FATHER 1798 The Female My father was a good and pious man, Vagrant 1798 The Female And afterwards, by my good father taught, Vagrant 1798 The Female My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay; Vagrant 1798 The Female His father said, that to a distant town Vagrant 1798 The Female And in a quiet house once more my father slept. Vagrant 1798 The Female And knew not why. My happy father died Vagrant 1798 The Female Poor Father! gone was every friend of thine. Vagrant 1798 The Mad Mother Thy father cares not for my breast, 1798 The Mad Mother I've sought thy father far and wide. 1798 The Mad Mother We'll find thy father in the wood. 1798 The Thorn That he had died, that cruel father! FATHER'S 1798 The Female By Derwent's side my Father's cottage stood Vagrant 1798 The Female My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold Vagrant 1798 The Mad Mother I am thy father's wedded wife; FEAR 1798 The Female Disease and famine, agony and fear, Vagrant 1798 The Female Hope died, and fear itself in agony was lost! Vagrant 1798 The Mad Mother Then, lovely baby, do not fear! 1798 The Mad Mother I pray thee have no fear of me, 1798 The Mad Mother Then do not fear, my boy! for thee 1798 The Complaint Alone, I cannot fear to die. of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Complaint Then wherefore should I fear to die? of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Idiot Boy And Susan she begins to fear 1798 The Idiot Boy I fear you're in a dreadful way, 1798 Lines written If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, a few miles above Tintern Abbey FEARED 1798 The Female And their long holiday that feared not grief, Vagrant FEARLESS 1798 The Female And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth. Vagrant FEARS 1798 The Idiot Boy She hardly can sustain her fears; 1798 The Idiot Boy And many dreadful fears beset her, 1798 The Idiot Boy These fears can never be endured, FEATS 1798 Simon Lee His hunting feats have him bereft 1798 Simon Lee And then, what limbs those feats have left FED 1798 Goody Blake Ill fed she was, and thinly clad; and Harry Gill 1798 The last of My sheep upon the mountain fed, the Flock FEED 1798 Expostulation That we can feed this mind of ours and Reply 1798 Lines left On visionary views would fancy feed, upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite 1798 The last of Upon the mountain they did feed; the Flock 1798 The last of Ten children, Sir! had I to feed, the Flock 1798 Lines written With quietness and beauty, and so feed a few miles above Tintern Abbey FEEDING 1798 The Idiot Boy Feeding at will along the lane, 1798 The Idiot Boy Sits upright on a feeding horse? 1798 The Idiot Boy Unto his horse, that's feeding free, FEEL 1798 Anecdote for I could not feel a pain. Fathers 1798 Expostulation Our bodies feel, where'er they be, and Reply 1798 The Mad Mother Thy lips I feel them, baby! they 1798 The Mad Mother I feel thy little fingers press'd. 1798 Lines left What he must never feel: and so, lost man! upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite 1798 The Complaint I feel I must have died with thee. of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Complaint I should not feel the pain of dying, of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Complaint I feel my body die away, of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 Lines written Come forth and feel the sun. at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed FEELING 1798 Lines written An appetite: a feeling and a love, a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written --It is the hour of feeling. at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed FEELINGS 1798 Lines written With tranquil restoration:--feelings too a few miles above Tintern Abbey FEELS 1798 Old Man With envy, what the Old Man hardly feels. travelling 1798 Lines left Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite 1798 We are seven And feels its life in every limb, FEET 1798 The Female At last my feet a resting-place had found: Vagrant 1798 The Female Of feet still bustling round with busy glee, Vagrant 1798 The Thorn 'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide. 1798 The Thorn 'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide. FELL 1798 Goody Blake And Harry's flesh it fell away; and Harry Gill 1798 The Female Till all his substance fell into decay. Vagrant 1798 The Female I could not pray:--through tears that fell in showers, Vagrant FELT 1798 Lines left With mournful joy, to think that others felt upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite 1798 Lines written Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart, a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart, a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written To chasten and subdue. And I have felt a few miles above Tintern Abbey FENCE 1798 The Thorn