HEART-SICK..........1 To loathsome vaults, where heart-sick anguish toss'd, Female Vagrant
HEARTH..............1 The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel, Female Vagrant
HEARTLESS...........1 Too soon my heartless spirit failed; Forsaken Indian
HEARTS..............3 Some silent laws our hearts may make, Lines near my House -- I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds Simon Lee Our minds and hearts to bless -- Tables Turned
HEATH...............2 And heath, and thistle, thinly sprinkled o'er, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite This scrap of land he from the heath Simon Lee
HEAV'D..............1 Heav'd upon Tamaha's stream; Lewti
HEAV'NLY............1 Your movements to some heav'nly tune! Lewti
HEAVE...............5 Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs Nightingale As those two swans together heave Lewti Her bosom heave, and heave for me! Lewti Her bosom heave, and heave for me! Lewti When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape, Female Vagrant
HEAVED..............1 The earth heaved under them with such a groan, Foster-Mother
HEAVEN.............11 I look'd to Heaven, and try'd to pray; Ancyent Marinere IV She sent the gentle sleep from heaven Ancyent Marinere V Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy Ancyent Marinere VI 'Tis more like heaven to come than what has been. Foster-Mother It is a father's tale. But if that Heaven Nightingale And on the gliding vessel Heaven and Ocean smiled. Female Vagrant "If they are two in Heaven?" We Are Seven "Their spirits are in heaven!" We Are Seven "As sure as there's a moon in heaven," Idiot Boy "As sure as there's a moon in heaven." Idiot Boy The moon's in heaven, as Betty sees, Idiot Boy
HEAVEN'S............1 (Heaven's mother send us grace) Ancyent Marinere III
HEAVENLY............2 It was a heavenly sight: Ancyent Marinere VI A heavenly silence did the waves invest; Female Vagrant
HEAVENS.............1 That makes the heavens be mute. Ancyent Marinere V
HEAVILY.............1 You travel heavily and slow: Forsaken Indian
HEAVING.............1 Heaving lovely to the sight, Lewti
HEAVY...............5 With heavy thump, a lifeless lump Ancyent Marinere III "When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow, Ancyent Marinere VII And hung with heavy tufts of moss, The Thorn With heavy tufts of moss, that strive The Thorn In which the heavy and the weary weight Tintern Abbey
HEDGE...............3 Than an old hedge to Goody Blake? Goody Blake To seek the hedge of Harry Gill. Goody Blake She's at the hedge of Harry Gill. Goody Blake
HEDGE-ROW...........1 The little hedge-row birds, Old Man Travelling
HEDGE-ROWS..........2 These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Tintern Abbey These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Tintern Abbey
HEED................1 Of moon or stars he takes no heed; Idiot Boy
HEEDLESS............2 Hush! my heedless feet from under Lewti But, heedless of the following gloom, Near Richmond
HEELS...............3 Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war, Female Vagrant For joy his head and heels are idle, Idiot Boy Perhaps, with head and heels on fire, Idiot Boy
HEIGHT..............2 Just half a foot in height. The Thorn I climbed the mountain's height: The Thorn
HELD................6 They held them strait and tight; Ancyent Marinere VI And by the arm he held her fast, Goody Blake While Harry held her by the arm -- Goody Blake And held such intermitted talk Anecdote for Fathers I said, and held him by the arm, Anecdote for Fathers While still I held him by the arm, Anecdote for Fathers
HELL................2 An orphan's curse would drag to Hell Ancyent Marinere IV And Fire from Hell reared his gigantic shape, Female Vagrant
HELLISH.............1 And I had done an hellish thing Ancyent Marinere II
HELMSMAN............2 The Helmsman steer'd us thro'. Ancyent Marinere I The helmsman steer'd, the ship mov'd on; Ancyent Marinere V
HELP................4 Small help, and after marriage such as mine, Female Vagrant I'll give you the best help I can: The Thorn No hand to help them in distress Idiot Boy There's none to help poor Susan Gale, Idiot Boy
HELPLESS............1 Helpless as sailor cast on desart rock; Female Vagrant
HEM.................1 "My 'kerchief there I hem; We Are Seven
HEN'S...............1 My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied; Female Vagrant
HENCE...............1 "Now get thee hence, thou grey-beard Loon! Ancyent Marinere I
HENCEFORTH..........1 Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know, that pride, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
HER...............138 Nodding their heads before her goes Ancyent Marinere I Are those her sails that glance in the Sun Ancyent Marinere III Are th[e]se her naked ribs, which fleck'd Ancyent Marinere III That woman and her fleshless Pheere? Ancyent Marinere III Her lips are red, her looks are free, Ancyent Marinere III Her lips are red, her looks are free, Ancyent Marinere III Her locks are yellow as gold: Ancyent Marinere III Her skin is white as leprosy, Ancyent Marinere III Her flesh makes the still air cold. Ancyent Marinere III Her beams bemock'd the sultry main Ancyent Marinere IV Had fix'd her to the ocean: Ancyent Marinere V Backwards and forwards half her length Ancyent Marinere V Lights up her love-torch. Nightingale Who dwelleth in her hospitable home Nightingale Gleaning thro' her sable hair. Lewti When silent night has clos'd her eyes -- Lewti The Nightingale sings o'er her head; Lewti Then should I view her bosom white, Lewti Her bosom heave, and heave for me! Lewti (The Woman thus her artless story told) Female Vagrant And her whom he had loved in joy, he said Female Vagrant As if because her tale was at an end Female Vagrant Of that perpetual weight which on her spirit lay. Female Vagrant And any man who pass'd her door, Goody Blake All day she spun in her poor dwelling, Goody Blake And then her three hours' work at night! Goody Blake Her hut was on a clod hill-side, Goody Blake Then at her door the canty dame Goody Blake Oh! then how her old bones would shake! Goody Blake You would have said, if you had met her, Goody Blake Her evenings then were dull and dead; Goody Blake Oh joy for her! when e'er in winter Goody Blake As every man who knew her says, Goody Blake Enough to warm her for three days. Goody Blake And made her poor old bones to ache, Goody Blake When her old bones were cold and chill, Goody Blake She left her fire, or left her bed, Goody Blake She left her fire, or left her bed, Goody Blake And he on her would vengeance take. Goody Blake Right glad was he when he beheld her: Goody Blake Till she had filled her apron full. Goody Blake When with her load she turned about, 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 Her bundle from her lap let fall; Goody Blake Her bundle from her lap let fall; Goody Blake She pray'd, her wither'd hand uprearing, Goody Blake While Harry held her by the arm -- Goody Blake The cold, cold moon above her head, Goody Blake Thus on her knees did Goody pray, Goody Blake Her hair was thick with many a curl We Are Seven That cluster'd round her head. We Are Seven Her eyes were fair, and very fair, We Are Seven -- Her beauty made me glad. We Are Seven "Till God released her of her pain, We Are Seven "Till God released her of her pain, We Are Seven "Together round her grave we played, We Are Seven "And he lies by her side." We Are Seven The little Maid would have her will, We Are Seven To her fair works did nature link Lines in Early Spring Pass by her door -- tis seldom shut -- The Thorn And if you see her in her hut, The Thorn And if you see her in her hut, The Thorn You something of her tale may trace. The Thorn Since she (her name is Martha Ray) The Thorn Her company to Stephen Hill; The Thorn Into her bones was sent: The Thorn It dried her body like a cinder, The Thorn And almost turn'd her brain to tinder. The Thorn 'Tis said, a child was in her womb, The Thorn From her exceeding pain. The Thorn That in her womb the infant wrought The Thorn Her senses back again: The Thorn And when at last, her time drew near, The Thorn Her looks were calm, her senses clear. The Thorn Her looks were calm, her senses clear. The Thorn I did not speak -- I saw her face, The Thorn Her face it was enough for me; The Thorn I turned about and heard her cry, The Thorn She shudders and you hear her cry, The Thorn "And what's the hill of moss to her? The Thorn She hanged her baby on the tree, The Thorn That I have heard her cry, The Thorn And other sheep from her I raised, Last of the Flock Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, Mad Mother Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, Mad Mother The sun has burnt her coal-black hair, Mad Mother Her eye-brows have a rusty stain, Mad Mother She has a baby on her arm, Mad Mother Him whom she loves, her idiot boy? Idiot Boy But Betty's bent on her intent, Idiot Boy For her good neighbour, Susan Gale, Idiot Boy As if her very life would fail. Idiot Boy Her pony, that is mild and good, Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy. Idiot Boy The boy who is her best delight, Idiot Boy On which her idiot boy must ride, Idiot Boy How quietly her Johnny goes. Idiot Boy The silence of her idiot boy, Idiot Boy Is in the middle of her story, Idiot Boy Her life and soul were buried. Idiot Boy You plainly in her face may read it, Idiot Boy And to the road she turns her ears, Idiot Boy And now the thought torments her sore, Idiot Boy Poor Betty! it would ease her pain Idiot Boy No wonder if her senses fail, Idiot Boy This piteous news so much it shock'd her, Idiot Boy Her thoughts are bent on deadly sin; Idiot Boy And now she sits her down and weeps; Idiot Boy A thought is come into her head; Idiot Boy The last of all her thoughts would be, Idiot Boy She hardly can sustain her fears; Idiot Boy And cannot find her idiot boy. Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy. Idiot Boy She looks again -- her arms are up -- Idiot Boy And fast she holds her idiot boy. Idiot Boy To hear again her idiot boy. Idiot Boy And almost stifled with her bliss, Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy, Idiot Boy Her limbs are all alive with joy. Idiot Boy So pale you scarcely looked at her: Idiot Boy The pony, Betty, and her boy, 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 Her body it grew better. Idiot Boy On all sides doubts and terrors met her; Idiot Boy And while her mind was fighting thus, Idiot Boy Her body still grew better. Idiot Boy Did Susan rise up from her bed, Idiot Boy She spies her friends, she shouts a greeting; Idiot Boy The boat her silent path pursues! Near Richmond "As if you were her first-born birth, Expostulation And conscience her tortures appease, Convict "At thy name though compassion her nature resign, Convict The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Tintern Abbey The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Tintern Abbey
