INCESSANT...........1 Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder-stroke Female Vagrant
INCLINE.............1 With little kindness would to me incline. Female Vagrant
INCLINED............1 To wicked deeds I was inclined, Last of the Flock
INCURRED............1 By fever, from polluted air incurred, Female Vagrant
INDEED..............2 O dream of joy! is this indeed Ancyent Marinere VI I'd die indeed, if I might see Lewti
INDENTURES..........1 These fourteen years, by strong indentures; Idiot Boy
INDIAN..............1 I'll build an Indian bower; I know Mad Mother
INFANCY.............1 Is in its infancy. The man, whose eye Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
INFANT..............3 The heap that's like an infant grave, The Thorn That in her womb the infant wrought The Thorn But kill a new-born infant thus! The Thorn
INFANT'S............5 Had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream) Nightingale An infant's grave was half so fair. The Thorn That's like an infant's grave in size, The Thorn With drops of that poor infant's blood; The Thorn And for the little infant's bones The Thorn
INFANTS.............1 Three lovely infants lay upon my breast; Female Vagrant
INFLUENCE...........1 As may have had no trivial influence Tintern Abbey
INFLUENCES..........1 Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Dungeon
INFLUXES............1 By sun or moonlight, to the influxes Nightingale
INFORM..............1 From joy to joy: for she can so inform Tintern Abbey
INHABITS............1 Which the great lord inhabits not: and so Nightingale
INHUMAN.............1 Where looks inhuman dwelt on festering heaps! Female Vagrant
INJURIES............1 To cruel injuries he became a prey, Female Vagrant
INLAND..............1 With a sweet inland murmur.[4] Tintern Abbey
INNER...............1 Is, that I have my inner self abused, Female Vagrant
INNOCENT............1 Most innocent, perhaps -- and what if guilty? Dungeon
INSENSIBLY..........1 With thought -- He is insensibly subdued Old Man Travelling
INSTEAD.............2 Instead of the Cross the Albatross Ancyent Marinere II Instead of jutting crag, I found The Thorn
INSTRUCTED..........1 Instructed that true knowledge leads to love, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
INSTRUMENTS.........1 And now 'twas like all instruments, Ancyent Marinere V
INTELLECT...........1 Our meddling intellect Tables Turned
INTENT..............3 With plain and manifest intent, The Thorn But Betty's bent on her intent, Idiot Boy And with steadfast dejection his eyes are intent Convict
INTERCOURSE.........1 The dreary intercourse of daily life, Tintern Abbey
INTEREST............1 By thought supplied, or any interest Tintern Abbey
INTERFUSED..........1 Of something far more deeply interfused, Tintern Abbey
INTERMITTED.........1 And held such intermitted talk Anecdote for Fathers
INTERRUPTION........1 Dizzy my brain, with interruption short Female Vagrant
INTO...............25 Went down into the Sea. Ancyent Marinere I The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall, Ancyent Marinere I Went down into the Sea. Ancyent Marinere II Into that silent Sea. Ancyent Marinere II Like lead into the sea. Ancyent Marinere IV That slid into my soul. Ancyent Marinere V The upper air bursts into life, Ancyent Marinere V It flung the blood into my head, Ancyent Marinere V And I fell into a swound. Ancyent Marinere V And cast into that hole. My husband's father Foster-Mother They plunge into the gentle river: Lewti Till all his substance fell into decay. Female Vagrant The tears into his eyes were brought, Simon Lee Into her bones was sent: The Thorn But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, Dungeon And far into the moonlight dale, Idiot Boy And far into the moonlight dale; Idiot Boy "Perhaps he's climbed into an oak, Idiot Boy And now she's got into the town, Idiot Boy A thought is come into her head; Idiot Boy Oh could I put it into rhyme, Idiot Boy Come forth into the light of things, Tables Turned And passing even into my purer mind Tintern Abbey We see into the life of things. Tintern Abbey Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind Tintern Abbey
INTRUDER............1 "Poor victim! no idle intruder has stood Convict