No screen, no fence could I discover, FERN 1798 The Idiot Boy Among the fern or in the gorse; FESTERING 1798 The Female Where looks inhuman dwelt on festering heaps! Vagrant FETCHED 1798 The Idiot Boy And Betty from the lane has fetched 1798 The last of To-day I fetched him from the rock; the Flock 1798 The last of To-day I fetched it from the rock; the Flock FETTER 1798 Goody Blake But when the ice our streams did fetter, and Harry Gill FEVER 1798 The Female By fever, from polluted air incurred, Vagrant 1798 The Female Fretting the fever round the languid heart, Vagrant 1798 Lines written Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, a few miles above Tintern Abbey FIDDLE 1798 The Idiot Boy With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle; FIELD 1798 The Female One field, a flock, and what the neighboring flood Vagrant 1798 Lines written And grass in the green field. at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed FIELDS 1798 Goody Blake And to the fields his road would take, and Harry Gill 1798 The Female Green fields before us and our native shore, Vagrant 1798 The Female I liv'd upon the mercy of the fields, Vagrant 1798 The Female The fields I for my bed have often used: Vagrant 1798 The Tables Through all the long green fields has spread, turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject FIENDISH 1798 The Mad Mother And fiendish faces one, two, three, FIERCE 1798 The Idiot Boy A fierce and dreadful hunter he! FIERCELY 1798 Goody Blake And fiercely by the arm he took her, and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake And fiercely by the arm he shook her, and Harry Gill FIFTY 1798 The Idiot Boy That till full fifty yards were gone, 1798 The Idiot Boy If Betty fifty ponds should see, 1798 The last of Full fifty comely sheep I raised, the Flock 1798 The last of And of my fifty, yesterday the Flock 1798 The Thorn And for full fifty yards around, 1798 Lines written Than fifty years of reason; at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed FIGHT 1798 Old Man Who from a sea-fight has been brought to Falmouth, travelling FIGHTING 1798 The Idiot Boy And while her mind was fighting thus, FIGURE 1798 Old Man His look and bending figure, all bespeak travelling FILL 1798 The Mad Mother And thou hast almost suck'd thy fill. FILLED 1798 Goody Blake Till she had filled her apron full. and Harry Gill FIND 1798 The Mad Mother We'll find thy father in the wood. 1798 Lines written Could find no refuge from distress, near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening 1798 Simon Lee O gentle reader! you would find 1798 The Idiot Boy I thought to find my Johnny here, 1798 The Idiot Boy And cannot find her idiot boy. 1798 The last of No peace, no comfort could I find, the Flock 1798 The Thorn In truth you'd find it hard to say, FINE 1798 Goody Blake Good duffle grey, and flannel fine; and Harry Gill FINGERS 1798 The Mad Mother I feel thy little fingers press'd. FIRE 1798 Goody Blake By the same fire to boil their pottage, and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake She left her fire, or left her bed, and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake And oft from his warm fire he'd go, and Harry Gill 1798 The Female When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire; Vagrant 1798 The Female And Fire from Hell reared his gigantic shape, Vagrant 1798 The Mad Mother A fire was once within my brain; 1798 The Complaint My fire is dead: it knew no pain; of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Complaint For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire; of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Complaint --My fire is dead, and snowy white of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Idiot Boy Perhaps, with head and heels on fire, 1798 The Thorn A cruel, cruel fire, they say, 1798 Lines written Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire a few miles above Tintern Abbey FIRST 1798 Expostulation As if you were her first-born birth, and Reply 1798 The Female By the first beams of dawning light impress'd, Vagrant 1798 The Female The rude earth's tenants, were my first relief: Vagrant 1798 Lines left First covered o'er, and taught this aged tree, upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite 1798 The Idiot Boy At the first word that Susan said 1798 The Tables His first sweet evening yellow. turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject 1798 The Thorn When to this country first I came, 1798 Lines written Though changed, no doubt, from what I was, when first a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written It is the first mild day of March: at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed 1798 We are seven The first that died was little Jane; FISHERMEN 1798 The Female of England are let out to different Fishermen, in parcels marked out by