HAVING..............1 And having once turn'd round, walks on Ancyent Marinere VI
HAY-STACK...........1 And underneath the hay-stack warm, Mad Mother
HAZARD..............1 On hazard, or what general bounty yields, Female Vagrant
HE................240 And he stoppeth one of three: Ancyent Marinere I But still he holds the wedding-guest -- Ancyent Marinere I There was a Ship, quoth he -- Ancyent Marinere I He holds him with his skinny hand, Ancyent Marinere I Quoth he, there was a Ship -- Ancyent Marinere I He holds him with his glittering eye -- Ancyent Marinere I He cannot chuse but hear: Ancyent Marinere I Out of the Sea came he: Ancyent Marinere I And he shone bright, and on the right Ancyent Marinere I For he heard the loud bassoon. Ancyent Marinere I The wedding-guest he beat his breast Ancyent Marinere I Yet he cannot chuse but hear: Ancyent Marinere I Out of the Sea came he; Ancyent Marinere II Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us Ancyent Marinere II As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd Ancyent Marinere III And she is far liker Death than he; Ancyent Marinere III But he said nought to me -- Ancyent Marinere V The spirit slid: and it was He Ancyent Marinere V "Is it he? quoth one, "Is this the man? Ancyent Marinere V "With his cruel bow he lay'd full low Ancyent Marinere V "He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man Ancyent Marinere V Quoth he the man hath penance done, Ancyent Marinere V "If he may know which way to go, Ancyent Marinere VI Because he knows, a frightful fiend Ancyent Marinere VI He singeth loud his godly hymns Ancyent Marinere VI That he makes in the wood. Ancyent Marinere VI How loudly his sweet voice he rears! Ancyent Marinere VII He loves to talk with Marineres Ancyent Marinere VII He kneels at morn and noon and eve -- Ancyent Marinere VII He hath a cushion plump: Ancyent Marinere VII And pray'd where he did sit. Ancyent Marinere VII "Ha! ha!" quoth he -- "full plain I see, Ancyent Marinere VII And scarcely he could stand. Ancyent Marinere VII "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say Ancyent Marinere VII He prayeth well who loveth well Ancyent Marinere VII He prayeth best who loveth best, Ancyent Marinere VII He made and loveth all. Ancyent Marinere VII He went, like one that hath been stunn'd Ancyent Marinere VII He rose the morrow morn. Ancyent Marinere VII 'Tis strange! He spake of you familiarly Foster-Mother Now blessings on the man, whoe'er he be, Foster-Mother He was a woodman, and could fell and saw Foster-Mother He found a baby wrapt in mosses, lined Foster-Mother [As] hang on brambles. Well, he brought him home, Foster-Mother And whistled, as he were a bird himself: Foster-Mother A grey-haired man -- he loved this little boy, Foster-Mother He soon could write with the pen: and from that time, Foster-Mother So he became a very learned youth. Foster-Mother But Oh! poor wretch! -- he read, and read, and read, Foster-Mother He had unlawful thoughts of many things: Foster-Mother And though he prayed, he never loved to pray Foster-Mother And though he prayed, he never loved to pray Foster-Mother A fever seized him, and he made confession Foster-Mother And once as he was working in the cellar, Foster-Mother He heard a voice distinctly; 'twas the youth's, Foster-Mother He always doted on the youth, and now Foster-Mother He made that cunning entrance I described: Foster-Mother He went on ship-board Foster-Mother Went likewise, and when he returned to Spain, Foster-Mother He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth, Foster-Mother He lived and died among the savage men. Foster-Mother -------------------------- Who he was Yew-Tree near Esthwaite I well remember. -- He was one who own'd Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And big with lofty views, he to the world Yew-Tree near Esthwaite At once, with rash disdain he turned away, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Fixing his downward eye, he many an hour 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 Would he forget those beings, to whose minds, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Of kindred loveliness: then he would sigh Yew-Tree near Esthwaite What he must never feel: and so, lost man! Yew-Tree near Esthwaite He died, this seat his only monument. Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Which he has never used; that thought with him Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Of his own sorrows) he and such as he Nightingale Of his own sorrows) he and such as he Nightingale When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs Nightingale As he were fearful, that an April night Nightingale How he would place his hand beside his ear, Nightingale To make him Nature's playmate. He knows well Nightingale The evening star: and once when he awoke Nightingale And he beholds the moon, and hush'd at once Nightingale He may associate Joy! Once more farewell, Nightingale To lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed, Female Vagrant He loved his old hereditary nook, Female Vagrant But, when he had refused the proffered gold, Female Vagrant To cruel injuries he became a prey, Female Vagrant Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold: Female Vagrant Till then he hoped his bones might there be laid, Female Vagrant Bidding me trust in God, he stood and prayed, -- Female Vagrant He must repair, to ply the artist's trade. Female Vagrant And her whom he had loved in joy, he said Female Vagrant And her whom he had loved in joy, he said Female Vagrant He well could love in grief: his faith he kept; Female Vagrant He well could love in grief: his faith he kept; Female Vagrant To join those miserable men he flew; Female Vagrant He has a blanket on his back, Goody Blake And who so stout of limb as he? Goody Blake Now Harry he had long suspected Goody Blake And he on her would vengeance take. Goody Blake He watch'd to seize old Goody Blake. Goody Blake -- He hears a noise -- he's all awake -- Goody Blake He softly