|
FAR...............133 |
Ah, no! |
far |
happier, nobler was his fate! |
Written on the Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison, Line 8 |
And keep that fiend Despondence |
far |
aloof. |
To Hope, Line 12 |
When lovely Titania was |
far |
, far away, |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 27 |
When lovely Titania was far, |
far |
away, |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 27 |
'Mong the light skimming gondolas |
far |
parted, |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 15 |
But 'tis impossible; |
far |
different cares |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 17 |
Sweeter by |
far |
than Hybla's honied roses |
Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs, Line 10 |
No, no! this is |
far |
off:- then how shall I |
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem, Line 31 |
And smiles at the |
far |
clearness all around, |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 7 |
'Tis the |
far |
-fam'd, the brave Sir Gondibert, |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 122 |
Clear was the song from Philomel's |
far |
bower; |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 154 |
Mysterious, wild, the |
far |
heard trumpet's tone; |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 156 |
The silver clouds, |
far |
- far away to leave |
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve, Line 4 |
The silver clouds, far - |
far |
away to leave |
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve, Line 4 |
I thought the garden-rose it |
far |
excell'd: |
To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses, Line 10 |
On the |
far |
depth where sheeted lightning plays; |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 6 |
Fly from all sorrowing |
far |
, far away; |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 20 |
Fly from all sorrowing far, |
far |
away; |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 20 |
All that's reveal'd from that |
far |
seat of blisses, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 47 |
But richer |
far |
posterity's award. |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 68 |
|
Far |
from the narrow bounds of thy dominions. |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 106 |
On heap'd up flowers, in regions clear, and |
far |
; |
On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour, Line 2 |
Art thou most lovely? When gone |
far |
astray |
To G.A.W., Line 3 |
To a loud hymn, that sounds |
far |
, far away |
To Kosciusko, Line 13 |
To a loud hymn, that sounds far, |
far |
away |
To Kosciusko, Line 13 |
In a green island, |
far |
from all men's knowing? |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 6 |
'Twere better |
far |
to hide my foolish face? |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 272 |
|
Far |
round the horizon's crystal air to skim, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 17 |
So haply when I rove in some |
far |
vale, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 55 |
A lamb strayed |
far |
a-down those inmost glens, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 69 |
There shot a golden splendour |
far |
and wide, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 350 |
|
Far |
off, the shadows of his pinions dark, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 674 |
Richer entanglements, enthralments |
far |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 798 |
|
Far |
as the slabbed margin of a well, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 870 |
Stiff-holden shields, |
far |
-piercing spears, keen blades, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 9 |
Who, thus |
far |
, discontent, has dared to tread, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 36 |
A wooded cleft, and, |
far |
away, the blue |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 75 |
Tawny and gold, ooz'd slowly from |
far |
lands |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 114 |
I've been thy guide; that thou must wander |
far |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 123 |
Imagination's struggles, |
far |
and nigh, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 155 |
My love's |
far |
dwelling. Though the playful rout |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 179 |
'Twas |
far |
too strange, and wonderful for sadness; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 219 |
Curves hugely: now, |
far |
in the deep abyss, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 232 |
His bosom grew, when first he, |
far |
away, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 244 |
To search it inwards; whence |
far |
off appear'd, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 259 |
But |
far |
from such companionship to wear |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 291 |
Disparted, and |
far |
upward could be seen |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 517 |
Of those dusk places in times |
far |
aloof |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 625 |
A vaulted dome like heaven's, |
far |
bespread |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 631 |
Of noises |
far |
away?- list!"- Hereupon |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 915 |
Yet few of these |
far |
majesties, ah, few! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 34 |
O Moon! |
far |
-spooming Ocean bows to thee, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 70 |
Cynthia! where art thou now? What |
far |
abode |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 72 |
|
Far |
had he roam'd, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 119b |
How |
far |
beyond!" At this a surpris'd start |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 187 |
He saw |
far |
in the concave green of the sea |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 191 |
|
Far |
as Egyptian Nile. My passion grew |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 407 |
Am I, that thou may'st plainly see how |
far |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 450 |
Thus went that beautiful multitude, nor |
far |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 818 |
Of one fair palace, that |
far |
far surpass'd, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 847 |
Of one fair palace, that far |
far |
surpass'd, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 847 |
|
Far |
as the mariner on his highest mast |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 866 |
Of lucid depth the floor, and |
far |
outspread |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 879 |
Was there |
far |
strayed from mortality. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 1007 |
Towards a crystal bower |
far |
away. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 1018 |
Phoebe is fairer |
far |
- O gaze no more:- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 57 |
And thought to leave her |
far |
away behind; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 175 |
|
Far |
from the earth away - unseen, alone, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 350 |
Descry a favourite hamlet faint and |
far |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 397 |
Where those eyes are the brightest |
far |
that keep |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 541 |
Some enemy: |
far |
forth his bow is bent |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 598 |
But when I came to feel how |
far |
above |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 741 |
|
Far |
wandering, they were perforce content |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 766 |
Our friends will all be there from nigh and |
far |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 835 |
|
Far |
under-ground, a sleeper meets his friends |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 894 |
The vesper hymn, |
far |
swollen, soft and full, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 967 |
They vanish'd |
far |
away!- Peona went |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 1002 |
Fair plumed syren, queen of |
far |
-away! |
On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again, Line 2 |
After some beauty veiled |
far |
-away, |
Extracts from an Opera, [first section] Line 4 |
Then there's a little wing, |
far |
from the sun, |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 45 |
Too |
far |
into the sea; where every maw |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 94 |
And so from happiness I |
far |
was gone. |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 98 |
The breath of Winter comes from |
far |
away, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 250 |
Light hether-bells may tremble then, but they are |
far |
away; |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 13 |
That I have so |
far |
panted, tugg'd, and reek'd |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, MRS. C-, Line 2 |
So |
far |
into your bosom - gentle maid |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, MRS. C-, Line 36 |
Held by the finest spirits fitter |
far |
|
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 56 |
Wisdom, though fled |
far |
away. |
Bards of passion and of mirth, Line 36 |
Behind a broad hall-pillar, |
far |
beyond |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 94 |
Alone with her good angels, |
far |
apart |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 142 |
The kettle-drum, and |
far |
-heard clarionet, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 259 |
Beyond a mortal man impassion'd |
far |
|
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 316 |
|
Far |
as the bishop's garden wall, |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 43 |
|
Far |
sunken from the healthy breath of morn, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 2 |
|
Far |
from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 3 |
While |
far |
within each aisle and deep recess, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 196 |
|
Far |
from her moon had Phoebe wandered; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 30 |
Not |
far |
hence Atlas; and beside him prone |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 73 |
Caught infant-like from the |
far |
-foamed sands. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 172 |
As Heaven and Earth are fairer, fairer |
far |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 206 |
So |
far |
her voice flow'd on, like timorous brook |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 300 |
And all the headlong torrents |
far |
and near, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 364 |
To my home, |
far |
, far in west, |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, ZEPHYR, Line 45 |
To my home, far, |
far |
in west, |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, ZEPHYR, Line 45 |
|
Far |
in the west where the May-cloud lowers, |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, BREAMA, Line 97 |
O latest born and loveliest vision |
far |
|
Ode to Psyche, Line 24 |