Vagrant FIT 1798 The Female Ill was I then for toil or service fit: Vagrant 1798 The Mad Mother I know the earth-nuts fit for food; 1798 The last of And it was fit that thence I took the Flock FIVE 1798 Anecdote for I have a boy of five years old Fathers 1798 Anecdote for And five times did I say to him, Fathers 1798 Simon Lee Full five and twenty years he lived 1798 The Idiot Boy Five years of happiness or more, 1798 The Idiot Boy In five months' time, should he be seen, 1798 The Idiot Boy From eight o'clock till five. 1798 The last of From ten to five, from five to three, the Flock 1798 The last of From ten to five, from five to three, the Flock 1798 The Thorn Not five yards from the mountain-path, 1798 Lines written Five years have passed; five summers, with the length a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written Five years have passed; five summers, with the length a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written Of five long winters! and again I hear a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 We are seven Then you are only five. FIX 1798 The Thorn And fix on it a steady view, FIX'D 1798 The Thorn And they had fix'd the wedding-day, FIXING 1798 Lines left Fixing his downward eye, he many an hour upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite FLANNEL 1798 Goody Blake Good duffle grey, and flannel fine; and Harry Gill FLASHES 1798 The Complaint I saw the crackling flashes drive; of a forsaken Indian Woman FLEECY 1798 The Female High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store, Vagrant FLEET 1798 The Female Nor yet the crowded fleet its anchor stirred. Vagrant FLESH 1798 Goody Blake And Harry's flesh it fell away; and Harry Gill 1798 The Mad Mother My little boy of flesh and blood; FLEW 1798 The Female To join those miserable men he flew; Vagrant FLOCK 1798 The Female One field, a flock, and what the neighboring flood Vagrant 1798 The last of He is the last of all my flock. the Flock 1798 The last of As sweet a flock as ever grazed! the Flock 1798 The last of The pretty flock which I had reared the Flock 1798 The last of Sir! 'twas a precious flock to me, the Flock 1798 The last of My flock, it seemed to melt away. the Flock 1798 The last of It is the last of all my flock. the Flock FLOOD 1798 The Female One field, a flock, and what the neighboring flood Vagrant 1798 The Female All day, my ready tomb the ocean-flood-- Vagrant FLOW 1798 Lines written 'Till all our minds for ever flow, near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening 1798 The last of He makes my tears to flow. the Flock FLOWED 1798 The Female And tears that flowed for ills which patience could not Vagrant 1798 The Female For them, in nature's meads, the milky udder flowed. Vagrant FLOWER 1798 Lines written And 'tis my faith that every flower in early spring FLOWING 1798 Lines written As thy deep waters now are flowing. near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening 1798 The Idiot Boy The streams with softest sound are flowing, FLOWN 1798 The Mad Mother My beauty, little child, is flown; FLURRIED 1798 The Idiot Boy By this time she's not quite so flurried; FLURRY 1798 The Idiot Boy Though Betty's in a mighty flurry, FLYING 1798 The Complaint O wind, that o'er my head art flying of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 Lines written Flying from something that he dreads, than one a few miles above Tintern Abbey FOLD 1798 The Female My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold Vagrant FOLK 1798 The Idiot Boy And joined the wandering gypsey-folk. FOLKS 1798 The Idiot Boy He's not as wise as some folks be, FOLLIES 1798 The last of And after youthful follies ran, the Flock FOLLOW 1798 The Complaint My friends, I did not follow you! of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Complaint I'll follow you across the snow; of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Idiot Boy Both what to follow, what to shun, FOLLOW'D 1798 The last of I follow'd him, and said, My friend the Flock FOLLOWED 1798 Lines written Have followed, for such loss, I would believe, a few miles above Tintern Abbey FOLLOWING 1798 Lines written But, heedless of the following gloom, near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening FOND 1798 Lines written --And let him nurse his fond deceit, near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening 1798 The Idiot Boy Fond lovers, yet not quite hob nob, FONDLY 1798 The Female Fondly we wished, and wished away, nor knew, Vagrant FOOD 1798 The Female And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food. Vagrant 1798 The Female Recovery came with food: but still, my brain Vagrant 1798 The Female And gave me food, and rest, more welcome, more desired. Vagrant 1798 The Mad Mother I know the earth-nuts fit for food; 1798 Lines left And with the food of pride sustained his soul upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite 1798 The Complaint For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire; of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Complaint And he has stolen away my food. of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The last of And they were healthy with their food; the Flock 1798 Lines written That in this moment there is life and food a few miles above Tintern Abbey FOOT 1798 The Idiot Boy The foot of horse, the voice of man; 1798 The Thorn Just half a foot in height. FORBID 1798 The Idiot Boy With, God forbid it should be true! 1798 The Idiot Boy Oh God forbid! poor Susan cries. FORCE 1798 The Idiot Boy Which thunders down with headlong force, 1798 The Idiot Boy She darts as with a torrent's force, FORCED 1798 Simon Lee And now he's forced to work, though weak, 1798 We are seven My brother John was forced to go, FOREGONE 1798 The Female Foregone the home delight of constant truth, Vagrant FOREMOST 1798 The Thorn Head-foremost, through the driving rain, FOREST 1798 The Female In depth of forest glade, when jocund June Vagrant FOREVER 1798 The Female And from all hope I was forever hurled. Vagrant FORGET 1798 The Female Can I forget what charms did once adorn Vagrant 1798 The Female Can I forget that miserable hour, Vagrant 1798 Lines left Would he forget those beings, to whose minds, upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite 1798 Lines written Of past existence, wilt thou then forget a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written Of holier love. Now wilt thou then forget, a few miles above Tintern Abbey FORGETFUL 1798 The Female By high-way side forgetful would I sit Vagrant FORGOT 1798 The Idiot Boy He quite forgot his holly whip, 1798 The Idiot Boy She quite forgot to send the Doctor, FORGOTTEN 1798 Old Man All effort seems forgotten, one to whom travelling FORLORN 1798 Expostulation To Beings else forlorn and blind! and Reply 1798 The Thorn A wretched thing forlorn. FORMER 1798 Anecdote for My thoughts on former pleasures ran; Fathers 1798 Lines written The language of my former heart, and read a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written My former pleasures in the shooting lights a few miles above Tintern Abbey FORMS 1798 Lines left If thou be one whose heart the holy forms upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite 1798 The Tables Mishapes the beauteous forms of things: turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject 1798 Lines written These forms of beauty have not been to me, a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written Their colours and their forms, were then to me a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written No joyless forms shall regulate at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed FORSAKE 1798 The Mad Mother If his sweet boy he could forsake, FORSAKEN 1798 The Complaint My poor forsaken child, if I of a forsaken Indian Woman FORSOOK 1798 The Idiot Boy Johnny perhaps his horse forsook, FORT 1798 The Female Near the sea-side I reached a ruinous fort: Vagrant FORTH 1798 Lines left Went forth pure in his heart, against the taint upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite 1798 The Tables Come forth into the light of things, turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject 1798 The Tables Come forth, and bring with you a heart turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject 1798 Lines written Come forth and feel the sun. at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed FORTITUDE 1798 The Female Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude: Vagrant FORWARD 1798 Goody Blake He started forward with a shout, and Harry Gill FOUL 1798 The Female There foul neglect for months and months we bore, Vagrant FOUND 1798 The Female At last my feet a resting-place had found: Vagrant 1798 The Idiot Boy Or lost perhaps, and never found; 1798 The Thorn Instead of jutting crag, I found FOUR 1798 The Female Four years each day with daily bread was blest, Vagrant 1798 Simon Lee To say the least, four counties round 1798 The Idiot Boy While our four travelers homeward wend; FOURTEEN 1798 The Idiot Boy These fourteen years, by strong indentures; FOY 1798 The Idiot Boy What means this bustle, Betty Foy? 1798 The Idiot Boy Till she is tired, let Betty Foy 1798 The Idiot Boy And by the moonlight, Betty Foy 1798 The Idiot Boy Oh Sir! you know I'm Betty Foy, 1798 The Idiot Boy Where is she, where is Betty Foy? 1798 The Idiot Boy Then calm your terrors, Betty Foy! 1798 The Idiot Boy Why stand you thus Good Betty Foy? 1798 The Idiot Boy She knows not, happy Betty Foy! FRAME 1798 The Female Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame, Vagrant 1798 The Female Nor to the beggar's language could I frame my tongue. Vagrant 1798 Lines written Until, the breath of this corporeal