LONGER..............5
   Glimmer'd our dear-loved home, alas! no longer ours!     Female Vagrant
   Which they can till no longer?                           Simon Lee
   And seems no longer in a hurry.                          Idiot Boy
   That afterwards, a little longer,                        Forsaken Indian
   That the weight can no longer be born,                   Convict


LOOK...............13
   The look with which they look'd on me,                   Ancyent Marinere IV
   But look at me they n'old:                               Ancyent Marinere V
   "The planks look warp'd, and see those sails             Ancyent Marinere VII
   "Dear Lord! it has a fiendish look --                    Ancyent Marinere VII
   Is ever on himself, doth look on one,                    Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   And yet thou didst not look unkind!                      Lewti
   Whene'er you look on it, 'tis plain                      The Thorn
   Alas! alas! that look so wild,                           Mad Mother
   "You look round on your mother earth,                    Expostulation
   His look and bending figure, all bespeak                 Old Man Travelling
   On me how strangely did he look!                         Forsaken Indian
   I'll look upon your tents again.                         Forsaken Indian
   To look on nature, not as in the hour                    Tintern Abbey


LOOK'D..............5
   I look'd upon the rotting Sea,                           Ancyent Marinere IV
   I look'd upon the eldritch deck                          Ancyent Marinere IV
   I look'd to Heaven, and try'd to pray;                   Ancyent Marinere IV
   The look with which they look'd on me,                   Ancyent Marinere IV
   I look'd far-forth, but little saw                       Ancyent Marinere VI


LOOK'ST.............1
   "Why look'st thou so?" -- with my cross bow              Ancyent Marinere I


LOOKED..............6
   I looked and looked along the silent air,                Female Vagrant
   I looked and looked along the silent air,                Female Vagrant
   In careless mood he looked at me,                        Anecdote for Fathers
   And wondering looked at me.                              We Are Seven
   I looked around, I thought I saw                         The Thorn
   So pale you scarcely looked at her:                      Idiot Boy


LOOKETH.............1
   "She looketh down on him.                                Ancyent Marinere VI


LOOKING.............3
   Forth looking as before.                                 Ancyent Marinere VI
   Thus looking out did Harry stand;                        Goody Blake
   The Doctor, looking somewhat grim,                       Idiot Boy


LOOKS..............13
   Ah wel-a-day! what evil looks                            Ancyent Marinere II
   Her lips are red, her looks are free,                    Ancyent Marinere III
   Where looks inhuman dwelt on festering heaps!            Female Vagrant
   Of looks where common kindness had no part,              Female Vagrant
   There is a thorn; it looks so old,                       The Thorn
   It looks so old and grey.                                The Thorn
   Her looks were calm, her senses clear.                   The Thorn
   And that it looks at you;                                The Thorn
   The baby looks at you again.                             The Thorn
   What wicked looks are those I see?                       Mad Mother
   She stops, she stands, she looks about,                  Idiot Boy
   She looks again -- her arms are up --                    Idiot Boy
   Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks,                 Tables Turned


LOOM................1
   The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel,           Female Vagrant


LOON................1
   "Now get thee hence, thou grey-beard Loon!               Ancyent Marinere I


LOOSE...............1
   Like a loose casement in the wind.                       Goody Blake


LOOSENS.............1
   It loosens something at my chest;                        Mad Mother


LORD................7
   "Still as a Slave before his Lord,                       Ancyent Marinere VI
   Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy                        Ancyent Marinere VI
   "Dear Lord! it has a fiendish look --                    Ancyent Marinere VII
   And reared him at the then Lord Velez' cost.             Foster-Mother
   The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him.          Foster-Mother
   Right on their heads. My Lord was sorely frightened;     Foster-Mother
   Which the great lord inhabits not: and so                Nightingale


LORE................3
   A different lore: we may not thus profane                Nightingale
   For better lore would seldom yearn,                      Anecdote for Fathers
   Sweet is the lore which nature brings;                   Tables Turned


LOSE................3
   Who lose the deep'ning twilights of the spring           Nightingale
   That should he lose his eyes and ears,                   Idiot Boy
   Among the woods and copses lose themselves,              Tintern Abbey


LOSS................1
   Have followed, for such loss, I would believe,           Tintern Abbey


LOST...............11
   Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye                 Foster-Mother
   What he must never feel: and so, lost man!               Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   What time the moon was lost behind a cloud,              Nightingale
   Hope died, and fear itself in agony was lost!            Female Vagrant
   Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude:              Female Vagrant
   Or lost perhaps, and never found;                        Idiot Boy
   "And I have lost my poor dear boy,                       Idiot Boy
   Poor Betty now has lost all hope,                        Idiot Boy
   And still and mute, in wonder lost,                      Idiot Boy
   'Tis he whom you so long have lost,                      Idiot Boy
   Long Susan lay deep lost in thought,                     Idiot Boy