OFF.................6 Fell off in hoary flakes. Ancyent Marinere IV The Albatross fell off, and sank Ancyent Marinere IV The roaring wind! it roar'd far off, Ancyent Marinere V The sails at noon left off their tune Ancyent Marinere V A jutting crag, and off I ran, The Thorn Then off she hies, but with a prayer Idiot Boy
OFFENDS.............1 To each poor brother who offends against us -- Dungeon
OFT................11 Oft darts the Spectre-ship; Ancyent Marinere III That gentle Maid! and oft, a moment's space, Nightingale And oft, robb'd of my perfect mind, I thought Female Vagrant And oft of cruelty the sky accused; Female Vagrant And oft from his warm fire he'd go, Goody Blake Where oft the stormy winter gale The Thorn For oft there sits, between the heap The Thorn For many a time and oft were heard The Thorn But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Tintern Abbey Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft, Tintern Abbey How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee Tintern Abbey
OFT-TIMES...........1 Oft-times I thought to run away; Last of the Flock
OFTEN..............15 As often as I think of those dear times Foster-Mother When stranger passed, so often I have check'd; Female Vagrant And often, viewing their sweet smiles, I sighed, Female Vagrant The fields I for my bed have often used: Female Vagrant Three years a wanderer, often have I view'd, Female Vagrant Will often live in one small cottage, Goody Blake And often, ere the race was done, Simon Lee "My stockings there I often knit, We Are Seven "And often after sunset, Sir, We Are Seven And there was often seen. The Thorn Yet often she was sober sad The Thorn Would up the mountain often climb. The Thorn And yet I have not often seen Last of the Flock "You know him -- him you often see; Idiot Boy How often has my spirit turned to thee! Tintern Abbey
OFTENTIMES..........2 And oftentimes I talked to him, Anecdote for Fathers Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes Tintern Abbey
OFTIMES.............1 Now oftimes and now fewer, Ancyent Marinere VII
OFTNER..............1 Has oftner left me mourning. Simon Lee
OH.................54 But Oh! poor wretch! -- he read, and read, and read, Foster-Mother Oh! dreadful price of being to resign Female Vagrant Oh! tell me whither ---- for no earthly friend Female Vagrant Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter? Goody Blake Oh! then how her old bones would shake! Goody Blake Oh joy for her! when e'er in winter Goody Blake Oh dearest, dearest boy! my heart Anecdote for Fathers "Oh misery! Oh misery! The Thorn "Oh misery! Oh misery! The Thorn "Oh woe is me! oh misery!" The Thorn "Oh woe is me! oh misery!" The Thorn "Oh misery! oh misery! The Thorn "Oh misery! oh misery! The Thorn "Oh woe is me! oh misery!" The Thorn "Oh woe is me! oh misery!" The Thorn "Oh wherefore" wherefore? tell me why The Thorn Oh me! ten thousand times I'd rather The Thorn "Oh misery! oh misery! The Thorn "Oh misery! oh misery! The Thorn "Oh misery! Oh misery! The Thorn "Oh misery! Oh misery! The Thorn "O woe is me! oh misery!" The Thorn Oh joy for me that sight to see! Mad Mother Suck, little babe, oh suck again! Mad Mother Oh! press me with thy little hand; Mad Mother Oh! love me, love me, little boy! Mad Mother Oh! smile on me, my little lamb! Mad Mother Oh! Betty she'll be in a fright. Idiot Boy Oh! then for the poor idiot boy! Idiot Boy Oh! happy, happy, happy John. Idiot Boy "Oh God forbid!" poor Susan cries. Idiot Boy "Oh saints! what is become of him? Idiot Boy "Oh Doctor! Doctor! where's my Johnny?" Idiot Boy "Oh Sir! you know I'm Betty Foy, Idiot Boy "Oh! what a wretched mother I!" Idiot Boy "Oh cruel! I'm almost three-score; Idiot Boy "Oh dear, dear pony! my sweet joy! Idiot Boy "Oh carry back my idiot boy! Idiot Boy Oh reader! now that I might tell Idiot Boy Oh could I put it into rhyme, Idiot Boy Oh gentle muses! let me tell Idiot Boy Oh gentle muses! Is this kind? Idiot Boy "Oh! Johnny, never mind the Doctor; Idiot Boy Oh me! it is a merry meeting, Idiot Boy Oh glide, fair stream! for ever so; Near Richmond Oh let my body die away! Forsaken Indian Oh let my body die away! Forsaken Indian And Oh how grievously I rue, Forsaken Indian Oh mercy! like a little child. Forsaken Indian Oh wind that o'er my head art flying, Forsaken Indian Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft, Tintern Abbey Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while Tintern Abbey For all sweet sounds and harmonies; Oh! then, Tintern Abbey With warmer love, oh! with far deeper zeal Tintern Abbey