frame, a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written We'll frame the measure of our souls, at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed FREAKS 1798 The Female The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time; Vagrant FREE 1798 The Idiot Boy Unto his horse, that's feeding free, 1798 Lines written And let the misty mountain winds be free a few miles above Tintern Abbey FREEZING 1798 Lines written May know his freezing sorrows more. near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening FRESH 1798 Anecdote for His face is fair and fresh to see; Fathers 1798 The Female Besides on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brooding Vagrant 1798 The Thorn There is a fresh and lovely sight, 1798 The Thorn So fresh in all its beauteous dyes, FRESHENING 1798 The Tables A freshening lustre mellow turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject FRET 1798 The Idiot Boy Why are you in this mighty fret? FRETFUL 1798 Lines written Of joyless day-lights; when the fretful stir a few miles above Tintern Abbey FRETTING 1798 The Female Fretting the fever round the languid heart, Vagrant FRIEND 1798 Expostulation To me my good friend Matthew spake, and Reply 1798 The Female Here watch, of every human friend disowned, Vagrant 1798 The Female Poor Father! gone was every friend of thine. Vagrant 1798 The Female Oh! tell me whither----for no earthly friend Vagrant 1798 The last of I follow'd him, and said, My friend the Flock 1798 The Tables Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks; turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject 1798 The Tables Up! up! my friend, and quit your books; turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject 1798 Lines written Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend, a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written We from to-day, my friend, will date at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed FRIENDS 1798 The Complaint My friends, I did not follow you! of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Complaint My friends, when you were gone away. of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Complaint The way my friends their course did bend, of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Complaint Too soon, my friends, you went away; of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Idiot Boy She spies her friends, she shouts a greeting; FRIGHT 1798 The Idiot Boy Oh! Betty she'll be in a fright. FRIGHTFUL 1798 The Female In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd, Vagrant FRONT 1798 Lines written How rich the wave, in front, imprest near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening FROST 1798 Goody Blake Now, when the frost was past enduring, and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake And there, at night, in frost and snow, and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake And crisp with frost the stubble-land. and Harry Gill FROSTY 1798 The Thorn Or frosty air is keen and still, 1798 The Thorn Or frosty air is keen and still, FRUITS 1798 Lines written Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits, a few miles above Tintern Abbey FULL 1798 Anecdote for Our quiet house all full in view, Fathers 1798 Goody Blake The moon was full and shining clearly, and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake Till she had filled her apron full. and Harry Gill 1798 The Mad Mother Full many a sad and doleful thing: 1798 Simon Lee Full five and twenty years he lived 1798 Simon Lee And no man was so full of glee; 1798 The Idiot Boy His heart it was so full of glee, 1798 The Idiot Boy That till full fifty yards were gone, 1798 The Idiot Boy And thence full many a sound she hears, 1798 The Idiot Boy And now, all full in view, she sees 1798 The last of A healthy man, a man full grown, the Flock 1798 The last of Of sheep I number'd a full score, the Flock 1798 The last of Full fifty comely sheep I raised, the Flock 1798 The Thorn They say, full six months after this, 1798 The Thorn A wind full ten times over. 1798 The Thorn And for full fifty yards around, 1798 The Thorn And this I know, full many a time, 1798 Lines written Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon a few miles above Tintern Abbey FURIOUS 1798 The Female My watchful dog, whose starts of furious ire, Vagrant FURTHER 1798 The Idiot Boy Why of your further aid bereave me? FUTURE 1798 Lines written For future years. And so I dare to hope a few miles above Tintern Abbey GAIN 1798 The Female We had no hope, and no relief could gain. Vagrant 1798 The Thorn The shelter of the crag to gain, GAINS 1798 The last of To see the end of all my gains, the Flock GAINSAY 1798 The Female My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay; Vagrant GAIT 1798 Old Man His gait, is one expression; every limb, travelling GALE 1798 The Idiot Boy For her good