ANEAR...............1 It did not come anear; Ancyent Marinere V
ANEW................1 The bodies rose anew: Ancyent Marinere VI
ANGEL'S.............1 And now it is like an angel's song Ancyent Marinere V
ANGELS..............1 Poor old Leoni! -- Angels rest his soul! Foster-Mother
ANGRY...............1 His angry spirit healed and harmonized Dungeon
ANGUISH.............3 That anguish comes and makes me tell Ancyent Marinere VII Untaught that soon such anguish must ensue, Female Vagrant To loathsome vaults, where heart-sick anguish toss'd, Female Vagrant
ANIMAL..............1 And their glad animal movements all gone by,) Tintern Abbey
ANON................1 "Susan! they'll both be here anon." Idiot Boy
ANOTHER............15 For never could I hope to meet with such another. Female Vagrant I seemed transported to another world: -- Female Vagrant So passed another day, and so the third: Female Vagrant Another was on Thursday brought, Goody Blake But Stephen to another maid The Thorn Had sworn another oath; The Thorn Another still! and still another! Last of the Flock Another still! and still another! Last of the Flock Before I see another day, Forsaken Indian Before I see another day, Forsaken Indian Another day, a single one! Forsaken Indian My child! they gave thee to another, Forsaken Indian I shall not see another sun, Forsaken Indian I shall not see another day. Forsaken Indian To them I may have owed another gift, Tintern Abbey
ANSWER..............3 They answer and provoke each other's songs -- Nightingale To this did Johnny answer make, Idiot Boy Made answer, like a traveller bold, Idiot Boy
ANSWER'D............1 "And they answer'd not our cheer. Ancyent Marinere VII
ANSWERED............2 She answered, "Seven are we, We Are Seven -- Thus answered Johnny in his glory, Idiot Boy
ANY................17 Ne any day for food or play Ancyent Marinere II Ne any drop to drink. Ancyent Marinere II Up a great river, great as any sea, Foster-Mother For any living thing, hath faculties Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Unseen, unheard, unwatched by any star; Female Vagrant Nor dared my hand at any door to knock. Female Vagrant And any man who pass'd her door, Goody Blake Would sit, as any linnet gay. Goody Blake Could any thing be more alluring, Goody Blake No word to any man he utters, Goody Blake But never, never any where, The Thorn As now to any eye was plain; The Thorn I cannot work thee any woe. Mad Mother As loud as any mill, or near it, Idiot Boy To any that might need it. Idiot Boy If they have any life or no. Forsaken Indian By thought supplied, or any interest Tintern Abbey
APPEAR..............2 And I saw a boat appear. Ancyent Marinere VI Appear along the moonlight road Idiot Boy
APPEARED............2 The world, and man himself, appeared a scene Yew-Tree near Esthwaite When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape, Female Vagrant
APPEASE.............1 And conscience her tortures appease, Convict
APPETITE............1 An appetite: a feeling and a love, Tintern Abbey
APPROACH............1 Approach the spot when she is there. The Thorn
APRIL...............1 As he were fearful, that an April night Nightingale
APRON...............1 Till she had filled her apron full. Goody Blake
ARE................72 The bridegroom's doors are open'd wide Ancyent Marinere I "The Guests are met, the Feast is set, -- 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 And are th[e]se two all, all the crew, 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 To and fro are hurried about; Ancyent Marinere V Sometimes all little birds that are Ancyent Marinere V "Where are those lights so many and fair Ancyent Marinere VII "How thin they are and sere! Ancyent Marinere VII The Wedding-guests are there; Ancyent Marinere VII And Bride-maids singing are: Ancyent Marinere VII And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Nightingale Whose dewy leafits are but half disclos'd, Nightingale Its hues are dim, its hues are grey -- Lewti Its hues are dim, its hues are grey -- Lewti Yet fair withal, as spirits are. Lewti Or in the streets and walks where proud men are, Female Vagrant And kindred of dead husband are at best Female Vagrant And in that country coals are dear, Goody Blake Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead; Simon Lee His ancles they are swoln and thick; Simon Lee His legs are thin and dry. Simon Lee For when the chiming hounds are out, Simon Lee Are poorest of the poor. Simon Lee His limbs are cast in beauty's mould, Anecdote for Fathers As we are wont to do. Anecdote for Fathers For here are woods and green-hills warm; Anecdote for Fathers "And where are they, I pray you tell?" We Are Seven She answered, "Seven are we, We Are Seven "And two are gone to sea. We Are Seven "And two are gone to sea, We Are Seven "Yet you are seven; I pray you tell We Are Seven "Seven boys and girls are we; We Are Seven "Your limbs they are alive; We Are Seven "If two are in the church-yard laid, We Are Seven "Then ye are only five." We Are Seven "Their graves are green, they may be seen," We Are Seven "And they are side by side. We Are Seven "How many are you then," said I, We Are Seven "If they are two in Heaven?" We Are Seven "O master! we are seven." We Are Seven "But they are dead; those two are dead! We Are Seven "But they are dead; those two are dead! We Are Seven "Their spirits are in heaven!" We Are Seven And said, Nay, we are seven!" We Are Seven Ah me! what lovely tints are there! The Thorn Perhaps when you are at the place The Thorn Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, Mad Mother My little babe! thy lips are still, Mad Mother What wicked looks are those I see? Mad Mother Why are you in this mighty fret? Idiot Boy And sorely puzzled are the twain, Idiot Boy For joy his head and heels are idle, Idiot Boy The streams with softest sound are flowing, Idiot Boy Are shouting to each other still: Idiot Boy Her thoughts are bent on deadly sin; Idiot Boy What Johnny and his horse are doing! Idiot Boy The cliffs and peaks so high that are, Idiot Boy She looks again -- her arms are up -- Idiot Boy Her limbs are all alive with joy. Idiot Boy As thy deep waters now are flowing. Near Richmond "Where are your books? that light bequeath'd Expostulation "Nor less I deem that there are powers, Expostulation And yet they are upon my eyes, Forsaken Indian And they are dead, and I will die. Forsaken Indian And with steadfast dejection his eyes are intent Convict His bones are consumed, and his life-blood is dried, Convict Almost suspended, we are laid asleep Tintern Abbey And all its aching joys are now no more, Tintern Abbey
