HEAR'D..............1 Agape they hear'd me call: Ancyent Marinere III
HEARD..............33 For he heard the loud bassoon. Ancyent Marinere I I heard the Lavrock sing; Ancyent Marinere V Never sadder tale was heard Ancyent Marinere V I heard and in my soul discern'd Ancyent Marinere V Eftsones I heard the dash of oars, Ancyent Marinere VI I heard the pilot's cheer: Ancyent Marinere VI I heard them coming fast: Ancyent Marinere VI I saw a third -- I heard his voice: Ancyent Marinere VI The Skiff-boat ne'rd: I heard them talk, Ancyent Marinere VII And strait a sound was heard! Ancyent Marinere VII He heard a voice distinctly; 'twas the youth's, Foster-Mother And ne'er was heard of more: but 'tis supposed, Foster-Mother Hath heard a pause of silence: till the Moon Nightingale The river-swans have heard my tread, Lewti Ravage was made, for which no knell was heard. Female Vagrant I heard my neighbors, in their beds, complain Female Vagrant Young Harry heard what she had said, Goody Blake I've heard he once was tall. Simon Lee Had heard of Simon Lee; Simon Lee -- I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds Simon Lee I heard a thousand blended notes, Lines in Early Spring I never heard of such as dare The Thorn For many a time and oft were heard The Thorn And others, I've heard many swear, The Thorn Ere I had heard of Martha's name, The Thorn I turned about and heard her cry, The Thorn I've heard the scarlet moss is red The Thorn That I have heard her cry, The Thorn The like was never heard of yet, Idiot Boy And never will be heard of more. Idiot Boy "What you have heard, what you have seen, Idiot Boy Now Johnny all night long had heard Idiot Boy In sleep I heard the northern gleams; Forsaken Indian
HEARING.............3 And in his hearing there my prayers I said: Female Vagrant "God! who art never out of hearing, Goody Blake Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes Tintern Abbey
HEARS...............4 -- He hears a noise -- he's all awake -- Goody Blake But when she hears what you have done, Idiot Boy And thence full many a sound she hears, Idiot Boy The roaring water-fall she hears, Idiot Boy
HEART..............41 Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) Ancyent Marinere III My heart as dry as dust. Ancyent Marinere IV A spring of love gusht from my heart, Ancyent Marinere IV Like music on my heart. Ancyent Marinere VI Sobbed like a child -- it almost broke his heart: Foster-Mother Went forth pure in his heart, against the taint Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain Yew-Tree near Esthwaite If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Yew-Tree near Esthwaite In lowliness of heart. Yew-Tree near Esthwaite -- But some night-wandering Man, whose heart was pierc'd Nightingale At morn my sick heart hunger scarcely stung, Female Vagrant Fretting the fever round the languid heart, Female Vagrant My heart is touched to think that men like these, Female Vagrant Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude: Female Vagrant His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow, Goody Blake From heart to heart is stealing, Lines near my House From heart to heart is stealing, Lines near my House At which his heart rejoices; Simon Lee So fast out of his heart, I thought Simon Lee Oh dearest, dearest boy! my heart Anecdote for Fathers And much it griev'd my heart to think Lines in Early Spring About its mother's heart, and brought The Thorn Like blood-drops from my heart they dropp'd. Last of the Flock His energies roll back upon his heart, Dungeon But nay, my heart is far too glad; Mad Mother Draw from my heart the pain away. Mad Mother His heart it was so full of glee, Idiot Boy What hope it sends to Betty's heart! Idiot Boy And Betty's drooping at the heart, Idiot Boy If she had the heart to knock again; Idiot Boy The image of a poet's heart, Near Richmond Such heart did once the poet bless, Near Richmond Come forth, and bring with you a heart Tables Turned With happy heart I would then die, Forsaken Indian Yet my fancy has pierced to his heart, and pourtrays Convict And terror shall leap at his heart. Convict Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart, Tintern Abbey Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, Tintern Abbey The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Tintern Abbey The language of my former heart, and read Tintern Abbey The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Tintern Abbey