Yet even in these days so |
far |
retir'd |
Ode to Psyche, Line 40 |
|
Far |
, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees |
Ode to Psyche, Line 54 |
Far, |
far |
around shall those dark-cluster'd trees |
Ode to Psyche, Line 54 |
Fade |
far |
away, dissolve, and quite forget |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 21 |
All breathing human passion |
far |
above, |
Ode on a Grecian Urn, Line 28 |
So |
far |
yourself. But what is this to me |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 56 |
Yet be that hour |
far |
off; and may he live, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 32 |
Who sung |
far |
different notes into mine ears. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 42 |
I see how |
far |
the slander is abroad. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 41 |
And I, my liege, by |
far |
. |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Auranthe, Line 4b |
You |
far |
outstrip my spleen in this affair. |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 99 |
My evidence cannot be |
far |
away; |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 161 |
To pray thee |
far |
away! Conrad, go! go!- |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 6 |
These lids, I see |
far |
fiercer brilliances,- |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 44 |
Mulciber's columns gleam in |
far |
piazzian line. |
Lamia, Part I, Line 212 |
To thy |
far |
wishes will thy streams obey: |
Lamia, Part I, Line 262 |
If 'twas too |
far |
that night for her soft feet. |
Lamia, Part I, Line 343 |
Of scent, not |
far |
from roses. Turning round, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 24 |
Then to the west I look'd, and saw |
far |
off |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 87 |
"Apollo! faded, |
far |
flown Apollo! |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 204 |
|
Far |
sunken from the healthy breath of morn, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 295 |
|
Far |
from the fiery noon, and eve's one star. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 296 |
While, |
far |
within each aisle and deep recess, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 40 |
Ravish'd away |
far |
from her dear countree; |
The Jealousies, Line 77 |
|
Far |
in the west a mighty fire broke out- |
The Jealousies, Line 677 |
I met, |
far |
gone in liquor, that old man, |
The Jealousies, Line 786 |
So |
far |
so well,- |
The Jealousies, Line 787b |
|
FARCE.............1 |
A pet-lamb in a sentimental |
farce |
! |
Ode on Indolence, Line 54 |
|
FARE..............9 |
Should he upon an evening ramble |
fare |
|
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 55 |
And I have many miles on foot to |
fare |
. |
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there, Line 4 |
Were swelling for summer |
fare |
; |
God of the golden bow, Line 28 |
Faint |
fare |
-thee-wells, and sigh-shrilled adieus!- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 690 |
He rose in silence, and once more 'gan |
fare |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 118 |
Let us ay love each other; let us |
fare |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 626 |
A dull-eyed Argus watching for a |
fare |
; |
The Jealousies, Line 249 |
Eban then paid his |
fare |
, and tiptoe went |
The Jealousies, Line 262 |
For ever |
fare |
thee well!"- and then he fell |
The Jealousies, Line 611 |
|
FARED.............2 |
Enquire of friends and kinsfolk; how they |
fared |
|
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 18 |
Over the solitary hills he |
fared |
, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 233 |
|
FARES.............1 |
Say, how |
fares |
the Prince? |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE IV, Physician, Line 46b |
|
FARETH............1 |
Now |
fareth |
he, that o'er the vast beneath |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 240 |
|
FAREWEL...........7 |
|
farewel |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Preface, paragraph5 |
Bear up against it: so |
farewel |
, sad sigh; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 974 |
But, a poor Naiad, I guess not. |
Farewel |
! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 129 |
Cathedrals call'd. He bade a loth |
farewel |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 626 |
The eagle landed him, and |
farewel |
took. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 669 |
My head, and kiss death's foot. Love! love, |
farewel |
! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 275 |
Are cloudy phantasms. Caverns lone, |
farewel |
! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 651 |
|
FAREWELL..........24 |
Just when the sun his |
farewell |
beam has darted: |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 16 |
And can I ever bid these joys |
farewell |
? |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 122 |
And bade the sun |
farewell |
, and joy'd his fill. |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 80 |
That it enforc'd me to bid sad |
farewell |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 238 |
To all my empire: |
farewell |
sad I took, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 239 |
O shadows! 'twas a time to bid |
farewell |
! |
Ode on Indolence, Line 49 |
|
Farewell |
! I yet have visions for the night, |
Ode on Indolence, Line 57 |
This is to wake in Paradise! |
farewell |
, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 90 |
I bicker not with her,- bid her |
farewell |
! |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Albert, Line 150 |
'Twill not be Gersa's fault. Otho, |
farewell |
! |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 151 |
Gersa, |
farewell |
! |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 157a |
From Gersa's tents. |
Farewell |
, old Ethelbert. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 199 |
|
Farewell |
! |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 115a |
|
Farewell |
! and by these tears believe, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 115b |
|
Farewell |
! |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 146b |
Nothing, Sigifred. |
Farewell |
! |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Albert, Line 62b |
We'll meet upon our subject. |
Farewell |
, Count! |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Albert, Line 63 |
|
Farewell |
! |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 150a |
Take |
farewell |
too of worldly vanities. |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 173 |
|
Farewell |
! |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 10a |
|
Farewell |
! For this heaven pardon you! |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 10b |
Come on! |
Farewell |
my kingdom, and all hail |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE III, Stephen, Line 9 |
|
Farewell |
! farewell! and if for ever! still |
The Jealousies, Line 610 |
Farewell! |
farewell |
! and if for ever! still |
The Jealousies, Line 610 |
|
FARMS.............1 |
Anger our huntsmen: Breather round our |
farms |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 283 |
|
FARRE.............1 |
In crimpid shroude |
farre |
under grounde; |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 102 |
|
FARTHER...........2 |
Her beauty |
farther |
than the falcon spies; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 20 |
No |
farther |
than to where old Saturn's feet |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 320 |
|
FARTHEST..........1 |
Red-Crag, there lies beneath my |
farthest |
toe |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 48 |
|
FARTHING..........1 |
At every |
farthing |
quadrille dance." |
Not Aladdin magian, Line 55 |
|
FASHION...........7 |
To occupy me wholly, and to |
fashion |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 976 |
Pipes will I |
fashion |
of the syrinx flag, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 686 |
When every childish |
fashion |
|
Lines on Seeing a Lock of Milton's Hair, Line 22 |
To cutters and to |
fashion |
boats, |
Not Aladdin magian, Line 51 |
In monkish |
fashion |
! |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 84 |
Cannot I form? Cannot I |
fashion |
forth |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 142 |
From forth the loftiest |
fashion |
of his sleep |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 3 |
|
FASHION'D.........2 |
By thee were |
fashion'd |
to the self-same end; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 161 |
Cheeks |
fashion'd |
tenderly on either side, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 66 |
|
FASHIONABLY.......1 |
For giving way, so over |
fashionably |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 106 |
|
FASHIONING........1 |
A lively prelude, |
fashioning |
the way |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 492 |
|
FAST..............14 |
Unto our souls, and bound to us so |
fast |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 31 |
Even to a moment's filling up, and |
fast |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 489 |
As hour-glass sand,- and |
fast |
, as you might see |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 815 |
Thee the waves awful bow. |
Fast |
, stubborn rock, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 946 |
From the |
fast |
mouldering head there shut from view: |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 430 |
But the forgotten eye is still |
fast |
wedded to the ground- |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 21 |
Yet be the anchor e'er so |
fast |
, room is there for a prayer |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 45 |
And 'tween the curtains peep'd, where, lo!- how |
fast |
she slept. |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 252 |
|
Fast |
withereth too. |
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, Line 12 |
|
Fast |
fading violets cover'd up in leaves; |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 47 |
Than thus |
fast |
limed in a cursed snare, |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Albert, Line 7 |
|
Fast |
by the springs where she to bathe was wont, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 17 |
More grievous torment than a hermit's |
fast |
:- |
Lamia, Part II, Line 4 |
He'll let me sleep, seeing I |
fast |
and pray. |
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone, Line 14 |
|
FASTENS...........1 |
Then each on a leg or thigh |
fastens |
. |
The Gothic looks solemn, Line 18 |
|
FAT...............4 |
And plenty of |
fat |
deer for parsons; |
The Gothic looks solemn, Line 15 |
Not over |
fat |
|
There was a naughty boy, Line 77 |
By following |
fat |
elbows up a court. |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 19 |
Black stain'd with the |
fat |
vintage, as it were |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 124 |
|
FATAL.............1 |
Left me dead-drifting to that |
fatal |
power. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 417 |
|
FATE..............33 |
