makes a piteous moan, Idiot Boy And sorely puzzled are the twain, Idiot Boy And Betty's husband's at the wood, Idiot Boy And Betty from the lane has fetched Idiot Boy Her pony, that is mild and good, Idiot Boy And by the moonlight, Betty Foy Idiot Boy And he must post without delay Idiot Boy And by the church, and o'er the down, Idiot Boy And by the church, and o'er the down, Idiot Boy And with a hurly-burly now Idiot Boy And Betty o'er and o'er has told Idiot Boy And Betty o'er and o'er has told Idiot Boy What to do, and what to leave undone, Idiot Boy How to turn left, and how to right. Idiot Boy And Betty's most especial charge, Idiot Boy Both with his head, and with his hand, Idiot Boy And proudly shook the bridle too, Idiot Boy And then! his words were not a few, Idiot Boy And now that Johnny is just going, Idiot Boy And seems no longer in a hurry. Idiot Boy For joy his head and heels are idle, Idiot Boy And while the pony moves his legs, Idiot Boy The green bough's motionless and dead; Idiot Boy Is not more still and mute than he. Idiot Boy And all his skill in horsemanship, Idiot Boy And Betty's standing at the door, Idiot Boy And Betty's face with joy o'erflows, Idiot Boy Proud of herself, and proud of him, Idiot Boy And Betty will not then depart. Idiot Boy And Johnny makes the noise he loves, Idiot Boy And Betty listens, glad to hear it. Idiot Boy And Johnny's in a merry tune, Idiot Boy And Johnny's lips they burr, burr, burr, Idiot Boy And on he goes beneath the moon. Idiot Boy His steed and he right well agree, Idiot Boy That should he lose his eyes and ears, Idiot Boy And should he live a thousand years, Idiot Boy And when he thinks his pace is slack; Idiot Boy And far into the moonlight dale, Idiot Boy And by the church, and o'er the down, Idiot Boy And by the church, and o'er the down, Idiot Boy And Betty, now at Susan's side, Idiot Boy Of Johnny's wit and Johnny's glory. Idiot Boy And Betty's still at Susan's side: Idiot Boy Demure with porringer and plate Idiot Boy Her life and soul were buried. Idiot Boy But yet I guess that now and then Idiot Boy And to the road she turns her ears, Idiot Boy And thence full many a sound she hears, Idiot Boy And Johnny is not yet in sight, Idiot Boy And Susan has a dreadful night. Idiot Boy And Betty, half an hour ago, Idiot Boy But now that time is gone and past. Idiot Boy And Betty's drooping at the heart, Idiot Boy That happy time all past and gone, Idiot Boy And Susan's growing worse and worse, Idiot Boy And Susan's growing worse and worse, Idiot Boy And Betty's in sad quandary; Idiot Boy And then there's nobody to say Idiot Boy And Betty's still at Susan's side. Idiot Boy And Susan she begins to fear Idiot Boy Or lost perhaps, and never found; Idiot Boy "Good Susan tell me, and I'll stay; Idiot Boy And far into the moonlight dale; Idiot Boy And how she ran, and how she walked, Idiot Boy And how she ran, and how she walked, Idiot Boy And all that to herself she talked, Idiot Boy In high and low, above, below, Idiot Boy In great and small, in round and square, Idiot Boy In great and small, in round and square, Idiot Boy In tree and tower was Johnny seen, Idiot Boy In bush and brake, in black and green, Idiot Boy In bush and brake, in black and green, Idiot Boy And now the thought torments her sore, Idiot Boy And never will be heard of more. Idiot Boy And now she's high upon the down, Idiot Boy And joined the wandering gypsey-folk. Idiot Boy Unworthy things she talked and wild, Idiot Boy And now she's got into the town, Idiot Boy And to the doctor's door she hies; Idiot Boy And now she's at the doctor's door, Idiot Boy His glimmering eyes that peep and doze; Idiot Boy And one hand rubs his old night-cap. Idiot Boy "And I have lost my poor dear boy, Idiot Boy And, grumbling, he went back to bed. Idiot Boy And now she's high upon the down, Idiot Boy And she can see a mile of road, Idiot Boy And from the brink she hurries fast, Idiot Boy And now she sits her down and weeps; Idiot Boy And now she sits her down and weeps; Idiot Boy "And we will ne'er o'erload thee more." Idiot Boy "The pony he is mild and good, Idiot Boy "And we have always used him well; Idiot Boy "And carried Johnny to the wood." Idiot Boy What Johnny and his horse are