HE'D................1
   And oft from his warm fire he'd go,                      Goody Blake


HE'LL...............4
   He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away                   Ancyent Marinere VI
   He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away                   Ancyent Marinere VI
   Cries Betty, "he'll be back again;                       Idiot Boy
   And so he'll gallop on for aye,                          Idiot Boy


HE'S...............13
   -- He hears a noise -- he's all awake --                 Goody Blake
   But others say he's eighty.                              Simon Lee
   And now he's forced to work, though weak,                Simon Lee
   He's idle all for very joy.                              Idiot Boy
   He's at the guide-post -- he turns right,                Idiot Boy
   She watches till he's out of sight,                      Idiot Boy
   "Perhaps he's climbed into an oak,                       Idiot Boy
   "Or in the castle he's pursuing,                         Idiot Boy
   "He's not as wise as some folks be,"                     Idiot Boy
   "Perhaps he's gone along the dell,                       Idiot Boy
   Perhaps he's turned himself about,                       Idiot Boy
   And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,                    Idiot Boy
   He's galloping away, away,                               Idiot Boy


HEAD...............26
   Ne dim ne red, like God's own head,                      Ancyent Marinere II
   It flung the blood into my head,                         Ancyent Marinere V
   And turns no more his head:                              Ancyent Marinere VI
   I turn'd my head in fear and dread,                      Ancyent Marinere VI
   I pray'd and turn'd my head away                         Ancyent Marinere VI
   My head was turn'd perforce away                         Ancyent Marinere VI
   And lifting up his head, he then would gaze              Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing head.             Nightingale
   The Nightingale sings o'er her head;                     Lewti
   The cold, cold moon above her head,                      Goody Blake
   Hung down his head, nor made reply;                      Anecdote for Fathers
   His head he raised -- there was in sight,                Anecdote for Fathers
   That cluster'd round her head.                           We Are Seven
   Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,                     Mad Mother
   And in my head a dull, dull pain;                        Mad Mother
   Both with his head, and with his hand,                   Idiot Boy
   For joy his head and heels are idle,                     Idiot Boy
   The moon that shines above his head                      Idiot Boy
   A thought is come into her head;                         Idiot Boy
   Perhaps, with head and heels on fire,                    Idiot Boy
   And now she's at the pony's head,                        Idiot Boy
   And gently turned the pony's head                        Idiot Boy
   The sun above the mountain's head,                       Tables Turned
   Oh wind that o'er my head art flying,                    Forsaken Indian
   His black matted head on his shoulder is bent,           Convict
   And quietness pillow his head.                           Convict


HEAD-FOREMOST.......1
   Head-foremost, through the driving rain,                 The Thorn


HEADLONG............1
   Which thunders down with headlong force,                 Idiot Boy


HEADS...............3
   Nodding their heads before her goes                      Ancyent Marinere I
   Right on their heads. My Lord was sorely frightened;     Foster-Mother
   The pains and plagues that on our heads came down,       Female Vagrant


HEAL................1
   And tears that flowed for ills which patience could not heal. Female Vagrant


HEALED..............1
   His angry spirit healed and harmonized                   Dungeon


HEALEST.............1
   Healest thy wandering and distempered child:             Dungeon


HEALING.............1
   Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts        Tintern Abbey


HEALTH..............1
   Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,                   Tables Turned


HEALTHY.............3
   A healthy man, a man full grown,                         Last of the Flock
   As healthy sheep as you might see,                       Last of the Flock
   And they were healthy with their food;                   Last of the Flock


HEAP................4
   A beauteous heap, a hill of moss,                        The Thorn
   This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss,                  The Thorn
   For oft there sits, between the heap                     The Thorn
   The heap that's like an infant grave,                    The Thorn


HEAPS...............1
   Where looks inhuman dwelt on festering heaps!            Female Vagrant


HEAR...............16
   "May'st hear the merry din.                              Ancyent Marinere I
   He cannot chuse but hear:                                Ancyent Marinere I
   Yet he cannot chuse but hear:                            Ancyent Marinere I
   I know the man that must hear me;                        Ancyent Marinere VII
   Can no one hear? It is a perilous tale!                  Foster-Mother
   But hear no murmuring: it flows silently                 Nightingale
   It would thy brain unsettle even to hear.                Female Vagrant
   She shudders and you hear her cry,                       The Thorn
   And Betty listens, glad to hear it.                      Idiot Boy
   She listens, but she cannot hear                         Idiot Boy
   The grass you almost hear it growing,                    Idiot Boy
   You hear it now if e'er you can.                         Idiot Boy
   To hear again her idiot boy.                             Idiot Boy
   Come, hear the woodland linnet,                          Tables Turned
   Of five long winters! and again I hear                   Tintern Abbey
   If I should be, where I no more can hear                 Tintern Abbey