So with the horrors past thou'lt win thy happier |
fate |
. |
On Peace, Line 14 |
Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy |
fate |
! |
Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate, Line 1 |
Ah, no! far happier, nobler was his |
fate |
! |
Written on the Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison, Line 8 |
Whene'er the |
fate |
of those I hold most dear |
To Hope, Line 19 |
Heroic deeds, and sung of |
fate |
, |
Ode to Apollo, Line 4 |
A |
fate |
more pleasing, a delight more true |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 4 |
Musing on Milton's |
fate |
- on Sydney's bier- |
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve, Line 10 |
The Poet wept at her so piteous |
fate |
, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 201 |
In ministring the potent rule of |
fate |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 366 |
Severe before me: persecuting |
fate |
! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 1006 |
Aye, 'bove the withering of old-lipp'd |
Fate |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 29 |
My life away like a vast sponge of |
fate |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 349 |
How have I dwelt in fear of |
fate |
: 'tis done- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 1023 |
Your lutes, and gentler |
fate |
?- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 221 |
For ever: let our |
fate |
stop here - a kid |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 633 |
His |
fate |
most goddess-like. Help me, I pray, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 844 |
If it were heaven's will, on our sad |
fate |
." |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 976 |
Withheld me first; and then decrees of |
fate |
; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 990 |
When in an eye thou art, alive with |
fate |
! |
Blue!- 'Tis the life of heaven - the domain, Line 14 |
I thought some |
Fate |
with pleasure or with strife |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 331 |
O let me then my hapless |
fate |
bewail! |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, MRS. C-, Line 10 |
Safe on the lowly ground, she bless'd her |
fate |
|
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, Line 73 |
While |
Fate |
seem'd strangled in my nervous grasp? |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 105 |
Against these plagues he strove in vain; for |
Fate |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 96 |
And hither came, to see how dolorous |
fate |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 240 |
I leave it all to |
fate |
- to any thing! |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 2 |
Thy |
fate |
. Your safety I have bought to-day |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 141 |
I wait for you with horses. Choose your |
fate |
. |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 149 |
'Tis with |
fate |
. |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE III, Gonfrid, Line 13c |
The silent-blessing |
fate |
, warm cloister'd hours, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 148 |
Fain would I know the great usurper's |
fate |
. |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE II, Glocester, Line 8 |
That |
Fate |
, cross-purposing, should let her be |
The Jealousies, Line 76 |
Poor Elfinan! whose cruel |
fate |
was such, |
The Jealousies, Line 125 |
|
FATE'S............1 |
And then 'twere pity, but |
fate's |
gentle shears |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 580 |
|
FATED.............5 |
Of Poesy. Ill- |
fated |
, impious race! |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 201 |
Along his |
fated |
way. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 119a |
Thou art commission'd to this |
fated |
spot |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 298 |
And |
fated |
to excel us, as we pass |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 214 |
Thy |
fated |
hour. That thou hadst power to do so |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 143 |
|
FATES.............4 |
Scowl on, ye |
fates |
! until the firmament |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 120 |
Endymion said: "Are not our |
fates |
all cast? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 901 |
'Tis true I had no corns - no! thank the |
fates |
, |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, MRS. C-, Line 17 |
Forestall the |
fates |
; have you not learnt that yet? |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 38 |
|
FATHER............27 |
Of the omnipotent |
Father |
, cleavest the air, |
As from the darkening gloom a silver dove, Line 12 |
I leave them as a |
father |
does his son. |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 404 |
Before the serene |
father |
of them all |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 929 |
"O |
Father |
, I am here the simplest voice, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 252 |
O |
Father |
, and O Brethren, had ye felt |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 296 |
For lo! 'tis for the |
Father |
of all verse. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 13 |
Yet, for all this, I never saw a |
father |
|
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 103 |
A |
father |
his son's debtor, or to heal |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 38 |
How the relationship of |
father |
and son |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 98 |
|
Father |
and son each other repossess. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 36 |
I dare not. 'Twould pollute so good a |
father |
! |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 99 |
My |
father |
, none! |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 105a |
You not less a perplexing noble |
father |
. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 113 |
Make not your |
father |
blind before his time; |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 122 |
Aye, |
father |
;- but the fire in my sad breast |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 136 |
Good morrow, holy |
father |
! I have had |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 118 |
Your blessing, |
father |
! Sweet Erminia, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 145 |
Yes, |
Father |
Ethelbert, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 147b |
Holy |
father |
, you must not. |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, First Voice, Line 55b |
Otho! thou |
father |
of the people call'd, |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 118 |
Your generous |
father |
, most illustrious Otho, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 61 |
Thy |
father |
,- almost mine. |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 113a |
Out of his sight a |
father |
whom he loves; |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE IV, Physician, Line 22 |
My |
father |
keeps away. Good friend - ah! Sigifred?- |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 110 |
For my |
father |
? |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 138a |
Then, |
father |
, I will lead your legions forth, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 161 |
Where is your hand, |
father |
?- what sultry air! |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 193 |
|
FATHER'S..........10 |
Old ditties sigh above their |
father's |
grave; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 788 |
A |
father's |
ears with tidings of his son. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Auranthe, Line 70 |
As to my |
father's |
board I will return. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 153 |
Curling, like spaniels, round my |
father's |
feet. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 82 |
Who doubly loathes a |
father's |
tyranny; |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 96 |
And there it is my |
father's |
iron lips |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 115 |
In your great |
father's |
nature, as you were. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 46 |
Is then a |
father's |
countenance a Gorgon? |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE IV, Otho, Line 12 |
Certes, a |
father's |
smile should, like sunlight, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 117 |
What is it? By your |
father's |
love, I sue |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Otho, Line 152 |
|
FATHOM............3 |
Than sighs could |
fathom |
, or contentment reach: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 395 |
Thee heave to airy sleep from |
fathom |
dreams- |
To Ailsa Rock, Line 6 |
My eyes to |
fathom |
the space every way; |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 82 |
|
FATHOMING.........1 |
Swift as a |
fathoming |
plummet down he fell |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 662 |
|
FATHOMLESS........1 |
Of a wide outlet, |
fathomless |
and dim, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 272 |
|
FATHOMS...........2 |
Who dives three |
fathoms |
where the waters run |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 639 |
She |
fathoms |
eddies, and runs wild about |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 87 |
|
FATIGUED..........3 |
|
Fatigued |
he sinks into some pleasant lair |
To one who has been long in city pent, Line 6 |
Her soothed limbs, and soul |
fatigued |
away; |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 238 |
And ever watchful with |
fatigued |
eye; |
Ode on Indolence, Line 27 |
|
FATTED............1 |
'Stead of one |
fatted |
calf, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 129b |
|
FATTENING.........1 |
And |
fattening |
his silver gill. |
For there's Bishop's Teign, Line 12 |
|
FAULT.............1 |
'Twill not be Gersa's |
fault |
. Otho, farewell! |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 151 |
|
FAULTER...........1 |
O kindly muse! let not my weak tongue |
faulter |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 128 |
|
FAULTERING........1 |
About his large dark locks, and |
faultering |
spake: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 291 |
|
FAULTS............2 |
The subtlest excuser of small |
faults |
; |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 10 |
Pour'd out a phial of wrath upon my |
faults |
? |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 50 |
|
FAULTURE..........1 |
Seem'd but the |
faulture |
of decrepit things |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 70 |
|
FAUN..............1 |
"Thou, to whom every |
faun |
and satyr flies |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 263 |
|
FAUNS.............5 |
Then there were |
fauns |
and satyrs taking aim |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 360 |
To catch a glimpse of |
Fauns |
, and Dryades |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 153 |
Came waggish |
fauns |
, and nymphs, and satyrs stark, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 534 |