neighbour, Susan Gale, 1798 The Idiot Boy There's none to help poor Susan Gale, 1798 The Idiot Boy Or she will die, old Susan Gale. 1798 The Idiot Boy Away she hies to Susan Gale: 1798 The Idiot Boy To comfort poor old Susan Gale. 1798 The Idiot Boy To comfort poor old Susan Gale. 1798 The Idiot Boy Who is it, but old Susan Gale? 1798 The Thorn Where oft the stormy winter gale GALLOP 1798 The Idiot Boy And so he'll gallop on for aye, GALLOPING 1798 The Idiot Boy He's galloping away, away, GAMBOLS 1798 The Female The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time; Vagrant GAPE 1798 The Female When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape, Vagrant GARDEN 1798 The Female My garden, stored with pease, and mint, and thyme, Vagrant GATHERING 1798 The Female The cowslip-gathering at May's dewy prime; Vagrant GATHERS 1798 Lines written --The evening darkness gathers round near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening GAVE 1798 The Female And gave me food, and rest, more welcome, more desired. Vagrant 1798 The Complaint My child! they gave thee to another, of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Thorn Gave with a maiden's true good will GAY 1798 Goody Blake Would sit, as any linnet gay. and Harry Gill 1798 The Mad Mother Now laugh and be gay, to the woods away! 1798 The Thorn And she was blithe and gay, GAZE 1798 Lines left And lifting up his head, he then would gaze upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite 1798 Lines left Thou seest, and he would gaze till it became upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite GAZED 1798 The Female We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep Vagrant 1798 The Female Dismissed, again on open day I gazed, Vagrant GENERAL 1798 The Female On hazard, or what general bounty yields, Vagrant GENIAL 1798 The Female Rolled fast along the sky his ward and genial moon. Vagrant 1798 Lines written Suffer my genial spirits to decay: a few miles above Tintern Abbey GENIUS 1798 Lines left No common soul. In youth, by genius nurs'd, upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite GENTLE 1798 Simon Lee My gentle reader, I perceive 1798 Simon Lee O gentle reader! you would find 1798 The Idiot Boy Oh gentle muses! let me tell 1798 The Idiot Boy Oh gentle muses! Is this kind? GENTLY 1798 Lines written Glide gently, thus for ever glide, near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening 1798 The Idiot Boy She gently pats the pony's side, 1798 The Idiot Boy And gently turned the pony's head 1798 Lines written In which the affections gently lead us on, a few miles above Tintern Abbey GHASTLY 1798 The Female And Murder, by the ghastly gleam, and Rape Vagrant GHOST 1798 The Idiot Boy All like a silent horseman-ghost, 1798 The Idiot Boy It is no goblin, 'tis no ghost, GHOSTS 1798 The Idiot Boy Among the ghosts, his own undoing; GIFT 1798 Lines written To them I may have owed another gift, a few miles above Tintern Abbey GIFTS 1798 Lines written Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur: other gifts a few miles above Tintern Abbey GIGANTIC 1798 The Female And Fire from Hell reared his gigantic shape, Vagrant GILL 1798 Goody Blake What is't that ails young Harry Gill? and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake To seek the hedge of Harry Gill. and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake She's at the hedge of Harry Gill. and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake Alas! that day for Harry Gill! and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake Poor Harry Gill is very cold. and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake Of Goody Blake and Harry Gill. and Harry Gill GIRL 1798 We are seven I met a little cottage girl, GIRLS 1798 We are seven Seven boys and girls are we; GIRT 1798 The Idiot Boy With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle; GIVE 1798 Simon Lee Give me your tool to him I said; 1798 The Complaint But they to me no joy can give, of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Idiot Boy He seems, I think, the reins to give; 1798 The Idiot Boy (His very words I give to you,) 1798 The last of Do this; how can we give to you, the Flock 1798 The Thorn I'll give you the best help I can: 1798 Lines written We'll give to idleness. at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed 1798 Lines written One moment now may give us more at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed 1798 Lines written We'll give to idleness. at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed GIVEN 1798 Old Man Long patience has such mild composure given, travelling 1798 The Female Now coldly given, now utterly refused. Vagrant 1798 The last of Though little given to care and thought, the Flock GIVES 1798 The Idiot Boy The clock gives warning for eleven; GLAD 1798 Goody Blake Right glad was he when he beheld