NUMBER'D............1
   Of sheep I number'd a full score,                        Last of the Flock


NUMBERS.............1
   And now to the seacoast, with numbers more, we drew.     Female Vagrant


NURS'D..............1
   No common soul. In youth, by genius nurs'd,              Yew-Tree near Esthwaite


NURSE...............3
   Both for her messenger and nurse;                        Idiot Boy
   -- And let him nurse his fond deceit,                    Near Richmond
   The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,             Tintern Abbey



O..................33
   The very deeps did rot: O Christ!                        Ancyent Marinere II
   (Listen!, O Stranger! to me)                             Ancyent Marinere III
   But O! more horrible than that                           Ancyent Marinere IV
   O happy living things! no tongue                         Ancyent Marinere IV
   O sleep, it is a gentle thing                            Ancyent Marinere V
   Listen, O listen, thou Wedding-guest!                    Ancyent Marinere V
   O dream of joy! is this indeed                           Ancyent Marinere VI
   "O let me be awake, my God!                              Ancyent Marinere VI
   O Christ! what saw I there?                              Ancyent Marinere VI
   No voice; but O! the silence sank,                       Ancyent Marinere VI
   "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy Man!                     Ancyent Marinere VII
   O Wedding-guest! this soul hath been                     Ancyent Marinere VII
   O sweeter than the Marriage-feast,                       Ancyent Marinere VII
   That joined your names with mine! O my sweet lady,       Foster-Mother
   O my dear Mother! this strange man has left me           Foster-Mother
   Unlawful, ever. O, be wiser thou!                        Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   Bird! A melancholy Bird? O idle thought!                 Nightingale
   Farewell, O Warbler! till to-morrow eve,                 Nightingale
   O beauteous birds! methinks ye measure                   Lewti
   O beauteous birds! 'tis such a pleasure                  Lewti
   O that she saw me in a dream,                            Lewti
   "O may he never more be warm!"                           Goody Blake
   O reader! had you in your mind                           Simon Lee
   O gentle reader! you would find                          Simon Lee
   "O master! we are seven."                                We Are Seven
   "O misery! O misery!"                                    The Thorn
   "O misery! O misery!"                                    The Thorn
   "O woe is me! oh misery!"                                The Thorn
   With other ministrations, thou, O nature!                Dungeon
   "O woe is me! O woe is me!                               Idiot Boy
   "O woe is me! O woe is me!                               Idiot Boy
   O Thames! that other bards may see,                      Near Richmond
   O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the wood             Tintern Abbey


O'CLOCK.............2
   'Tis eight o'clock, -- a clear March night,              Idiot Boy
   From eight o'clock till five.                            Idiot Boy


O'ER...............18
   We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar,                         Ancyent Marinere VI
   The moonlight bay was white all o'er,                    Ancyent Marinere VI
   First covered o'er, and taught this aged tree,           Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   And heath, and thistle, thinly sprinkled o'er,           Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still,              Nightingale
   O'er Philomela's pity-pleading strains.                  Nightingale
   The Nightingale sings o'er her head;                     Lewti
   High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store,              Female Vagrant
   When o'er the sea-rock's edge we go;                     Mad Mother
   And by the church, and o'er the down,                    Idiot Boy
   And Betty o'er and o'er has told                         Idiot Boy
   And Betty o'er and o'er has told                         Idiot Boy
   And by the church, and o'er the down,                    Idiot Boy
   She kisses o'er and o'er again,                          Idiot Boy
   She kisses o'er and o'er again,                          Idiot Boy
   Too soon despair o'er me prevailed;                      Forsaken Indian
   Oh wind that o'er my head art flying,                    Forsaken Indian
   I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides               Tintern Abbey


O'ERFLOWS...........1
   And Betty's face with joy o'erflows,                     Idiot Boy


O'ERGROWN...........2
   Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown                      The Thorn
   This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss,                  The Thorn


O'ERLOAD............1
   "And we will ne'er o'erload thee more."                  Idiot Boy


O'ERSHADOW..........1
   The thick-ribbed walls that o'ershadow the gate          Convict


O'ERTURNED..........1
   She has almost o'erturned the horse,                     Idiot Boy


O'ERWEENING.........1
   "With o'erweening complacence our state to compare,      Convict


O'ERWHELM...........1
   And his crime, through the pains that o'erwhelm him, descried, Convict


OAK.................1
   "Perhaps he's climbed into an oak,                       Idiot Boy


OAK-STUMP...........1
   The rotted old Oak-stump.                                Ancyent Marinere VII


OAR.................3
   A dizzy depth below! his boat and twinkling oar.         Female Vagrant
   For him suspend the dashing oar,                         Near Richmond
   The dripping of the oar suspended!                       Near Richmond


OARS................2
   Eftsones I heard the dash of oars,                       Ancyent Marinere VI
   I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,                        Ancyent Marinere VII


OATH................2
   Had sworn another oath;                                  The Thorn
   And some had sworn an oath that she                      The Thorn