Frighted away the Dryads and the |
Fauns |
|
Lamia, Part I, Line 5 |
Of Satyrs, |
Fauns |
, and blear'd Silenus' sighs. |
Lamia, Part I, Line 103 |
|
FAVONIAN..........1 |
Such calm |
favonian |
burial! |
Ah! woe is me! poor Silver-wing, Line 11 |
|
FAVOR.............1 |
And much in the Emperor's |
favor |
. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Captain, Line 17a |
|
FAVORED...........1 |
"That I am |
favored |
for unworthiness, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 182 |
|
FAVORITE..........6 |
Let the sweet mountain nymph thy |
favorite |
be, |
On Peace, Line 8 |
No - none of these can from my |
favorite |
bear |
To the Ladies Who Saw Me Crown'd, Line 12 |
Under her |
favorite |
bower's quiet shade, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 437 |
Now I am Otho's |
favorite |
, his dear friend, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 43 |
To admiration. But to be a |
favorite |
- |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 46 |
For your right noble names, like |
favorite |
tunes, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Albert, Line 126 |
|
FAVOUR............10 |
|
Favour |
this gentle youth; his days are wild |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 549 |
|
Favour |
from thee, and so I kisses gave |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 739 |
And now your |
favour |
makes me but more humble; |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Auranthe, Line 25 |
But, as a |
favour |
, bid me from thy presence; |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 110 |
Of |
favour |
with my sire than I can have. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 29 |
And ta'en his |
favour |
. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Sigifred, Line 62a |
As though my hopes of |
favour |
had been whole. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 75 |
Punish me not with |
favour |
. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 103a |
The pledge of |
favour |
, that he not suspect |
The Jealousies, Line 191 |
To scrape a little |
favour |
, 'gan to coax |
The Jealousies, Line 698 |
|
FAVOURABLE........1 |
Is a good symptom, and most |
favourable |
; |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE IV, Physician, Line 58 |
|
FAVOURED..........2 |
Will put choice honey for a |
favoured |
youth: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 211 |
ALBERT, a Knight, |
favoured |
by Otho |
Otho the Great, Dramatis Personae, 4 |
|
FAVOURING.........1 |
When some ethereal and high- |
favouring |
donor |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 437 |
|
FAVOURITE.........1 |
Descry a |
favourite |
hamlet faint and far. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 397 |
|
FAVOURITE'S.......1 |
Of sorrow for her tender |
favourite's |
woe, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 291 |
|
FAVOURS...........1 |
So keeping up an interchange of |
favours |
, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 85 |
|
FAWN..............2 |
Anxious as hind towards her hidden |
fawn |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 43 |
For loving Conrad, see you |
fawn |
on him. |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 175 |
|
FAWNS.............2 |
From round its gentle stem; let the young |
fawns |
, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 256 |
Brows'd by none but Dian's |
fawns |
; |
Bards of passion and of mirth, Line 12 |
|
FAY...............8 |
And on his back a |
fay |
reclined voluptuously. |
Imitation of Spenser, Line 18 |
This canopy mark: 'tis the work of a |
fay |
; |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 25 |
Which every elf and |
fay |
had come to see: |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 28 |
While little harps were touch'd by many a lyric |
fay |
. |
The Jealousies, Line 36 |
To a cold dullard |
fay |
,- ah, woe betide! |
The Jealousies, Line 167 |
A |
fay |
of colour, slave from top to toe, |
The Jealousies, Line 182 |
Cut off my ears and hands, or head too, by my |
fay |
! |
The Jealousies, Line 468 |
"But how shall I account, illustrious |
fay |
! |
The Jealousies, Line 533 |
|
FAYS..............5 |
The windows as if latch'd by |
fays |
and elves- |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 50 |
And be liege-lord of all the Elves and |
Fays |
, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 121 |
Twilight for the |
fays |
to sleep. |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, ZEPHYR, Line 55 |
Cluster'd around by all her starry |
Fays |
; |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 37 |
So brightly, they put all our |
fays |
to shame!- |
The Jealousies, Line 386 |
|
FEALTY............1 |
Which bards in |
fealty |
to Apollo hold. |
On First Looking into Chapman's Homer, Line 4 |
|
FEAR..............48 |
Looks out upon the winds with glorious |
fear |
: |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 128 |
Shapes of delight, of mystery, and |
fear |
, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 138 |
Fresh morning gusts have blown away all |
fear |
|
To a Young Lady Who Sent Me a Laurel Crown, Line 1 |
Of virgin bloom paled gently for slight |
fear |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 189 |
Made fiercer by a |
fear |
lest any part |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 845 |
"O Arethusa, peerless nymph! why |
fear |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 936 |
A dewy balm upon them!- |
fear |
no more, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 983 |
I tried in |
fear |
the pinions of my will. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 390 |
A sight too fearful for the feel of |
fear |
: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 496 |
Of colour'd phantasy; for I |
fear |
'twould trouble |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 642 |
How have I dwelt in |
fear |
of fate: 'tis done- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 1023 |
Towards common thoughts and things for very |
fear |
; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 896 |
Has our delaying been; but foolish |
fear |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 989 |
To be fill'd with worldly |
fear |
. |
God of the meridian, Line 8 |
A |
fear |
in the poor herdsman who doth bring |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 63 |
Thy hand by unwelcome pressing, would not |
fear |
|
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 62 |
With love, and kept all phantom |
fear |
aloof |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 290 |
|
Fear |
of gout |
There was a naughty boy, Line 49 |
Softly tell her not to |
fear |
|
Ah! woe is me! poor Silver-wing, Line 10 |
So saying, she hobbled off with busy |
fear |
. |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 181 |
Noiseless as |
fear |
in a wide wilderness, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 250 |
The Ape for very |
fear |
began to dance, |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 48 |
There was a listening |
fear |
in her regard, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 37 |
Amaz'd and full of |
fear |
; like anxious men |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 198 |
Art thou, too, near such doom? vague |
fear |
there is: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 327 |
Now I behold in you |
fear |
, hope, and wrath; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 332 |
Of rage, of |
fear |
, anxiety, revenge, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 94 |
There to remain for ever, as I |
fear |
: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 255 |
Doth |
fear |
to meet the sea: but sea it met, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 302 |
|
Fear |
not that your watry hair |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, ZEPHYR, Line 56 |
Of |
fear |
and weakness, and a hollow state. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 178 |
Hast thou no |
fear |
of hangmen, or the faggot? |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 59 |
The sleepy thunder? Hast no sense of |
fear |
? |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 84 |
For, in the healing of one wound, I |
fear |
|
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 149 |
My gentle Ludolph, harbour not a |
fear |
; |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 195 |
Unseen conduct him to me: but I |
fear |
|
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 23 |
My echo, my taught parrot! but I |
fear |
|
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 40 |
I am safe! Coward! why am I in |
fear |
? |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 102 |
Go,- I |
fear |
thee! I tremble every limb, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 3 |
I do |
fear |
his brain. |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE III, Sigifred, Line 16b |
Humour him to the height. I |
fear |
to go; |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE IV, Physician, Line 52 |
I |
fear |
me he is past my skill. |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Physician, Line 174a |
Set her before me - never |
fear |
I can strike. |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 182 |
Muffling his face, of greeting friends in |
fear |
, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 362 |
There was a listening |
fear |
in her regard, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 339 |
Amaz'd, and full of |
fear |
; like anxious men |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 42 |
In stouter hearts than nurse's |
fear |
and dread: |
The Jealousies, Line 68 |
|
Fear |
not, quake not, and as good wine recruits |
The Jealousies, Line 358 |
|
FEAR'D............3 |
In sacred custom, that he well nigh |
fear'd |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 258 |
At thy |
fear'd |
trident shrinking, doth unlock |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 947 |
Up which he had not |
fear'd |
the antelope; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 792 |
|
FEAR'ST...........1 |
|
Fear'st |
thou not my fury, monk? |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 237b |
|
FEARED............1 |
Tremble and quake to death,- he |
feared |
less |
The Jealousies, Line 340 |
|
FEARFUL...........19 |
Tells to my |
fearful |
breast a tale of sorrow, |
To Hope, Line 20 |
And mourn the |
fearful |
dearth of human kindness |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 62 |
Coming sometimes like |
fearful |
claps of thunder, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 27 |
Of flowers, and |
fearful |
from its loveliness, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 78 |
The darkness,- loneliness,- the |
fearful |
thunder; |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 148 |
Arcadian Pan, with such a |
fearful |
dread. |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 158 |
Sickens our |
fearful |
ewes; and we have had |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 218 |
I became loth and |
fearful |
