HIMSELF............10 "The spirit who 'bideth by himself Ancyent Marinere V So lonely 'twas, that God himself Ancyent Marinere VII And whistled, as he were a bird himself: Foster-Mother The world, and man himself, appeared a scene Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Is ever on himself, doth look on one, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Can still suspect, and still revere himself, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite (And so, poor Wretch! fill'd all things with himself Nightingale But ever to himself he mutters, Goody Blake As if he wished himself to hide: Last of the Flock Perhaps he's turned himself about, Idiot Boy
HINT................1 She prefaced half a hint of this Idiot Boy
HIS...............201 He holds him with his skinny hand, Ancyent Marinere I He holds him with his glittering eye -- Ancyent Marinere I The Marinere hath his will. Ancyent Marinere I The wedding-guest here beat his breast, Ancyent Marinere I The wedding-guest he beat his breast Ancyent Marinere I His bones were black with many a crack, Ancyent Marinere III And whistled thro' his bones; Ancyent Marinere III Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth Ancyent Marinere III Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth Ancyent Marinere III Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang Ancyent Marinere III And curs'd me with his ee. Ancyent Marinere III "With his cruel bow he lay'd full low Ancyent Marinere V "Who shot him with his bow." Ancyent Marinere V "Still as a Slave before his Lord, Ancyent Marinere VI "His great bright eye most silently Ancyent Marinere VI And turns no more his head: Ancyent Marinere VI This seraph-band, each waved his hand: Ancyent Marinere VI This seraph-band, each waved his hand, Ancyent Marinere VI With silent pace, each to his place, Ancyent Marinere VI I saw a third -- I heard his voice: Ancyent Marinere VI He singeth loud his godly hymns Ancyent Marinere VI How loudly his sweet voice he rears! Ancyent Marinere VII The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes Ancyent Marinere VII His eyes went to and fro, Ancyent Marinere VII The Hermit cross'd his brow -- Ancyent Marinere VII The moment that his face I see Ancyent Marinere VII While each to his great father bends, Ancyent Marinere VII Poor old Leoni! -- Angels rest his soul! Foster-Mother And all the autumn 'twas his only play Foster-Mother 'Till his brain turned -- and ere his twentieth year, Foster-Mother 'Till his brain turned -- and ere his twentieth year, Foster-Mother But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet, Foster-Mother Sobbed like a child -- it almost broke his heart: Foster-Mother His love grew desperate; and defying death, Foster-Mother His rosy face besoiled with unwiped tears. Foster-Mother In spite of his dissuasion, seized a boat, Foster-Mother Went forth pure in his heart, against the taint Yew-Tree near Esthwaite All but neglect: and so, his spirit damped Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And with the food of pride sustained his soul Yew-Tree near Esthwaite His only visitants a straggling sheep, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Fixing his downward eye, he many an hour Yew-Tree near Esthwaite An emblem of his own unfruitful life: Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And lifting up his head, he then would gaze Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Till his eye streamed with tears. In this deep vale Yew-Tree near Esthwaite He died, this seat his only monument. Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Of his own sorrows) he and such as he Nightingale When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs Nightingale Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song Nightingale Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song Nightingale And of his fame forgetful! So his fame Nightingale And of his fame forgetful! So his fame Nightingale A venerable thing! and so his song Nightingale With fast thick warble his delicious notes, Nightingale His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Nightingale His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Nightingale And to that motion tune his wanton song, Nightingale Mars all things with his imitative lisp, Nightingale How he would place his hand beside his ear, Nightingale How he would place his hand beside his ear, Nightingale His little hand, the small forefinger up, Nightingale Suspends his sobs, and laughs most silently, Nightingale While his fair eyes that swam with undropt tears Nightingale Should give me life, his childhood shall grow up Nightingale A dizzy depth below! his boat and twinkling oar. Female Vagrant And in his hearing there my prayers I said: Female Vagrant His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore Female Vagrant Through pastures not his own, the master took; Female Vagrant My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay; Female Vagrant He loved his old hereditary nook, Female Vagrant His troubles grew upon him day by day, Female Vagrant Till all his substance fell into decay. Female Vagrant His little range of water was denied; Female Vagrant All but the bed where his old body lay, Female Vagrant That on his marriage-day sweet music made? Female Vagrant Till then he hoped his bones might there be laid, Female Vagrant His father said, that to a distant town Female Vagrant Like one revived, upon his neck I wept, Female Vagrant He well could love in grief: his faith he kept; Female Vagrant Me and his children hungering in his view: Female Vagrant Me and his children hungering in his view: Female Vagrant And Fire from Hell reared his gigantic shape, Female Vagrant I lay, where with his drowsy mates, the cock Female Vagrant Rolled fast