her: and Harry Gill 1798 The Mad Mother But nay, my heart is far too glad; 1798 The Idiot Boy And Betty listens, glad to hear it. 1798 The Idiot Boy The little pony glad may be, 1798 Lines written And their glad animal movements all gone by,) a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 We are seven --Her beauty made me glad. GLADE 1798 The Female In depth of forest glade, when jocund June Vagrant GLADLY 1798 Simon Lee And at the word right gladly he 1798 The Idiot Boy Susan I'd gladly stay with you. 1798 The Thorn But if you'd gladly view the spot, GLANCING 1798 Lines left The stone-chat, or the glancing sand-piper; upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite GLEAM 1798 The Female And Murder, by the ghastly gleam, and Rape Vagrant 1798 Lines written And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam, near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening GLEAMS 1798 The Complaint In sleep I heard the northern gleams; of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 Lines written And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams a few miles above Tintern Abbey GLEE 1798 The Female Of feet still bustling round with busy glee, Vagrant 1798 Simon Lee And no man was so full of glee; 1798 The Idiot Boy His heart it was so full of glee, GLIDE 1798 Lines written Glide gently, thus for ever glide, near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening 1798 Lines written Glide gently, thus for ever glide, near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening 1798 Lines written Oh glide, fair stream! for ever so; near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening 1798 Lines written Remembrance! as we glide along, near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening GLIDING 1798 The Female And on the gliding vessel Heaven and Ocean smiled. Vagrant GLIMMER'D 1798 The Female Glimmer'd our dear-loved home, alas! no longer ours! Vagrant GLIMMERING 1798 The Idiot Boy His glimmering eyes that peep and doze; GLITTERING 1798 The Female In the calm sunshine slept the glittering main. Vagrant GLOOM 1798 Goody Blake His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow, and Harry Gill 1798 Lines written But, heedless of the following gloom, near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening GLOOMY 1798 The Female We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep Vagrant 1798 The Female The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match, Vagrant 1798 Lines left In solitude.--Stranger! these gloomy boughs upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite 1798 Lines written The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, a few miles above Tintern Abbey GLORY 1798 The Idiot Boy Of Johnny's wit and Johnny's glory. 1798 The Idiot Boy --Thus answered Johnny in his glory, GOBLIN 1798 The Idiot Boy It is no goblin, 'tis no ghost, GOBLIN'S 1798 The Idiot Boy To the dark cave, the goblin's hall, GOD 1798 Goody Blake To God that is the judge of all. and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake God! who art never out of hearing, and Harry Gill 1798 The Female Bidding me trust in God, he stood and prayed,-- Vagrant 1798 The Idiot Boy With, God forbid it should be true! 1798 The Idiot Boy Oh God forbid! poor Susan cries. 1798 The Idiot Boy That God poor Susan's life would spare, 1798 The last of God cursed me in my sore distress, the Flock 1798 We are seven Till God released her of her pain, GOING 1798 Old Man Sir! I am going many miles to take travelling 1798 The Idiot Boy And now that Johnny is just going, 1798 The Idiot Boy What can I do? says Betty, going, GOLD 1798 The Female Supplied, to him were more than mines of gold. Vagrant 1798 The Female But, when he had refused the proffered gold, Vagrant 1798 The Idiot Boy Your pony's worth his weight in gold, GONE 1798 The Female Poor Father! gone was every friend of thine. Vagrant 1798 The Mad Mother For him that's gone and far away. 1798 The Mad Mother --Where art thou gone my own dear child? 1798 The Complaint When ye were gone my limbs were stronger, of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Complaint My friends, when you were gone away. of a forsaken Indian Woman 1798 The Idiot Boy That till full fifty yards were gone, 1798 The Idiot Boy But now that time is gone and past. 1798 The Idiot Boy That happy time all past and gone, 1798 The Idiot Boy I must be gone, I must away. 1798 The Idiot Boy Perhaps he's gone along the dell, 1798 The Idiot Boy By this the stars were almost gone, 1798 The last of I wished they all were gone: the Flock 1798 Lines written And their glad animal movements all gone by,) a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 We are seven And two are gone to sea. 1798 We are seven And two are gone to sea, GOOD 1798 Expostulation To me my good friend Matthew spake, and Reply 1798 Goody Blake Good duffle