IS'T................2 What is't that ails young Harry Gill? Goody Blake "I'm here, what is't you want with me?" Idiot Boy
IT................163 It is an ancyent Marinere, Ancyent Marinere I For days and weeks it play'd us freaks -- Ancyent Marinere I And it grew wond'rous cauld: Ancyent Marinere I It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd -- Ancyent Marinere I Thorough the Fog it came; Ancyent Marinere I And an it were a Christian Soul, Ancyent Marinere I We hail'd it in God's name. Ancyent Marinere I The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms, Ancyent Marinere I And round and round it flew: Ancyent Marinere I It perch'd for vespers nine, Ancyent Marinere I And it would work 'em woe; Ancyent Marinere II At first it seem'd a little speck Ancyent Marinere III And then it seem'd a mist: Ancyent Marinere III It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last Ancyent Marinere III And still it ner'd and ner'd; Ancyent Marinere III And, an it dodged a water-sprite, Ancyent Marinere III It plung'd and tack'd and veer'd. Ancyent Marinere III And every soul it pass'd me by, Ancyent Marinere III O sleep, it is a gentle thing Ancyent Marinere V And when I awoke it rain'd. Ancyent Marinere V The roaring wind! it roar'd far off, Ancyent Marinere V It did not come anear; Ancyent Marinere V But with its sound it shook the sails Ancyent Marinere V The strong wind reach'd the ship: it roar'd Ancyent Marinere V It had been strange, even in a dream Ancyent Marinere V How frightful it would be! Ancyent Marinere V And now it is like an angel's song Ancyent Marinere V It ceas'd: yet still the sails made on Ancyent Marinere V The spirit slid: and it was He Ancyent Marinere V It flung the blood into my head, Ancyent Marinere V "Is it he? quoth one, "Is this the man? Ancyent Marinere V It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek, Ancyent Marinere VI It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek, Ancyent Marinere VI It mingled strangely with my fears, Ancyent Marinere VI Yet it felt like a welcoming. Ancyent Marinere VI On me alone it blew. Ancyent Marinere VI So smoothly it was strewn! Ancyent Marinere VI It was a heavenly sight: Ancyent Marinere VI On me alone it blew. Ancyent Marinere VI Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy Ancyent Marinere VI It is the Hermit good! Ancyent Marinere VI It is the moss, that wholly hides Ancyent Marinere VII "Unless perchance it were Ancyent Marinere VII "Dear Lord! it has a fiendish look -- Ancyent Marinere VII Under the water it rumbled on, Ancyent Marinere VII It reach'd the Ship, it split the bay; Ancyent Marinere VII It reach'd the Ship, it split the bay; Ancyent Marinere VII And then it left me free. Ancyent Marinere VII Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it, Foster-Mother Can no one hear? It is a perilous tale! Foster-Mother My husband's father told it me, Foster-Mother Beneath that tree, while yet it was a tree 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 How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah, Foster-Mother Thou seest, and he would gaze till it became Yew-Tree near Esthwaite But hear no murmuring: it flows silently Nightingale Forget it was not day! On moonlight bushes, Nightingale Full fain would it delay me! -- My dear Babe, Nightingale And bid us listen! And I deem it wise Nightingale It is a father's tale. But if that Heaven Nightingale Onward to the moon it pass'd. Lewti Still brighter and more bright it grew, Lewti Till it reach'd the moon at last. Lewti The little cloud -- it floats away, Lewti Away it goes -- away so soon! Lewti Alas! it has no pow'r to stay: Lewti Away it passes from the moon. Lewti How mournfully it seems to fly, Lewti I would, it were your true delight Lewti It is a breezy jasmin bow'r, Lewti It would thy brain unsettle even to hear. Female Vagrant Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair. Female Vagrant But ill it suited me, in journey dark Female Vagrant It would not pay for candle-light. Goody