creeps -- 'Tis Goody Blake, Goody Blake Right glad was he when he beheld her: Goody Blake Right glad was he when he beheld her: Goody Blake He stood behind a bush of elder, Goody Blake He started forward with a shout, 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 "O may he never more be warm!" Goody Blake And icy-cold he turned away. Goody Blake He went complaining all the morrow Goody Blake That he was cold and very chill: Goody Blake That day he wore a riding-coat, Goody Blake But not a whit the warmer he: Goody Blake And ere the Sabbath he had three. Goody Blake That live as long as live he may, Goody Blake He never will be warm again. Goody Blake No word to any man he utters, Goody Blake But ever to himself he mutters, Goody Blake I've heard he once was tall. Simon Lee Of years he has upon his back, Simon Lee He says he is three score and ten, Simon Lee He says he is three score and ten, Simon Lee A long blue livery-coat has he, Simon Lee At once that he is poor. Simon Lee Full five and twenty years he lived Simon Lee And, though he has but one eye left, Simon Lee He is the sole survivor. Simon Lee He has no son, he has no child, Simon Lee He has no son, he has no child, Simon Lee And he is lean and he is sick, Simon Lee And he is lean and he is sick, Simon Lee When he was young he little knew Simon Lee When he was young he little knew Simon Lee He all the country could outrun, Simon Lee He reeled and was stone-blind. Simon Lee He dearly loves their voices! Simon Lee This scrap of land he from the heath Simon Lee Enclosed when he was stronger; Simon Lee Few months of life he has in store, Simon Lee As he to you will tell, Simon Lee For still, the more he works, the more Simon Lee This old man doing all he could Simon Lee He might have worked for ever. Simon Lee And at the word right gladly he Simon Lee And dearly he loves me. Anecdote for Fathers In careless mood he looked at me, Anecdote for Fathers His head he raised -- there was in sight, Anecdote for Fathers It caught his eye, he saw it plain -- Anecdote for Fathers And thus to me he made reply; Anecdote for Fathers "And he lies by her side." We Are Seven That he had died, that cruel father! The Thorn Along the broad high-way he came, Last of the Flock Sturdy he seemed, though he was sad; Last of the Flock Sturdy he seemed, though he was sad; 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 He saw me, and he turned aside, Last of the Flock As if he wished himself to hide: Last of the Flock Then with his coat he made essay Last of the Flock He makes my tears to flow. Last of the Flock He is the last of all my flock. Last of the Flock I thought he knew some ill of me. Last of the Flock By the lamp's dismal twilight! So he lies Dungeon Till he relent, and can no more endure Dungeon For he was here, and only he. Mad Mother For he was here, and only he. Mad Mother He saves for me my precious soul; Mad Mother If his sweet boy he could forsake, Mad Mother With me he never would have stay'd: Mad Mother But he, poor man! is wretched made, Mad Mother He shouts from nobody knows where; Idiot Boy He lengthens out his lonely shout, Idiot Boy But, Betty! what has he to do Idiot Boy Where by the week he doth abide, Idiot Boy Whether he be in joy or pain, Idiot Boy An he is all in traveling trim, Idiot Boy And he must post without delay Idiot Boy He shakes the green bough in his hand. Idiot Boy For joy he cannot hold the bridle, Idiot Boy Is not more still and mute than he. Idiot Boy He quite forgot his holly whip, Idiot Boy He's at the guide-post -- he turns right, Idiot Boy And Johnny makes the noise he loves, 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 He never will be out of humour. Idiot Boy But then he is a horse that thinks! Idiot Boy And when he thinks his pace is slack; Idiot Boy Now, though he knows poor Johnny well, Idiot Boy Yet for his life he cannot tell Idiot Boy What he has got upon his back. Idiot Boy Quoth Betty "he will soon be here, Idiot Boy "How can it be he is so late? Idiot Boy "The doctor he has made him wait, Idiot Boy "If he is hurt in life or limb" -- Idiot Boy "Where he will stay till he is dead; Idiot Boy "Where he will stay till he is dead; Idiot Boy "Or sadly he has been misled, Idiot Boy Even he, of cattle the most mild, Idiot Boy And, grumbling, he went back to bed. Idiot Boy "But he is neither far nor near, Idiot Boy "The pony he is mild and good, Idiot Boy He with his pony now doth roam Idiot Boy He travels on along the vale. Idiot Boy A fierce and dreadful hunter he! Idiot Boy In five months' time, should he be seen, Idiot Boy For sure he met with strange adventures. Idiot Boy He seems, I think, the reins to give; Idiot Boy Of moon or stars he takes no heed; Idiot Boy 'Tis he whom you so long have lost, Idiot Boy He whom you love, your idiot boy. Idiot Boy I cannot tell; but while he laughs, Idiot Boy But he is milder far than she, Idiot Boy No doubt too he the moon had seen; Idiot Boy For in the moon light he had been Idiot Boy And thus to Betty's question, he Idiot Boy He deems their colors shall endure Near Richmond And what if he must die in sorrow! Near Richmond And he is no mean preacher; Tables Turned He travels on, and in his face, his step, Old Man Travelling With thought -- He is insensibly subdued Old Man Travelling To settled quiet: he is one by whom Old Man Travelling He hath no need. He is by nature led Old Man Travelling He hath no need. He is by nature led Old Man Travelling -- I asked him whither he was bound, and what Old Man Travelling The object of his journey; he replied Old Man Travelling On me how strangely did he look! Forsaken Indian -- As if he strove to be a man, Forsaken Indian That he might pull the sledge for me. Forsaken Indian And then he stretched his arms, how wild! Forsaken Indian And he has stolen away my food. Forsaken Indian But now he half-raises his deep-sunken eye, Convict Flying from something that he dreads, than one Tintern Abbey Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then Tintern Abbey