along the sky his warm and genial moon. Female Vagrant That evermore his teeth they chatter, Goody Blake He has a blanket on his back, Goody Blake His teeth they chatter, chatter still. Goody Blake His teeth they chatter, chatter still. Goody Blake His cheeks were red as ruddy clover, Goody Blake His voice was like the voice of three. Goody Blake And oft from his warm fire he'd go, Goody Blake And to the fields his road would take, Goody Blake His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow, Goody Blake His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow, Goody Blake Yet still his jaws and teeth they clatter, Goody Blake His teeth they chatter, chatter still. Goody Blake Of years he has upon his back, Simon Lee His cheek is like a cherry. Simon Lee His master's dead, and no one now Simon Lee His hunting feats have him bereft Simon Lee Of his right eye, as you may see: Simon Lee His wife, an aged woman, Simon Lee His little body's half awry Simon Lee His ancles they are swoln and thick; Simon Lee His legs are thin and dry. Simon Lee At which his heart rejoices; Simon Lee His poor old ancles swell. Simon Lee The mattock totter'd in his hand; Simon Lee So vain was his endeavour Simon Lee The tears into his eyes were brought, Simon Lee So fast out of his heart, I thought Simon Lee His face is fair and fresh to see; Anecdote for Fathers His limbs are cast in beauty's mould, Anecdote for Fathers And graceful in his rustic dress! Anecdote for Fathers Hung down his head, nor made reply; Anecdote for Fathers His head he raised -- there was in sight, Anecdote for Fathers It caught his eye, he saw it plain -- Anecdote for Fathers Then did the boy his tongue unlock, Anecdote for Fathers His cheeks with tears were wet. Last of the Flock And in his arms a lamb he had. Last of the Flock Then with his coat he made essay Last of the Flock His energies roll back upon his heart, Dungeon His energies roll back upon his heart, Dungeon Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon, Dungeon Circled with evil, till his very soul Dungeon But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, Dungeon His angry spirit healed and harmonized Dungeon If his sweet boy he could forsake, Mad Mother He lengthens out his lonely shout, Idiot Boy His lips with joy they burr at you, Idiot Boy For Johnny has his holly-bough, Idiot Boy He shakes the green bough in his hand. Idiot Boy Both with his head, and with his hand, Idiot Boy Both with his head, and with his hand, Idiot Boy And then! his words were not a few, Idiot Boy But when the pony moved his legs, Idiot Boy For joy his head and heels are idle, Idiot Boy And while the pony moves his legs, Idiot Boy The moon that shines above his head Idiot Boy His heart it was so full of glee, Idiot Boy He quite forgot his holly whip, Idiot Boy And all his skill in horsemanship, Idiot Boy She sees him in his traveling trim; Idiot Boy His steed and he right well agree, Idiot Boy That should he lose his eyes and ears, Idiot Boy And when he thinks his pace is slack; Idiot Boy Yet for his life he cannot tell Idiot Boy What he has got upon his back. Idiot Boy But neither Doctor nor his guide Idiot Boy Johnny perhaps his horse forsook, Idiot Boy There's neither Johnny nor his horse, Idiot Boy There's neither doctor nor his guide. Idiot Boy "Among the ghosts, his own undoing; Idiot Boy The pony had his share. Idiot Boy His glimmering eyes that peep and doze; Idiot Boy And one hand rubs his old night-cap. Idiot Boy "The devil take his wisdom!" said Idiot Boy What Johnny and his horse are doing! Idiot Boy He with his pony now doth roam Idiot Boy To lay his hands upon a star, Idiot Boy And in his pocket bring it home. Idiot Boy His face unto his horse's tail, Idiot Boy His face unto his horse's tail, Idiot Boy Unto his horse, that's feeding free, Idiot Boy Your pony's worth his weight in gold, Idiot Boy You hardly can perceive his joy. Idiot Boy (His very words I give to you,) Idiot Boy -- Thus answered Johnny in his glory, Idiot Boy And that was all his travel's story. Idiot Boy -- And let him nurse his fond deceit, Near Richmond May know his freezing sorrows more. Near Richmond His first sweet evening yellow. Tables Turned How sweet his music; on my life Tables Turned He travels on, and in his face, his step, Old Man Travelling He travels on, and in his face, his step, Old Man Travelling His gait, is one expression; every limb, Old Man Travelling His look and bending figure, all bespeak Old Man Travelling The object of his journey; he replied Old Man Travelling Through his whole body something ran, Forsaken Indian And then he stretched his arms, how wild! Forsaken Indian His black matted head on his shoulder is bent, Convict His black matted head on his shoulder is bent, Convict And deep is the sigh of his breath, Convict And with steadfast dejection his eyes are intent Convict That body dismiss'd from his care; Convict Yet my fancy has pierced to his heart, and pourtrays Convict His bones are consumed, and his life-blood is dried, Convict His bones are consumed, and his life-blood is dried, Convict And his crime, through the pains that o'erwhelm him, descried, Convict Still blackens and grows on his view. Convict To his chamber the monarch is led, Convict And quietness pillow his head. Convict When his fetters at night have so press'd on his limbs, Convict When his fetters at night have so press'd on his limbs, Convict If, while a half-slumber his memory bedims, Convict The wretch on his pallet should turn, Convict From the roots of his hair there shall start Convict And terror shall leap at his heart. Convict But now he half-raises his deep-sunken eye, Convict Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire Tintern Abbey His little, nameless, unremembered acts Tintern Abbey