Blake Sad case it was, as you may think, Goody Blake And now and then, it must be said, Goody Blake And Harry's flesh it fell away; Goody Blake It is the first mild day of March: Lines near my House -- It is the hour of feeling. Lines near my House I hope you'll kindly take it; Simon Lee It is no tale; but should you think, Simon Lee Perhaps a tale you'll make it. Simon Lee A day it was when I could bear Anecdote for Fathers It caught his eye, he saw it plain -- Anecdote for Fathers It caught his eye, he saw it plain -- Anecdote for Fathers What should it know of death? We Are Seven "When it is light and fair, We Are Seven And much it griev'd my heart to think Lines in Early Spring Enjoys the air it breathes. Lines in Early Spring It seem'd a thrill of pleasure. Lines in Early Spring There is a thorn; it looks so old, The Thorn In truth you'd find it hard to say, The Thorn How it could ever have been young, The Thorn It looks so old and grey. The Thorn It stands erect this aged thorn; The Thorn No leaves it has, no thorny points; The Thorn It is a mass of knotted joints, The Thorn It stands erect, and like a stone The Thorn With lichens it is overgrown. The Thorn Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown The Thorn And this poor thorn they clasp it round The Thorn To drag it to the ground; The Thorn It sweeps from vale to vale; The Thorn I've measured it from side to side: The Thorn It dried her body like a cinder, The Thorn And I would tell it all to you; The Thorn And then the wind! in faith, it was The Thorn Her face it was enough for me; The Thorn Some say she drowned it in the pond, The Thorn And fix on it a steady view, The Thorn And that it looks at you; The Thorn Whene'er you look on it, 'tis plain The Thorn The grass it shook upon the ground; The Thorn But plain it is, the thorn is bound The Thorn To drag it to the ground. The Thorn Yet, so it was, a ewe I bought; Last of the Flock Year after year my stock it grew, Last of the Flock And it was fit that thence I took Last of the Flock For me it never did me good. Last of the Flock A woeful time it was for me, Last of the Flock To see it melt like snow away! Last of the Flock For me it was a woeful day. Last of the Flock It was a vein that never stopp'd, Last of the Flock For me it was a woeful day. Last of the Flock For me it was a woeful day. Last of the Flock Alas! it was an evil time; Last of the Flock My flock, it seemed to melt away. Last of the Flock And here it lies upon my arm, Last of the Flock To-day I fetched it from the rock; Last of the Flock It is the last of all my flock." Last of the Flock And it was in the English tongue. Mad Mother It came at once to do me good; Mad Mother It cools my blood; it cools my brain; Mad Mother It cools my blood; it cools my brain; Mad Mother It loosens something at my chest; Mad Mother It comes to cool my babe and me. Mad Mother How pale and wan it else would be. Mad Mother It never, never came from me: Mad Mother His heart it was so full of glee, Idiot Boy What hope it sends to Betty's heart! Idiot Boy As loud as any mill, or near it, Idiot Boy And Betty listens, glad to hear it. Idiot Boy You plainly in her face may read it, Idiot Boy To any that might need it. Idiot Boy "How can it be he is so late? Idiot Boy With, "God forbid it should be true!" Idiot Boy Poor Betty! it would ease her pain Idiot Boy This piteous news so much it shock'd her, Idiot Boy The grass you almost hear it growing, Idiot Boy You hear it now if e'er you can. Idiot Boy Oh could I put it into rhyme, Idiot Boy And in his pocket bring it home. Idiot Boy It is no goblin, 'tis no ghost, Idiot Boy Who is it, but old Susan Gale? Idiot Boy Her body it grew better. Idiot Boy Oh me! it is a merry meeting, Idiot Boy "The eye it cannot chuse but see, Expostulation There's more of wisdom in it. Tables Turned My fire is dead: it knew no pain; Forsaken Indian Yet it is dead, and I remain. Forsaken Indian The water which beside it stood; Forsaken Indian The silence of sorrow it seems to supply, Convict
