HORSE'S.............1 His face unto his horse's tail, Idiot Boy
HORSEBACK...........1 And why on horseback have you set Idiot Boy
HORSEMAN-GHOST......1 All like a silent horseman-ghost, Idiot Boy
HORSEMANSHIP........1 And all his skill in horsemanship, Idiot Boy
HORSES..............1 Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead; Simon Lee
HOSPITABLE..........1 Who dwelleth in her hospitable home Nightingale
HOSPITAL............2 And thence was borne away to neighboring hospital. Female Vagrant "And there is dying in an hospital." Old Man Travelling
HOST................1 The mine's dire earthquake, and the pallid host Female Vagrant
HOT.................2 All in a hot and copper sky Ancyent Marinere II In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still Nightingale
HOUNDS..............1 For when the chiming hounds are out, Simon Lee
HOUR................9 Since then at an uncertain hour Ancyent Marinere VII Fixing his downward eye, he many an hour Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Can I forget that miserable hour, Female Vagrant The very ocean has its hour of rest, Female Vagrant -- It is the hour of feeling. Lines near my House And savage faces, at the clanking hour[,] Dungeon And Betty, half an hour ago, Idiot Boy To look on nature, not as in the hour Tintern Abbey
HOURS...............2 Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit. Female Vagrant In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Tintern Abbey
HOURS'..............1 And then her three hours' work at night! Goody Blake
HOUSE...............4 For books in every neighboring house I sought, Female Vagrant No joy to see a neighboring house, or stray Female Vagrant Our quiet house all full in view, Anecdote for Fathers There's not a house within a mile, Idiot Boy
HOUSE-DOG'S.........1 To charm the surly house-dog's faithful bark, Female Vagrant
HOUSE-TOP...........1 Upon the house-top, glittering bright, Anecdote for Fathers
HOUSELESS...........1 Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Tintern Abbey
HOUSES..............1 At houses, men, and common light, amazed. Female Vagrant
HOW................50 How fast she neres and neres! Ancyent Marinere III How frightful it would be! Ancyent Marinere V How they seem'd to fill the sea and air Ancyent Marinere V How long in that same fit I lay, Ancyent Marinere V "See, brother, see! how graciously Ancyent Marinere VI How loudly his sweet voice he rears! Ancyent Marinere VII "How thin they are and sere! Ancyent Marinere VII "The devil knows how to row." Ancyent Marinere VII All you had learnt in the day; and how to talk Foster-Mother How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah, Foster-Mother On the more distant scene; how lovely 'tis Yew-Tree near Esthwaite How he would place his hand beside his ear, Nightingale How mournfully it seems to fly, Lewti Ah! little marked, how fast they rolled away: Female Vagrant Ah! how unlike those late terrific sleeps! Female Vagrant How dismal tolled; that night, the city clock! Female Vagrant How kindly did they paint their vagrant ease! Female Vagrant Might see how poor a hut she had. Goody Blake Oh! then how her old bones would shake! Goody Blake How patiently you've waited, Simon Lee "How many may you be?" We Are Seven "How many? Seven in all," she said, We Are Seven "Sweet Maid, how this may be?" We Are Seven "How many are you then," said I, We Are Seven How it could ever have been young, The Thorn I cannot tell how this may be, The Thorn "Do this; how can we give to you," Last of the Flock How pale and wan it else would be. Mad Mother I'll teach him how the owlet sings. Mad Mother How to turn left, and how to right. Idiot Boy How to turn left, and how to right. Idiot Boy How quietly her Johnny goes. Idiot Boy "How can it be he is so late? Idiot Boy And how she ran, and how she walked, Idiot Boy And how she ran, and how she walked, Idiot Boy How rich the wave, in front, imprest Near Richmond And see how dark the backward stream! Near Richmond How bright, how solemn, how serene! Near Richmond How bright, how solemn, how serene! Near Richmond How bright, how solemn, how serene! Near Richmond How calm! how still! the only sound Near Richmond How calm! how still! the only sound Near Richmond How sweet his music; on my life Tables Turned And hark! How blithe the throstle sings! Tables Turned And Oh how grievously I rue, Forsaken Indian On me how strangely did he look! Forsaken Indian And then he stretched his arms, how wild! Forsaken Indian Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft, Tintern Abbey How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee Tintern Abbey How often has my spirit turned to thee! Tintern Abbey