to alight |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 583 |
Felt too, I was not |
fearful |
, nor alone, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 645 |
Into the |
fearful |
deep, to hide his head |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 217 |
Those two sad streams adown a |
fearful |
dell. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 1009 |
A sight too |
fearful |
for the feel of fear: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 496 |
Through the wide forest - a most |
fearful |
tone, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 323 |
Some |
fearful |
end must be: where, where is it? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 478 |
Keep |
fearful |
and aloof from his last gaze, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 13 |
What |
fearful |
whispering!- See, see,- Gersa there! |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, First Lady, Line 13 |
Her |
fearful |
sobs, self-folding like a flower |
Lamia, Part I, Line 138 |
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with |
fearful |
roar, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 13 |
Throughout, as |
fearful |
the whole charm might fade. |
Lamia, Part II, Line 124 |
|
FEARFULLY.........4 |
Therefore, great bard, I not so |
fearfully |
|
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem, Line 55 |
Singing alone, and |
fearfully |
,- how the blood |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 727 |
Unless it did, though |
fearfully |
, espy |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 856 |
Than the death-day of empires. |
Fearfully |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 34 |
|
FEARING...........1 |
|
Fearing |
to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 306 |
|
FEARINGLY.........1 |
He did; not with cold wonder |
fearingly |
, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 247 |
|
FEARLESS..........4 |
Like this of mine, then would I |
fearless |
turn |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 962 |
|
Fearless |
for power of thought, without thine aid?- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 361 |
Awake! arise! my love, and |
fearless |
be, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 350 |
In |
fearless |
yet in aching ignorance? |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 107 |
|
FEARS.............14 |
Above the ingrate world and human |
fears |
. |
Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate, Line 12 |
Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its |
fears |
,- |
To My Brother George (sonnet), Line 6 |
For she's to read a tale of hopes, and |
fears |
; |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 97 |
Yet dry them up, in bidding hence all |
fears |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 475 |
With immortality, who |
fears |
to follow |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 212 |
Sent me by sad Vertumnus, when his |
fears |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 445 |
Long time in silence did their anxious |
fears |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 733 |
Doff all sad |
fears |
, thou white deliciousness, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 1000 |
Cold as my |
fears |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 187 |
When I have |
fears |
that I may cease to be |
When I have fears that I may cease to be, Line 1 |
Nurture besides, and life, from human |
fears |
, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 429 |
She hurried at his words, beset with |
fears |
, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 352 |
Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my |
fears |
|
To Fanny, Line 9 |
Whereat, to calm their |
fears |
, he promised soon |
The Jealousies, Line 24 |
|
FEAST.............20 |
|
Feast |
them upon the wideness of the sea; |
On the Sea, Line 10 |
|
Feast |
on, and meanwhile I will let thee know |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 454 |
My lips to thine, that they may richly |
feast |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 771 |
Could rouse from that fine relish, that high |
feast |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 554 |
"Who, who from Dian's |
feast |
would be away? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 563 |
Sounded tempests to the |
feast |
|
Robin Hood, Line 8 |
Quickly on this |
feast |
-night: by the tambour frame |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 174 |
The courtliest inviter to a |
feast |
; |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 9 |
Of Mars, and all the soldiery shall |
feast |
|
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 132 |
To fetch King Gersa to the |
feast |
. |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Sigifred, Line 47b |
Now all my empire, barter'd for one |
feast |
, |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 31 |
In my |
feast |
; my injury is all my own, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 136 |
Her dream, with |
feast |
and rioting to blend; |
Lamia, Part I, Line 214 |
The Adonian |
feast |
; whereof she saw no more, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 320 |
To share our marriage |
feast |
and nuptial mirth?" |
Lamia, Part II, Line 91 |
So canopied, lay an untasted |
feast |
|
Lamia, Part II, Line 132 |
Thus loaded with a |
feast |
the tables stood, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 189 |
Pour'd on his hair, they all mov'd to the |
feast |
|
Lamia, Part II, Line 195 |
Of moss, was spread a |
feast |
of summer fruits, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 29 |
Who now, with greedy looks, eats up my |
feast |
? |
To Fanny, Line 17 |
|
FEASTED...........1 |
And, as I |
feasted |
on its fragrancy, |
To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses, Line 9 |
|
FEASTS............2 |
When 'mid acclaim, and |
feasts |
, and garlands gay, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 888 |
Of |
feasts |
and music, and all idle shows |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE IV, Chester, Line 52 |
|
FEATHER...........5 |
Would seem a |
feather |
to the mighty prize. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 592 |
Lethe's weed, and Hermes' |
feather |
, |
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Line 2 |
An' light as |
feather |
. |
Ah! ken ye what I met the day, Line 40 |
A |
feather |
on the sea, |
To Fanny, Line 37 |
Shed a quill- |
feather |
from my larboard wing- |
The Jealousies, Line 713 |
|
FEATHER'D.........10 |
To that same |
feather'd |
lyrist, who straightway, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 432 |
Of |
feather'd |
Indian darts about, as through |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 881 |
Foot- |
feather'd |
Mercury appear'd sublime |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 331 |
They stung the |
feather'd |
horse: with fierce alarm |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 555 |
Two liquid pulse streams 'stead of |
feather'd |
wings, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 583 |
Young |
feather'd |
tyrant! by a swift decay |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 730 |
Which saves a sick man from the |
feather'd |
pall |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 268 |
Robs not one light seed from the |
feather'd |
grass, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 9 |
But eagles golden- |
feather'd |
, who do tower |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 226 |
Robs not one light seed from the |
feather'd |
grass, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 313 |
|
FEATHERS..........13 |
Or the |
feathers |
from a crow, |
Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, Line 11 |
That on the window spreads its |
feathers |
light, |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 44 |
For when no more he spreads his |
feathers |
free, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 137 |
But sip, and twitter, and their |
feathers |
sleek; |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 89 |
Of moulted |
feathers |
, touchwood, alder chips, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 882 |
His spreaded |
feathers |
to the morrow chill, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 389 |
Their ample |
feathers |
, are in slumber dead,- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 402 |
The owl, for all his |
feathers |
, was a-cold; |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 2 |
No one to see my Persian |
feathers |
toss, |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 12 |
As Hermes once took to his |
feathers |
light, |
As Hermes once took to his feathers light, Line 1 |
"Fair Hermes, crown'd with |
feathers |
, fluttering light, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 68 |
The God on half-shut |
feathers |
sank serene, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 123 |
Those moulted |
feathers |
, and so mount once more |
What can I do to drive away, Line 20 |
|
FEATHERY..........5 |
Who from the |
feathery |
gold of evening lean;- |
To My Brother George (sonnet), Line 4 |
Though |
feathery |
clouds were floating all along |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 10 |
The eagle's |
feathery |
mane |
God of the golden bow, Line 15 |
Beside the |
feathery |
whizzing of the shaft, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 333 |
To meet his rosy child, with |
feathery |
sails, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 379 |
|
FEATUR'D..........1 |
And hopeful |
featur'd |
. Ha! by heaven you weep! |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 85 |
|
FEATURE...........1 |
An image, huge of |
feature |
as a cloud, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 88 |
|
FEATURES..........10 |
The placid |
features |
of a human face: |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 89 |
And then their |
features |
started into smiles |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 150 |
The glorious |
features |
of the bards who sung |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 356 |
His |
features |
were so lifeless. Suddenly |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 220 |
When, looking up, he saw her |
features |
bright |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 199 |
A pallid gleam across his |
features |
stern: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 349 |
Let me look well: your |
features |
are the same, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 39 |
More calm; his |
features |
are less wild and flush'd; |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE IV, Gersa, Line 47 |
His |
features |
:- Lycius! wherefore did you blind |
Lamia, Part I, Line 373 |
Whose carved |
features |
wrinkled as he fell, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 225 |
|
FED...............7 |
Or |
fed |
too much with cloying melody- |
On the Sea, Line 12 |
A mighty forest; for the moist earth |
fed |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 64 |