doing! Idiot Boy Perhaps, and no unlikely thought! Idiot Boy The cliffs and peaks so high that are, Idiot Boy And in his pocket bring it home. Idiot Boy And still and mute, in wonder lost, Idiot Boy And still and mute, in wonder lost, Idiot Boy And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep, Idiot Boy A fierce and dreadful hunter he! Idiot Boy Yon valley, that's so trim and green, Idiot Boy Perhaps, with head and heels on fire, Idiot Boy And like the very soul of evil, Idiot Boy And so he'll gallop on for aye, Idiot Boy And can you thus unfriended leave me? Idiot Boy And that's the very pony, too. Idiot Boy And cannot find her idiot boy. Idiot Boy And now, all full in view, she sees Idiot Boy And Betty sees the pony too: Idiot Boy And fast she holds her idiot boy. Idiot Boy And Johnny burrs and laughs aloud, Idiot Boy And Johnny burrs and laughs aloud, Idiot Boy And now she's at the pony's tail, Idiot Boy And now she's at the pony's head, Idiot Boy On that side now, and now on this, Idiot Boy And almost stifled with her bliss, Idiot Boy She kisses o'er and o'er again, Idiot Boy "You've done your best, and that is all." Idiot Boy And gently turned the pony's head Idiot Boy The pony, Betty, and her boy, Idiot Boy And who is she, be-times abroad, Idiot Boy And many dreadful fears beset her, Idiot Boy Both for her messenger and nurse; Idiot Boy And as her mind grew worse and worse, Idiot Boy And as her mind grew worse and worse, Idiot Boy On all sides doubts and terrors met her; Idiot Boy And while her mind was fighting thus, Idiot Boy Away she posts up hill and down, Idiot Boy And to the wood at length is come, Idiot Boy And with the owls began my song, Idiot Boy And with the owls must end. Idiot Boy "And Johnny, mind you tell us true." Idiot Boy And thus to Betty's question, he Idiot Boy "And the sun did shine so cold." Idiot Boy And that was all his travel's story. Idiot Boy And see how dark the backward stream! Near Richmond And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam, Near Richmond -- And let him nurse his fond deceit, Near Richmond And what if he must die in sorrow! Near Richmond Though grief and pain may come to-morrow? Near Richmond And pray that never child of Song Near Richmond "And dream your time away? Expostulation "To beings else forlorn and blind! Expostulation "Up! Up! and drink the spirit breath'd Expostulation "And none had lived before you!" Expostulation And thus I made reply. Expostulation "And dream my time away." Expostulation Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks, Tables Turned Why all this toil and trouble? Tables Turned Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Tables Turned Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife, Tables Turned And hark! How blithe the throstle sings! Tables Turned And he is no mean preacher; Tables Turned Our minds and hearts to bless -- Tables Turned Of moral evil and of good, Tables Turned Enough of science and of art; Tables Turned Come forth, and bring with you a heart Tables Turned That watches and receives. Tables Turned He travels on, and in his face, his step, Old Man Travelling His look and bending figure, all bespeak Old Man Travelling -- I asked him whither he was bound, and what Old Man Travelling "And there is dying in an hospital." Old Man Travelling And yet they are upon my eyes, Forsaken Indian And yet I am alive. Forsaken Indian Yet it is dead, and I remain. Forsaken Indian And they are dead, and I will die. Forsaken Indian And they are dead, and I will die. Forsaken Indian For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire; Forsaken Indian No pleasure now, and no desire. Forsaken Indian And Oh how grievously I rue, Forsaken Indian For strong and without pain I lay, Forsaken Indian And then he stretched his arms, how wild! Forsaken Indian Then do not weep and grieve for me; Forsaken Indian You travel heavily and slow: Forsaken Indian My fire is dead, and snowy white Forsaken Indian And he has stolen away my food. Forsaken Indian And my last thoughts would happy be. Forsaken Indian Rang loud through the meadow and wood. Convict "And must we then part from a dwelling so fair?" Convict And with a deep sadness I turned, to repair Convict Resound; and the dungeons