LIKER...............1 And she is far liker Death than he; Ancyent Marinere III
LIKEWISE............1 Went likewise, and when he returned to Spain, Foster-Mother
LILY................1 And rose and lily for the sabbath morn? Female Vagrant
LIMB................5 And who so stout of limb as he? Goody Blake For she, not over stout of limb, Simon Lee And feels its life in every limb, We Are Seven "If he is hurt in life or limb" -- Idiot Boy His gait, is one expression; every limb, Old Man Travelling
LIMBS..............11 The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Ancyent Marinere IV I mov'd and could not feel my limbs, Ancyent Marinere V They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools -- Ancyent Marinere V When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs Nightingale And then, what limbs those feats have left Simon Lee His limbs are cast in beauty's mould, Anecdote for Fathers "Your limbs they are alive; We Are Seven Her limbs are all alive with joy. Idiot Boy When you were gone my limbs were stronger, Forsaken Indian I cannot lift my limbs to know Forsaken Indian When his fetters at night have so press'd on his limbs, Convict
LINED...............1 He found a baby wrapt in mosses, lined Foster-Mother
LINES...............1 These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Tintern Abbey
LINK................2 To her fair works did nature link Lines in Early Spring On the fetters that link him to death. Convict
LINKED..............1 With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall; Female Vagrant
LINNET..............2 Would sit, as any linnet gay. Goody Blake Come, hear the woodland linnet, Tables Turned
LION................1 Bold as a lion I will be; Mad Mother
LIPS...............10 With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd Ancyent Marinere III With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd Ancyent Marinere III Her lips are red, her looks are free, Ancyent Marinere III My lips were wet, my throat was cold, Ancyent Marinere V I mov'd my lips: the Pilot shriek'd Ancyent Marinere VII Thy lips I feel them, baby! they Mad Mother My little babe! thy lips are still, Mad Mother His lips with joy they burr at you, Idiot Boy Burr, burr -- now Johnny's lips they burr, Idiot Boy And Johnny's lips they burr, burr, burr, Idiot Boy
LISP................2 Mars all things with his imitative lisp, Nightingale To lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed, Female Vagrant
LISTEN..............6 Listen, Stranger! Storm and Wind, Ancyent Marinere I Listen, Stranger! Mist and Snow, Ancyent Marinere I (Listen!, O Stranger! to me) Ancyent Marinere III Listen, O listen, thou Wedding-guest! Ancyent Marinere V Listen, O listen, thou Wedding-guest! Ancyent Marinere V And bid us listen! And I deem it wise Nightingale
LISTENING...........1 Such as would lull a listening child to sleep, Foster-Mother
LISTENS.............3 And listens like a three year's child; Ancyent Marinere I And Betty listens, glad to hear it. Idiot Boy She listens, but she cannot hear Idiot Boy
LISWYN..............5 "And so is Liswyn farm. Anecdote for Fathers "Or here at Liswyn farm?" Anecdote for Fathers "Or here at Liswyn Farm? Anecdote for Fathers "Than here at Liswyn farm." Anecdote for Fathers "Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm Anecdote for Fathers
LITTLE.............63 At first it seem'd a little speck Ancyent Marinere III Sometimes all little birds that are Ancyent Marinere V I look'd far-forth, but little saw Ancyent Marinere VI A little distance from the prow Ancyent Marinere VI A little distance from the prow Ancyent Marinere VI And hark the little Vesper-bell Ancyent Marinere VII When you two little ones would stand at eve Foster-Mother A grey-haired man -- he loved this little boy, Foster-Mother His little hand, the small forefinger up, Nightingale The little cloud -- it floats away, Lewti Ah! little marked, how fast they rolled away: Female Vagrant His little range of water was denied; Female Vagrant We two had sung, like little birds in May. Female Vagrant With little kindness would to me incline. Female Vagrant An old man dwells, a little man, Simon Lee His little body's half awry Simon Lee When he was young he little knew Simon Lee Alas! 'tis very little, all Simon Lee "My little boy, which like you more," Anecdote for Fathers "Now, little Edward, say why so; Anecdote for Fathers My little Edward, tell me why;" Anecdote for Fathers I met a little cottage girl, We Are Seven "Sisters and brothers, little maid, We Are Seven Then did the little Maid reply, We Are Seven "You run about, my little maid, We Are Seven The little Maid replied, We Are Seven "I take my little porringer, We Are Seven "The first that died was little Jane; We Are Seven The little Maiden did reply, We Are Seven The little Maid would have her will, We Are Seven You see a little muddy pond The Thorn Which is a little step beyond, The Thorn And when the little breezes make The Thorn "The little pond to stir?" The Thorn Which is a little step beyond, The Thorn The little babe was buried there, The Thorn And for the little infant's bones The Thorn The little babe is buried there, The Thorn Though little given to care and thought, Last of the Flock And bought my little children bread, Last of the Flock A little lamb, and then its mother! Last of the Flock I waked, and saw my little boy, Mad Mother My little boy of flesh and blood; Mad Mother Suck, little babe, oh suck again! Mad Mother Oh! press me with thy little hand; Mad Mother I feel thy little fingers press'd. Mad Mother Oh! love me, love me, little boy! Mad Mother My beauty, little child, is flown; Mad Mother Dread not their taunts, my little life! Mad Mother My little babe! thy lips are still, Mad Mother Oh! smile on me, my little lamb! Mad Mother "A little idle sauntering thing!" Idiot Boy The little pony glad may be, Idiot Boy The little birds began to stir, Idiot Boy A little moment past, so smiling! Near Richmond The little hedge-row birds, Old Man Travelling That afterwards, a little longer, Forsaken Indian Oh mercy! like a little child. Forsaken Indian My little joy! my little pride! Forsaken Indian My little joy! my little pride! Forsaken Indian These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Tintern Abbey His little, nameless, unremembered acts Tintern Abbey Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while Tintern Abbey