Where |
fed |
the herds of Pan: ay great his gains |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 78 |
Still |
fed |
by melting ice, he takes a draught- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 535 |
And so she ever |
fed |
it with thin tears, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 425 |
Quarrel with the proud forests it hath |
fed |
, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 218 |
A censer |
fed |
with myrrh and spiced wood, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 176 |
|
FEDDEST...........1 |
Of supreme darkness which thou |
feddest |
on |
O thou whose face hath felt the winter's wind, Line 6 |
|
FEE...............3 |
Too many sighs give we to them in |
fee |
, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 91 |
More than my love, and these wide realms in |
fee |
? |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 3 |
"Venus won't stir a peg without a |
fee |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 298 |
|
FEEBLE............8 |
Gaunt, wither'd, sapless, |
feeble |
, cramp'd, and lame. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 638 |
"Ah! why wilt thou affright a |
feeble |
soul? |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 154 |
For I am slow and |
feeble |
, and scarce dare |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 176 |
Some mourning words, which in our |
feeble |
tongue |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 49 |
Look up, and tell me if this |
feeble |
shape |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 98 |
Tell him how |
feeble |
is that tyranny, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 97 |
Some mourning words, which in our |
feeble |
tongue |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 351 |
Weak as the reed - weak - |
feeble |
as my voice- |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 428 |
|
FEEBLENESS........2 |
This crawl'd through life in |
feebleness |
, |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 31 |
O, O, the pain, the pain of |
feebleness |
. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 429 |
|
FEEBLEST..........1 |
In trembling dotage to the |
feeblest |
fright |
Lamia, Part II, Line 283 |
|
FEEBLY............2 |
|
Feebly |
she laugheth in the languid moon, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 127 |
Of the sky children."- So he |
feebly |
ceas'd, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 438 |
|
FEED..............11 |
|
Feed |
upon apples red, and strawberries, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 103 |
Let us |
feed |
and feed. |
Hither, hither, love, Line 4 |
Let us feed and |
feed |
. |
Hither, hither, love, Line 4 |
To hear the speckled thrushes, and see |
feed |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 485 |
And thou shalt |
feed |
them from the squirrel's barn. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 694 |
Though he would ofttimes |
feed |
on gillyflowers rare. |
Character of C.B., Line 18 |
How to |
feed |
fierce the crooked stings of fire, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 329 |
Go |
feed |
on icicles, while we |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, SALAMANDER, Line 91 |
For winds to kiss and grateful bees to |
feed |
, |
On Fame ("How fever'd is the man"), Line 10 |
And |
feed |
deep, deep upon her peerless eyes. |
Ode on Melancholy, Line 20 |
Even as the worm doth |
feed |
upon the nut, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 158 |
|
FEEDETH...........1 |
And |
feedeth |
still, more comely than itself? |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 219 |
|
FEEDING...........2 |
For I have long time been my fancy |
feeding |
|
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 80 |
|
Feeding |
from her white fingers, on the wind |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 278 |
|
FEEDS.............4 |
Delight it; for it |
feeds |
upon the burrs, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 244 |
Lifts its sweet head into the air, and |
feeds |
|
Sleep and Poetry, Line 250 |
The greater on the less |
feeds |
evermore:- |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 95 |
Make lean and lank the starv'd ox while he |
feeds |
; |
What can I do to drive away, Line 41 |
|
FEEL..............83 |
Who cannot |
feel |
for cold her tender feet, |
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem, Line 14 |
To |
feel |
the beauty of a silent eve, |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 3 |
Gladdening in the free, and airy |
feel |
|
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 139 |
To |
feel |
no other breezes than are blown |
Happy is England! I could be content, Line 3 |
Yet do I sometimes |
feel |
a languishment |
Happy is England! I could be content, Line 5 |
With after times.- The patriot shall |
feel |
|
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 73 |
Full joy I |
feel |
, while thus I cleave the air, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 107 |
I |
feel |
delighted, still, that you should read them. |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 118 |
To |
feel |
the air that plays about the hills, |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 90 |
Yet |
feel |
I little of the cool bleak air, |
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there, Line 5 |
What 'tis I mean, and |
feel |
his being glow: |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 44 |
Upon some mountain-top until I |
feel |
|
Sleep and Poetry, Line 50 |
|
Feel |
all about their undulating home. |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 380 |
We |
feel |
the safety of a hawthorn glade: |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 130 |
So that we |
feel |
uplifted from the world, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 139 |
So did he |
feel |
, who pull'd the boughs aside, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 151 |
Who |
feel |
their arms, and breasts, and kiss and stare, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 229 |
Still, still they toll, and I should |
feel |
a damp, |
Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition, Line 9 |
Takes as a long lost right the |
feel |
of May, |
After dark vapours have oppressed our plains, Line 6 |
I, that do ever |
feel |
athirst for glory, |
This pleasant tale is like a little copse, Line 11 |
Pan is no longer sought, I |
feel |
a free, |
To Leigh Hunt, Esq., Line 12 |
I'll |
feel |
my heaven anew, |
Unfelt, unheard, unseen, Line 17 |
|
feel |
sensible are not of such completion as to warrant their passing the press; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Preface, paragraph2 |
Nor do we merely |
feel |
these essences |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 25 |
To |
feel |
this sun-rise and its glories old. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 106 |
He said: "I |
feel |
this thine endearing love |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 466 |
|
Feel |
we these things?- that moment have we stept |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 795 |
Aye, such a breathless honey- |
feel |
of bliss |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 903 |
Yet, in our very souls, we |
feel |
amain |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 12 |
To make us |
feel |
existence, and to shew |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 158 |
The deadly |
feel |
of solitude: for lo! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 284 |
Look full upon it |
feel |
anon the blue |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 543 |
Yet still I |
feel |
immortal! O my love, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 686 |
Why not for ever and for ever |
feel |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 744 |
Full well I |
feel |
thou wouldst not leave me. Still |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 751 |
Sweet Arethusa! Dian's self must |
feel |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 984 |
|
Feel |
palpitations when thou lookest in: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 53 |
The while they |
feel |
thine airy fellowship. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 55 |
He might have died: but now, with cheered |
feel |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 139 |
Now I begin to |
feel |
thine orby power |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 180 |
I know thine inmost bosom, and I |
feel |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 293 |
Would let me |
feel |
their scales of gold and green, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 344 |
To |
feel |
distemper'd longings: to desire |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 375 |
For these I know thou canst not |
feel |
a drouth, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 395 |
A sight too fearful for the |
feel |
of fear: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 496 |
Have mercy, Goddess! Circe, |
feel |
my prayer!' |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 554 |
I die - I hear her voice - I |
feel |
my wing-" |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 1012 |
I |
feel |
my heart is cut for them in twain." |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 97 |
Thou art my executioner, and I |
feel |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 111 |
Shall |
feel |
the other half so utterly!- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 310 |
Even when I |
feel |
as true as innocence? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 474 |
The grass; I |
feel |
the solid ground - Ah, me! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 622 |
But when I came to |
feel |
how far above |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 741 |
O |
feel |
as if it were a common day; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 820 |
The |
feel |
of not to feel it, |
In drear nighted December, Line 21 |
The feel of not to |
feel |
it, |
In drear nighted December, Line 21 |
Because I |
feel |
my forehead hot and flush'd- |
Lines on Seeing a Lock of Milton's Hair, Line 34 |
And when I |
feel |
, fair creature of an hour, |
When I have fears that I may cease to be, Line 9 |
Till I |
feel |
in the brain |
Hence burgundy, claret, and port, Line 9 |
They could not sit at meals but |
feel |
how well |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 5 |
"I know what was, I |
feel |
full well what is, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 313 |
Thy beauty grows upon me, and I |
feel |
|
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 319 |
Blockhead, d'ye hear - Blockhead, I'll make her |
feel |
. |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 53 |
Or |
feel |
but faintly, |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 34 |
To |
feel |
for ever its soft swell and fall, |
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art, Line 11 |
Thea, I |
feel |
thee ere I see thy face; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 96 |
