HERB................1 No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb; Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
HERE...............29 The wedding-guest here beat his breast, Ancyent Marinere I The Ice was here, the Ice was there, Ancyent Marinere I Far from all human dwelling: what if here Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Here will I weep in peace, (so fancy wrought,) Female Vagrant Here watch, of every human friend disowned, Female Vagrant "Or here at Liswyn farm?" Anecdote for Fathers "Or here at Liswyn Farm? Anecdote for Fathers "Than here at Liswyn farm." Anecdote for Fathers For here are woods and green-hills warm; Anecdote for Fathers And here it lies upon my arm, Last of the Flock But, safe as in a cradle, here Mad Mother For he was here, and only he. Mad Mother "They'll both be here, 'tis almost ten, Idiot Boy "They'll both be here before eleven." Idiot Boy Quoth Betty "he will soon be here, Idiot Boy "Susan! they'll both be here anon." Idiot Boy "I'm here, what is't you want with me?" Idiot Boy "Here will I die; here will I die; Idiot Boy "Here will I die; here will I die; Idiot Boy "I thought to find my Johnny here, Idiot Boy She's happy here, she's happy there, Idiot Boy Who, pouring here a [3]later ditty, Near Richmond " -- Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Expostulation And asks of me why I am here. Convict Here, under this dark sycamore, and view Tintern Abbey While here I stand, not only with the sense Tintern Abbey For thou art with me, here, upon the banks Tintern Abbey
HEREDITARY..........1 He loved his old hereditary nook, Female Vagrant
HERETICAL...........1 Of all the heretical and lawless talk Foster-Mother
HERMIT..............8 It is the Hermit good! Ancyent Marinere VI This Hermit good lives in that wood Ancyent Marinere VII "Strange, by my faith! the Hermit said -- Ancyent Marinere VII "Said the Hermit cheerily. Ancyent Marinere VII The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes Ancyent Marinere VII The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat, Ancyent Marinere VII The Hermit cross'd his brow -- Ancyent Marinere VII The hermit sits alone. Tintern Abbey
HERMIT'S............1 Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire Tintern Abbey
HERSELF.............7 And to herself she cries, The Thorn And to herself she cries, The Thorn Proud of herself, and proud of him, Idiot Boy And all that to herself she talked, Idiot Boy Lest she should drown herself therein. Idiot Boy To drown herself therein. Idiot Boy She turned, she toss'd herself in bed, Idiot Boy
HIDDEN..............1 A noise like of a hidden brook Ancyent Marinere V
HIDE................2 Thrice happy! That from him the grave did hide Female Vagrant As if he wished himself to hide: Last of the Flock
HIDEOUS.............1 Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl, Female Vagrant
HIDES...............1 It is the moss, that wholly hides Ancyent Marinere VII
HIES................4 Away she hies to Susan Gale: Idiot Boy Then off she hies, but with a prayer Idiot Boy And to the doctor's door she hies; Idiot Boy Then up along the town she hies, Idiot Boy
HIGH...............15 A spirit from on high: Ancyent Marinere IV Like waters shot from some high crag, Ancyent Marinere V "Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high, Ancyent Marinere VI "Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high, Ancyent Marinere VI Twas night, calm night, the moon was high; Ancyent Marinere VI The moon was high, the moonlight gleam, Lewti Thin and white and very high. Lewti High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store, Female Vagrant High on a mountain's highest ridge, The Thorn When she was on the mountain high, The Thorn The high crag cannot work me harm, Mad Mother In high and low, above, below, Idiot Boy And now she's high upon the down, Idiot Boy And now she's high upon the down, Idiot Boy The cliffs and peaks so high that are, Idiot Boy
HIGH-WAY............3 By high-way side forgetful would I sit Female Vagrant And in the broad high-way, I met; Last of the Flock Along the broad high-way he came, Last of the Flock
HIGHER..............4 Higher and Higher every day, Ancyent Marinere I Higher and Higher every day, Ancyent Marinere I Not higher than a two-year's child, The Thorn No object higher than my knee. The Thorn