grey, and flannel fine; and Harry Gill 1798 The Female My father was a good and pious man, Vagrant 1798 The Female And afterwards, by my good father taught, Vagrant 1798 The Mad Mother It came at once to do me good; 1798 Simon Lee You're overtasked, good Simon Lee, 1798 The Idiot Boy Good Betty! put him down again; 1798 The Idiot Boy For her good neighbour, Susan Gale, 1798 The Idiot Boy Her pony, that is mild and good, 1798 The Idiot Boy But Betty, poor good woman! she, 1798 The Idiot Boy Good Susan tell me, and I'll stay; 1798 The Idiot Boy Good Betty go, good Betty go, 1798 The Idiot Boy Good Betty go, good Betty go, 1798 The Idiot Boy The pony he is mild and good, 1798 The Idiot Boy Why stand you thus Good Betty Foy? 1798 The last of For me it never did me good. the Flock 1798 The Tables Of moral evil and of good, turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject 1798 The Thorn Gave with a maiden's true good will 1798 Lines written On that best portion of a good man's life; a few miles above Tintern Abbey GOODY 1798 Goody Blake Auld Goody Blake was old and poor, and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake 'Twas a hard time for Goody Blake. and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake Than an old hedge to Goody Blake? and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake This trespass of old Goody Blake, and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake He watch'd to seize old Goody Blake. and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake He softly creeps--'Tis Goody Blake, and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake Stick after stick did Goody pull, and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake And sprang upon poor Goody Blake. and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake Then Goody, who had nothing said, and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake Thus on her knees did Goody pray, and Harry Gill 1798 Goody Blake Of Goody Blake and Harry Gill. and Harry Gill GORSE 1798 The Idiot Boy Among the fern or in the gorse; GOT 1798 The Idiot Boy What he has got upon his back. 1798 The Idiot Boy And now she's got into the town, GRACEFUL 1798 Anecdote for And graceful in his rustic dress! Fathers GRASS 1798 The Female My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied; Vagrant 1798 The Idiot Boy The grass you almost hear it growing, 1798 The Thorn The grass it shook upon the ground; 1798 Lines written And grass in the green field. at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed GRATING 1798 The Female No plough their sinews strained; on grating road Vagrant 1798 Lines written Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power a few miles above Tintern Abbey GRATITUDE 1798 Simon Lee Alas! the gratitude of men GRAVE 1798 The Female Thrice happy! That from him the grave did hide Vagrant 1798 The Thorn An infant's grave was half so fair. 1798 The Thorn That's like an infant's grave in size, 1798 The Thorn The heap that's like an infantĘs grave, 1798 We are seven Together round her grave we played, GRAVES 1798 We are seven Their graves are green, they may be seen, GRAZED 1798 The last of As sweet a flock as ever grazed! the Flock GREAT 1798 The Idiot Boy In great and small, in round and square, GREEDY 1798 The Female My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay; Vagrant GREEN 1798 Anecdote for At Kilve's smooth shore by the green sea, Fathers 1798 Anecdote for For here are woods and green-hills warm; Fathers 1798 Anecdote for For Kilve by the green sea. Fathers 1798 The Female 'Mid the green mountains many and many a song Vagrant 1798 The Female Green fields before us and our native shore, Vagrant 1798 The Mad Mother And on the green-wood stone, 1798 The Idiot Boy He shakes the green bough in his hand. 1798 The Idiot Boy The green bough's motionless and dead; 1798 The Idiot Boy In bush and brake, in black and green, 1798 The Idiot Boy A green-grown pond she just has pass'd, 1798 The Idiot Boy Yon valley, that's so trim and green, 1798 The Tables Through all the long green fields has spread, turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject 1798 The Thorn Of olive-green and scarlet bright, 1798 The Thorn Green, red, and pearly white. 1798 The Thorn While yet the summer-leaves were green, 1798 Lines written Nor, with their green and simple hue, disturb a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written The wild green landscape. Once again I see a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written From this green earth; of all the mighty world a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written And this green pastoral landscape, were to me a few miles above Tintern Abbey 1798 Lines written And grass in the green field. at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addresssed 1798 We are seven Their graves are green, they may be seen,