O let him |
feel |
the evil he hath done; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 332 |
What sorrow thou canst |
feel |
; for I am sad |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 69 |
|
Feel |
curs'd and thwarted, when the liegeless air |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 92 |
Not till this moment did I ever |
feel |
|
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 92 |
Annuls all |
feel |
of kindred. What is son,- |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 63 |
And his letter. Caitiff, he shall |
feel |
- |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Albert, Line 70 |
He shall |
feel |
what it is to have the hand |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Albert, Line 271 |
I |
feel |
her gnawing here!- Let her but vanish, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 160 |
I |
feel |
it possible. |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 173b |
Who |
feel |
the giant agony of the world; |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 157 |
That I am none I |
feel |
, as vultures feel |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 191 |
That I am none I feel, as vultures |
feel |
|
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 191 |
And let me |
feel |
that warm breath here and there |
What can I do to drive away, Line 52 |
|
Feel |
, feel my pulse, how much in love I am; |
The Jealousies, Line 400 |
Feel, |
feel |
my pulse, how much in love I am; |
The Jealousies, Line 400 |
When the time comes, don't |
feel |
the least alarm; |
The Jealousies, Line 520 |
About you,- |
feel |
your pockets, I command,- |
The Jealousies, Line 601 |
|
FEEL'T............1 |
These lips to |
feel't |
on this soft ivory! |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 18 |
|
FEELEST...........1 |
Amongst them? |
Feelest |
not a kindred pain, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 62 |
|
FEELING...........9 |
Over the genius loving heart, a |
feeling |
|
To George Felton Mathew, Line 9 |
Is a full harvest whence to reap high |
feeling |
; |
To Kosciusko, Line 2 |
produced, it is not without a |
feeling |
of regret that I make it public. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Preface, paragraph1 |
punishment: but no |
feeling |
man will be forward to inflict it: he will leave me |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Preface, paragraph3 |
To answer; |
feeling |
well that breathed words |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 712 |
|
Feeling |
about for its old couch of space |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 336 |
Said he, "will all this gush of |
feeling |
pass |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 681 |
Old Angela was |
feeling |
for the stair, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 191 |
|
Feeling |
, with careful toe, for every stair, |
The Jealousies, Line 308 |
|
FEELINGLY.........1 |
But there were some who |
feelingly |
could scan |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 178 |
|
FEELINGS..........3 |
Trust to my |
feelings |
, and write you a letter. |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 104 |
That all her |
feelings |
should be set at nought, |
The Jealousies, Line 78 |
No, no, you never could my |
feelings |
probe |
The Jealousies, Line 409 |
|
FEELS.............13 |
He |
feels |
a moisture on his cheek, and blesses |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 90 |
And oftentimes he |
feels |
the dewy drops |
This pleasant tale is like a little copse, Line 5 |
It |
feels |
Elysian, how rich to me, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 315 |
Endymion |
feels |
it, and no more controls |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 545 |
And Tellus |
feels |
his forehead's cumbrous load. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 71 |
Too well awake, he |
feels |
the panting side |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 440 |
Of new-born woe it |
feels |
more inly smart: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 519 |
As |
feels |
a dreamer what doth most create |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 889 |
Man |
feels |
the gentle anchor pull and gladdens in its strength. |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 40 |
Where even the robin |
feels |
himself exil'd, |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 6 |
Which he who breathes |
feels |
warning of his death, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 23 |
Borne upon wings,- and very pleased she |
feels |
|
The Jealousies, Line 593 |
' Where is his Majesty?' No person |
feels |
|
The Jealousies, Line 781 |
|
FEET..............66 |
Sparkled his jetty eyes; his |
feet |
did show |
Imitation of Spenser, Line 16 |
Which the emerald waves at your |
feet |
gladly threw. |
To Some Ladies, Line 24 |
There, beauteous Emma, I'll sit at thy |
feet |
, |
O come, dearest Emma!, Line 11 |
Light |
feet |
, dark violet eyes, and parted hair; |
Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Line 15 |
The dew by fairy |
feet |
swept from the green, |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 26 |
Who cannot feel for cold her tender |
feet |
, |
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem, Line 14 |
Made him delay to let their tender |
feet |
|
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 85 |
While at our |
feet |
, the voice of crystal bubbles |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 137 |
Upheld on ivory wrists, or sporting |
feet |
: |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 156 |
To what high fane?- Ah! see her hovering |
feet |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 624 |
Our |
feet |
were soft in flowers. There was store |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 665 |
To cheer itself to Delphi. Still his |
feet |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 82 |
Dost thou now lave thy |
feet |
and ankles white? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 325 |
An unseiz'd heaven dying at his |
feet |
; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 464 |
Above, around, and at his |
feet |
; save things |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 121 |
Of weeds were cold beneath his cold thin |
feet |
; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 195 |
When at my |
feet |
emerg'd an old man's hand, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 669 |
What! if from thee my wandering |
feet |
had swerv'd, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 716 |
Such ranges of white |
feet |
, and patient lips |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 739 |
At Neptune's |
feet |
he sank. A sudden ring |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 1013 |
And lost in pleasure at her |
feet |
he sinks, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 418 |
And a large flint-stone weighs upon my |
feet |
; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 299 |
New to the |
feet |
, although the tale a hundred times be told: |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 6 |
When weary |
feet |
forget themselves upon a pleasant turf, |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 9 |
While the surges washed his |
feet |
|
Not Aladdin magian, Line 13 |
Here are the craggy stones beneath my |
feet |
; |
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud, Line 10 |
Fell her kirtle to her |
feet |
, |
Fancy, Line 87 |
O what could it grieve for? Its |
feet |
were tied |
I had a dove, and the sweet dove died, Line 3 |
Sweet little red |
feet |
! why would you die? |
I had a dove, and the sweet dove died, Line 5 |
Though your |
feet |
are more light than a fairy's feet, |
Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear, Line 5 |
Though your feet are more light than a fairy's |
feet |
, |
Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear, Line 5 |
With whispers hush and shuffling |
feet |
, |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 21 |
Who as they walk abroad make tinkling with their |
feet |
. |
Character of C.B., Line 27 |
No further than to where his |
feet |
had stray'd, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 16 |
Saturn, sleep on! while at thy |
feet |
I weep." |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 71 |
A soft and silken mat for Saturn's |
feet |
. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 82 |
And the sad Goddess weeping at his |
feet |
: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 88 |
This passion lifted him upon his |
feet |
, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 135 |
Crept gradual, from the |
feet |
unto the crown, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 260 |
In midst of all lay Themis, at the |
feet |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 77 |
Some started on their |
feet |
; some also shouted; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 111 |
His bright |
feet |
touch'd, and there he stay'd to view |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 368 |
Spurn the green turf as hateful to my |
feet |
? |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 94 |
I cannot see what flowers are at my |
feet |
, |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 41 |
Curling, like spaniels, round my father's |
feet |
. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 82 |
Thou leadest me,- whether thy white |
feet |
press, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 25 |
To Otho's |
feet |
! |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE II, Albert, Line 2a |
At whose white |
feet |
the languid Tritons poured |
Lamia, Part I, Line 15 |
Ah, what a world of love was at her |
feet |
! |
Lamia, Part I, Line 21 |
She tastes unseen; unseen her nimble |
feet |
|
Lamia, Part I, Line 96 |
If 'twas too far that night for her soft |
feet |
. |
Lamia, Part I, Line 343 |
Ran the dark veins, that none but |
feet |
divine |
Lamia, Part I, Line 385 |
Whose slender |
feet |
wide-swerv'd upon the soft |
Lamia, Part II, Line 178 |
By minist'ring slaves, upon his hands and |
feet |
, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 193 |
Upon the marble at my |
feet |
there lay |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 72 |
At level of whose |
feet |
an altar slept, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 89 |
Cried I, with act adorant at her |
feet |
, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 283 |
No farther than to where old Saturn's |
feet |
|
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 320 |
Saturn, sleep on, while at thy |
feet |
I weep." |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 371 |
A soft and silken mat for Saturn's |
feet |
. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 381 |
And the sad Goddess weeping at his |
feet |
; |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 387 |
And that fair kneeling Goddess at his |
feet |
. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 403 |