INVEST..............1 A heavenly silence did the waves invest; Female Vagrant
INWARD..............3 Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye Foster-Mother Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite In most distressful mood (some inward pain Nightingale
IRE.................1 My watchful dog, whose starts of furious ire, Female Vagrant
IS................168 It is an ancyent Marinere, Ancyent Marinere I "The Guests are met, the Feast is set, -- Ancyent Marinere I Red as a rose is she; Ancyent Marinere I Her skin is white as leprosy, Ancyent Marinere III And she is far liker Death than he; Ancyent Marinere III "The Game is done! I've won, I've won!" Ancyent Marinere III "As is the ribb'd Sea-sand. Ancyent Marinere IV Is the curse in a dead man's eye! Ancyent Marinere IV O sleep, it is a gentle thing Ancyent Marinere V And the Moon is at its edge. Ancyent Marinere V Hark! hark! the thick black cloud is cleft, Ancyent Marinere V And the Moon is at its side: Ancyent Marinere V And now it is like an angel's song Ancyent Marinere V "Is it he? quoth one, "Is this the man? Ancyent Marinere V "Is it he? quoth one, "Is this the man? Ancyent Marinere V "What is the Ocean doing? Ancyent Marinere VI "Up to the moon is cast -- Ancyent Marinere VI "The air is cut away before, Ancyent Marinere VI "When the Marinere's trance is abated. Ancyent Marinere VI O dream of joy! is this indeed Ancyent Marinere VI Is this the Hill? Is this the Kirk? Ancyent Marinere VI Is this the Hill? Is this the Kirk? Ancyent Marinere VI Is this mine own countrée? Ancyent Marinere VI It is the Hermit good! Ancyent Marinere VI It is the moss, that wholly hides Ancyent Marinere VII "Why, this is strange, I trow! Ancyent Marinere VII "When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow, Ancyent Marinere VII The Marinere, whose eye is bright, Ancyent Marinere VII Whose beard with age is hoar, Ancyent Marinere VII Is gone; and now the wedding-guest Ancyent Marinere VII And is of sense forlorn: Ancyent Marinere VII Can no one hear? It is a perilous tale! Foster-Mother Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Is in its infancy. The man, whose eye Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Is ever on himself, doth look on one, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still, Nightingale In nature there is nothing melancholy. Nightingale This grove is wild with tangling underwood, Nightingale It is a father's tale. But if that Heaven Nightingale Depart; for LEWTI is not kind. Lewti Depart; for Lewti is not kind. Lewti It is a breezy jasmin bow'r, Lewti All that is dear in being! better far Female Vagrant My heart is touched to think that men like these, Female Vagrant Is, that I have my inner self abused, Female Vagrant To God that is the judge of all. Goody Blake "Poor Harry Gill is very cold." Goody Blake It is the first mild day of March: Lines near my House There is a blessing in the air, Lines near my House Now that our morning meal is done, Lines near my House From heart to heart is stealing, Lines near my House -- It is the hour of feeling. Lines near my House He says he is three score and ten, Simon Lee At once that he is poor. Simon Lee His cheek is like a cherry. Simon Lee He is the sole survivor. Simon Lee And he is lean and he is sick, Simon Lee And he is lean and he is sick, Simon Lee Is stouter of the two. Simon Lee What more I have to say is short, Simon Lee It is no tale; but should you think, Simon Lee His face is fair and fresh to see; Anecdote for Fathers "And so is Liswyn farm. Anecdote for Fathers "Why this is strange," said I. Anecdote for Fathers "When it is light and fair, We Are Seven There is a thorn; it looks so old, The Thorn It is a mass of knotted joints, The Thorn With lichens it is overgrown. The Thorn Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown The Thorn There is a fresh and lovely sight, The Thorn And mossy network too is there, The Thorn So deep is their vermilion dye. The Thorn "Oh woe is me! oh misery!" The Thorn And she is known to every star, The Thorn Or frosty air is keen and still, The Thorn "Oh woe is me! oh misery!" The Thorn "Or frosty air is keen and still, The Thorn Approach the spot when she is