HAIL'D..............1 We hail'd it in God's name. Ancyent Marinere I
HAIR................5 It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek, Ancyent Marinere VI Gleaning thro' her sable hair. Lewti Her hair was thick with many a curl We Are Seven The sun has burnt her coal-black hair, Mad Mother From the roots of his hair there shall start Convict
HALF...............10 Backwards and forwards half her length Ancyent Marinere V Whose dewy leafits are but half disclos'd, Nightingale His little body's half awry Simon Lee Just half a foot in height. The Thorn An infant's grave was half so fair. The Thorn Through half the clear blue sky will go, The Thorn And Betty, half an hour ago, Idiot Boy She prefaced half a hint of this Idiot Boy But half of what to him befel, Idiot Boy "Thus for the length of half a day, Expostulation
HALF-CREATE.........1 Of eye and ear, both what they half-create, Tintern Abbey
HALF-EXTINGUISHED...1 And now, with gleams of half-extinguished though[t,] Tintern Abbey
HALF-GROANS.........1 Half-whistles and half-groans. Ancyent Marinere III
HALF-RAISES.........1 But now he half-raises his deep-sunken eye, Convict
HALF-SHELTERED......1 The rock half-sheltered from my view, Lewti
HALF-SLUMBER........1 If, while a half-slumber his memory bedims, Convict
HALF-WHISTLES.......1 Half-whistles and half-groans. Ancyent Marinere III
HALF-WISE...........1 "Consider, Johnny's but half-wise; Idiot Boy
HALL................3 The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall, Ancyent Marinere I Dwells in the hall of Ivor; Simon Lee "To the dark cave, the goblin's hall, Idiot Boy
HALLOO..............3 Halloo! halloo! a long halloo! Idiot Boy Halloo! halloo! a long halloo! Idiot Boy Halloo! halloo! a long halloo! Idiot Boy
HAND...............16 He holds him with his skinny hand, Ancyent Marinere I "I fear thy skinny hand; Ancyent Marinere IV "And thy skinny hand so brown -- Ancyent Marinere IV This seraph-band, each waved his hand: Ancyent Marinere VI This seraph-band, each waved his hand, Ancyent Marinere VI How he would place his hand beside his ear, Nightingale His little hand, the small forefinger up, Nightingale Nor dared my hand at any door to knock. Female Vagrant She pray'd, her wither'd hand uprearing, Goody Blake The mattock totter'd in his hand; Simon Lee As if by hand of lady fair The Thorn Oh! press me with thy little hand; Mad Mother No hand to help them in distress Idiot Boy He shakes the green bough in his hand. Idiot Boy Both with his head, and with his hand, Idiot Boy And one hand rubs his old night-cap. Idiot Boy
HANDS...............1 To lay his hands upon a star, Idiot Boy
HANG................2 [As] hang on brambles. Well, he brought him home, Foster-Mother Or hang on tiptoe at the lifted latch; Female Vagrant
HANGED..............1 She hanged her baby on the tree, The Thorn
HANGING.............1 Which props the hanging wall of the old chapel? Foster-Mother
HAPPIER.............2 That happier days we never more must view: Female Vagrant But life of happier sort to me pourtrayed, Female Vagrant
HAPPINESS...........2 With so much happiness to spare, Anecdote for Fathers Five years of happiness or more, Idiot Boy
HAPPY..............16 O happy living things! no tongue Ancyent Marinere IV And knew not why. My happy father died Female Vagrant Thrice happy! That from him the grave did hide Female Vagrant And she was happy, happy still The Thorn And she was happy, happy still The Thorn And I am happy when I sing Mad Mother Then happy lie, for blest am I; Mad Mother Oh! happy, happy, happy John. Idiot Boy Oh! happy, happy, happy John. Idiot Boy Oh! happy, happy, happy John. Idiot Boy That happy time all past and gone, Idiot Boy She's happy here, she's happy there, Idiot Boy She's happy here, she's happy there, Idiot Boy She knows not, happy Betty Foy! Idiot Boy With happy heart I would then die, Forsaken Indian And my last thoughts would happy be. Forsaken Indian
HARBOUR.............1 The Ship was cheer'd, the Harbour clear'd -- Ancyent Marinere I
HARBOUR-BAR.........1 We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar, Ancyent Marinere VI
HARBOUR-BAY.........1 The harbour-bay was clear as glass, Ancyent Marinere VI
HARD................6 Of large extent, hard by a castle huge Nightingale Hard by the Castle, and at latest eve, Nightingale 'Twas a hard change, an evil time was come; Female Vagrant 'Twas a hard time for Goody Blake. Goody Blake In truth you'd find it hard to say, The Thorn Hard labour in a time of need! Last of the Flock