unfold: Convict I pause; and at length, through the glimmering grate Convict And deep is the sigh of his breath, Convict And with steadfast dejection his eyes are intent Convict Yet my fancy has pierced to his heart, and pourtrays Convict His bones are consumed, and his life-blood is dried, Convict And his crime, through the pains that o'erwhelm him, descried, Convict Still blackens and grows on his view. Convict And quietness pillow his head. Convict And conscience her tortures appease, Convict 'Mid tumult and uproar this man must repose; Convict And terror shall leap at his heart. Convict And the motion unsettles a tear; Convict And asks of me why I am here. Convict Of five long winters! and again I hear Tintern Abbey Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, Tintern Abbey Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect Tintern Abbey Here, under this dark sycamore, and view Tintern Abbey Among the woods and copses lose themselves, Tintern Abbey Nor, with their green and simple hue, disturb Tintern Abbey Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke Tintern Abbey But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Tintern Abbey Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, Tintern Abbey Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart, Tintern Abbey And passing even into my purer mind Tintern Abbey Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust, Tintern Abbey In which the heavy and the weary weight Tintern Abbey Is lighten'd -- that serene and blessed mood, Tintern Abbey And even the motion of our human blood Tintern Abbey In body, and become a living soul: Tintern Abbey Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, Tintern Abbey In darkness, and amid the many shapes Tintern Abbey Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Tintern Abbey And now, with gleams of half-extinguished though[t,] Tintern Abbey With many recognitions dim and faint, Tintern Abbey And somewhat of a sad perplexity, Tintern Abbey That in this moment there is life and food Tintern Abbey For future years. And so I dare to hope Tintern Abbey Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, Tintern Abbey And their glad animal movements all gone by,) Tintern Abbey The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Tintern Abbey The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Tintern Abbey Their colours and their forms, were then to me Tintern Abbey An appetite: a feeling and a love, Tintern Abbey And all its aching joys are now no more, Tintern Abbey And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Tintern Abbey To chasten and subdue. And I have felt Tintern Abbey To chasten and subdue. And I have felt Tintern Abbey And the round ocean, and the living air, Tintern Abbey And the round ocean, and the living air, Tintern Abbey And the blue sky, and in the mind of man, Tintern Abbey And the blue sky, and in the mind of man, Tintern Abbey A motion and a spirit, that impels Tintern Abbey And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still Tintern Abbey A lover of the meadows and the woods, Tintern Abbey And mountains; and of all that we behold Tintern Abbey And mountains; and of all that we behold Tintern Abbey Of eye and ear, both what they half-create, Tintern Abbey And what perceive; well pleased to recognize Tintern Abbey In nature and the language of the sense, Tintern Abbey The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Tintern Abbey My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch Tintern Abbey The language of my former heart, and read Tintern Abbey My dear, dear Sister! And this prayer I make, Tintern Abbey With quietness and beauty, and so feed Tintern Abbey With quietness and beauty, and so feed Tintern Abbey And let the misty mountain winds be free Tintern Abbey To blow against thee: and in after years, Tintern Abbey For all sweet sounds and harmonies; Oh! then, Tintern Abbey And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance, Tintern Abbey We stood together; And that I, so long Tintern Abbey Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, Tintern Abbey And this green pastoral landscape, were to me Tintern Abbey More dear, both for themselves, and for thy sake. Tintern Abbey