there. The Thorn "Whatever star is in the skies, The Thorn Which is a little step beyond, The Thorn Since she (her name is Martha Ray) The Thorn I will be sworn is true. The Thorn Which is a little step beyond, The Thorn I've heard the scarlet moss is red The Thorn The little babe is buried there, The Thorn But plain it is, the thorn is bound The Thorn But plain it is, the thorn is bound The Thorn "O woe is me! oh misery!" The Thorn He is the last of all my flock. Last of the Flock Is all that is alive: Last of the Flock Is all that is alive: Last of the Flock They cried, "what to the poor is due?" Last of the Flock It is the last of all my flock." Last of the Flock This is the process of our love and wisdom, Dungeon Is this the only cure? Merciful God! Dungeon And this is their best cure! uncomforted Dungeon Her eyes are wild, her head is bare, Mad Mother But nay, my heart is far too glad; Mad Mother The breeze I see is in the tree; Mad Mother My beauty, little child, is flown; Mad Mother But he, poor man! is wretched made, Mad Mother The moon is up -- the sky is blue, Idiot Boy The moon is up -- the sky is blue, Idiot Boy Till she is tired, let Betty Foy Idiot Boy Is sick, and makes a piteous moan, Idiot Boy Her pony, that is mild and good, Idiot Boy An he is all in traveling trim, Idiot Boy There is no need of boot or spur, Idiot Boy There is no need of whip or wand, Idiot Boy The boy who is her best delight, Idiot Boy And now that Johnny is just going, Idiot Boy Is not more still and mute than he. Idiot Boy But then he is a horse that thinks! Idiot Boy And when he thinks his pace is slack; Idiot Boy Is in the middle of her story, Idiot Boy The clock is on the stroke of twelve, Idiot Boy And Johnny is not yet in sight, Idiot Boy But Betty is not quite at ease; Idiot Boy But now that time is gone and past. Idiot Boy "How can it be he is so late? Idiot Boy The clock is on the stroke of one; Idiot Boy "If he is hurt in life or limb" -- Idiot Boy "Oh saints! what is become of him? Idiot Boy "Where he will stay till he is dead; Idiot Boy Is silent as the skies. Idiot Boy "O woe is me! O woe is me! Idiot Boy "O woe is me! O woe is me! Idiot Boy "But he is neither far nor near, Idiot Boy A thought is come into her head; Idiot Boy "The pony he is mild and good, Idiot Boy Oh gentle muses! Is this kind? Idiot Boy Where is she, where is Betty Foy? Idiot Boy Where is she, where is Betty Foy? Idiot Boy It is no goblin, 'tis no ghost, Idiot Boy She is uneasy every where: Idiot Boy But he is milder far than she, Idiot Boy "You've done your best, and that is all." Idiot Boy And who is she, be-times abroad, Idiot Boy Who is it, but old Susan Gale? Idiot Boy "Alas! what is become of them? Idiot Boy And to the wood at length is come, Idiot Boy Oh me! it is a merry meeting, Idiot Boy And he is no mean preacher; Tables Turned Sweet is the lore which nature brings; Tables Turned His gait, is one expression; every limb, Old Man Travelling With thought -- He is insensibly subdued Old Man Travelling To settled quiet: he is one by whom Old Man Travelling He hath no need. He is by nature led Old Man Travelling "And there is dying in an hospital." Old Man Travelling My fire is dead: it knew no pain; Forsaken Indian Yet it is dead, and I remain. Forsaken Indian My fire is dead, and snowy white Forsaken Indian To the cell where the convict is laid. Convict His black matted head on his shoulder is bent, Convict And deep is the sigh of his breath, Convict His bones are consumed, and his life-blood is dried, Convict To his chamber the monarch is led, Convict "But one, whose first wish is the wish to be good, Convict "Is come as a brother thy sorrows to share. Convict The day is come when I again repose Tintern Abbey As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: Tintern Abbey Is lighten'd -- that serene and blessed mood, Tintern Abbey That in this moment there is life and food Tintern Abbey Unborrowed from the eye. -- That time is past, Tintern Abbey Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, Tintern Abbey The mind that is within us, so impress Tintern Abbey Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all Tintern Abbey Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon Tintern Abbey
