LOUD...............10 For he heard the loud bassoon. Ancyent Marinere I Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) Ancyent Marinere III The coming wind doth roar more loud; Ancyent Marinere V He singeth loud his godly hymns Ancyent Marinere VI Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound, Ancyent Marinere VII Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while Ancyent Marinere VII What loud uproar bursts from that door! Ancyent Marinere VII As loud as any mill, or near it, Idiot Boy From the loud water-fall. Idiot Boy Rang loud through the meadow and wood. Convict
LOUDER..............1 Still louder and more dread: Ancyent Marinere VII
LOUDLY..............1 How loudly his sweet voice he rears! Ancyent Marinere VII
LOV'D...............4 "He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man Ancyent Marinere V "He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man Ancyent Marinere V Be lov'd, like nature! -- But 'twill not be so; Nightingale To forget the form I lov'd. Lewti
LOVE...............25 A spring of love gusht from my heart, Ancyent Marinere IV His love grew desperate; and defying death, Foster-Mother Instructed that true knowledge leads to love, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Or slow distemper or neglected love, Nightingale Nature's sweet voices always full of love Nightingale A dying man, for love of thee. Lewti Of lady fair, that died for love: Lewti From fruitless love, too fondly cherish'd! Lewti And I in truth did love him like a brother, Female Vagrant He well could love in grief: his faith he kept; Female Vagrant Love, now an universal birth, Lines near my House They shall be tuned to love. Lines near my House This is the process of our love and wisdom, Dungeon By the benignant touch of love and beauty. Dungeon Oh! love me, love me, little boy! Mad Mother Oh! love me, love me, little boy! Mad Mother But thou wilt live with me in love, Mad Mother My love for thee has well been tried: Mad Mother Him whom you love, your idiot boy? Idiot Boy Ye muses! whom I love so well. Idiot Boy He whom you love, your idiot boy. Idiot Boy Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust, Tintern Abbey An appetite: a feeling and a love, Tintern Abbey With warmer love, oh! with far deeper zeal Tintern Abbey Of holier love. Now wilt thou then forget, Tintern Abbey
LOVE-CHANT..........1 His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Nightingale
LOVE-SICK...........1 Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it, Foster-Mother
LOVE-TORCH..........1 Lights up her love-torch. Nightingale
LOVED..............13 A grey-haired man -- he loved this little boy, Foster-Mother The boy loved him -- and, when the Friar taught him, Foster-Mother And though he prayed, he never loved to pray Foster-Mother Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite I read, and loved the books in which I read; Female Vagrant He loved his old hereditary nook, Female Vagrant There was a youth whom I had loved so long, Female Vagrant That when I loved him not I cannot say. Female Vagrant And her whom he had loved in joy, he said Female Vagrant I loved my children more and more. Last of the Flock I loved my children less; Last of the Flock Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then Tintern Abbey The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Tintern Abbey
LOVELIER............2 Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Should make all nature lovelier, and itself Nightingale
LOVELINESS..........1 Of kindred loveliness: then he would sigh Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
LOVELY.............12 Each one a lovely light: Ancyent Marinere VI Then vanish'd all the lovely lights; Ancyent Marinere VI On the more distant scene; how lovely 'tis Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Heaving lovely to the sight, Lewti Three lovely infants lay upon my breast; Female Vagrant There is a fresh and lovely sight, The Thorn All lovely colours there you see. The Thorn Ah me! what lovely tints are there! The Thorn Then, lovely baby, do not fear! Mad Mother My lovely baby! thou shalt be, Mad Mother As lovely visions by thy side Near Richmond Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Tintern Abbey
LOVER...............1 A lover of the meadows and the woods, Tintern Abbey
LOVERS..............1 Fond lovers, yet not quite hob nob, Idiot Boy
LOVES...............9 He loves to talk with Marineres Ancyent Marinere VII What if these barren boughs the bee not loves; Yew-Tree near Esthwaite He dearly loves their voices! Simon Lee And dearly he loves me. Anecdote for Fathers Him whom she loves, her idiot boy? Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy. Idiot Boy And Johnny makes the noise he loves, Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy. Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy, Idiot Boy