And seen her enemies havock'd at her |
feet |
. |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE II, Second Captain, Line 23 |
Laid a remonstrance at his Highness' |
feet |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 20 |
"Certes, monsieur were best take to his |
feet |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 257 |
At this great Caesar started on his |
feet |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 496 |
|
FEIGN.............1 |
With all the gardener Fancy e'er could |
feign |
, |
Ode to Psyche, Line 62 |
|
FEIGNING..........1 |
|
Feigning |
a sleep; and he to the dull shade |
Lamia, Part II, Line 104 |
|
FELICITOUS........1 |
Of even mould, |
felicitous |
and smooth; |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 65 |
|
FELICITY..........3 |
His soul will 'scape us - O |
felicity |
! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 763 |
Yes, moonlight Emperor! |
felicity |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 776 |
Their green |
felicity |
- |
In drear nighted December, Line 4 |
|
FELICITY'S........1 |
My strange love came - |
Felicity's |
abyss! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 176 |
|
FELL..............42 |
Which |
fell |
profusely from the rose-tree stem! |
Imitation of Spenser, Line 33 |
Of those who in the cause of freedom |
fell |
; |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 66 |
The hand of Brutus, that so grandly |
fell |
|
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 71 |
Be moved for days from whence it sometime |
fell |
, |
On the Sea, Line 7 |
And then I |
fell |
asleep. Ah, can I tell |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 572 |
|
Fell |
into nothing - into stupid sleep. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 678 |
|
Fell |
sleek about him in a thousand folds- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 398 |
Her shadow |
fell |
upon his breast, and charm'd |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 527 |
Swift as a fathoming plummet down he |
fell |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 662 |
A huntress free in" - At this, sudden |
fell |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 1008 |
The penitent shower |
fell |
, as down he knelt |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 289 |
"That curst magician's name |
fell |
icy numb |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 555 |
All lovers, whom |
fell |
storms have doom'd to die |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 722 |
Death |
fell |
a weeping in his charnel-house. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 788 |
Behold!"- Two copious tear-drops instant |
fell |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 900 |
Fainting I |
fell |
into a bed of flowers, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 746 |
|
Fell |
sick within the rose's just domain, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 34 |
|
Fell |
thin as a young mother's, who doth seek |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 35 |
By gradual decay from beauty |
fell |
, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 256 |
Where, without any word, from stabs he |
fell |
. |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 296 |
|
Fell |
her kirtle to her feet, |
Fancy, Line 87 |
Rose-bloom |
fell |
on her hands, together prest, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 220 |
Upon a Sabbath day it |
fell |
; |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 1 |
He |
fell |
a snoring at a faery ball. |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 35 |
But where the dead leaf |
fell |
, there did it rest. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 10 |
That |
fell |
, one after one, yet all at once, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 283 |
With the self-same dews that |
fell |
|
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, ZEPHYR, Line 27 |
The morn was clouded, but no shower |
fell |
, |
Ode on Indolence, Line 45 |
That silent fury, whose |
fell |
scymitar |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Sigifred, Line 21 |
Which, being noble, |
fell |
to Gersa's lot. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 67 |
And bid our trumpets speak a |
fell |
rebuke |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 163 |
And |
fell |
into a swooning love of him. |
Lamia, Part I, Line 219 |
Then from amaze into delight he |
fell |
|
Lamia, Part I, Line 324 |
Whose carved features wrinkled as he |
fell |
, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 225 |
But where the dead leaf |
fell |
there did it rest: |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 314 |
Of boisterous Chester, whose |
fell |
truncheon now |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE I, Baldwin, Line 22 |
For signature:- somewhere the tempest |
fell |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 179 |
|
Fell |
on the sofa on his royal side. |
The Jealousies, Line 202 |
For ever fare thee well!"- and then he |
fell |
|
The Jealousies, Line 611 |
Too ripe, he |
fell |
, being puzzled in his head |
The Jealousies, Line 629 |
The Princess |
fell |
asleep, and, in her dream, |
The Jealousies, Line 710 |
For we have proved the mago never |
fell |
|
The Jealousies, Line 788 |
|
FELLOW............6 |
Their |
fellow |
huntsmen o'er the wide champaign |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 386 |
With every friend and |
fellow |
-woodlander- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 893 |
There are who lord it o'er their |
fellow |
-men |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 1 |
So fond, so beauteous was his bed- |
fellow |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 448 |
Good |
fellow |
, once again |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 5b |
On, |
fellow |
soldiers! Earl of Redvers, back! |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE I, Stephen, Line 34 |
|
FELLOW'S..........1 |
That |
fellow's |
voice, which plagues me worse than any, |
The Jealousies, Line 159 |
|
FELLOWS...........1 |
"Who love their |
fellows |
even to the death; |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 156 |
|
FELLOWSHIP........3 |
Our ready minds to |
fellowship |
divine, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 778 |
A |
fellowship |
with essence; till we shine, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 779 |
The while they feel thine airy |
fellowship |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 55 |
|
FELON.............1 |
As many a poor |
felon |
does not live to tell. |
The Jealousies, Line 180 |
|
FELT..............58 |
I should have |
felt |
a sweet relief, |
Fill for me a brimming bowl, Line 23 |
I should have |
felt |
"the joy of grief"! |
Fill for me a brimming bowl, Line 24 |
Between her breasts, that never yet |
felt |
trouble, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 91 |
At times, 'tis true, I've |
felt |
relief from pain |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 113 |
Through all that day I've |
felt |
a greater pleasure |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 115 |
Which, had I |
felt |
, these scribblings might have been |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 107 |
Then |
felt |
I like some watcher of the skies |
On First Looking into Chapman's Homer, Line 9 |
And all the clouds, and |
felt |
his bosom clean |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 42 |
Its gathering waves - ye |
felt |
it not. The blue |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 189 |
I gazed awhile, and |
felt |
as light, and free |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 23 |
So |
felt |
he, who first told, how Psyche went |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 141 |
What Psyche |
felt |
, and Love, when their full lips |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 143 |
One |
felt |
heart-certain that he could not miss |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 374 |
All I beheld and |
felt |
. Methought I lay |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 578 |
I |
felt |
upmounted in that region |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 641 |
|
Felt |
too, I was not fearful, nor alone, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 645 |
And, at that moment, |
felt |
my body dip |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 663 |
Like herded elephants; nor |
felt |
, nor prest |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 289 |
And he in loneliness: he |
felt |
assur'd |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 590 |
The solitary |
felt |
a hurried change |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 633 |
The little flowers |
felt |
his pleasant sighs |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 677 |
Thus spake he, and that moment |
felt |
endued |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 707 |
No, he had |
felt |
too much for such harsh jars: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 865 |
Against his pallid face: he |
felt |
the charm |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 105 |
Before that care-worn sage, who trembling |
felt |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 290 |
Can I admire how crystal-smooth it |
felt |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 383 |
Death |
felt |
it to his inwards: 'twas too much: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 787 |
|
Felt |
a high certainty of being blest. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 795 |
For the unhappy youth - Love! I have |
felt |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 72 |
On one, and |
felt |
himself in spleen to tame |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 346 |
He |
felt |
aloof the day and morning's prime- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 374 |
|
Felt |
not more tongue-tied than Endymion. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 444 |
But few have ever |
felt |
how calm and well |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 524 |
Hast thou |
felt |
so content: a grievous feud |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 547 |
Or |
felt |
but a great dream! O I have been |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 638 |
Of joy he might have |
felt |
. The spirit culls |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 782 |
His own particular fright, so these three |
felt |
: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 890 |
O thou whose face hath |
felt |
the winter's wind, |
O thou whose face hath felt the winter's wind, Line 1 |
|
Felt |
parting and warm meeting every week; |
To J.R., Line 2 |
Ah! this is holiday to what was |
felt |
|
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 359 |
Until her heart |
felt |
pity to the core |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 378 |
At last they |
felt |
the kernel of the grave, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 383 |
And seldom |
felt |
she any hunger-pain; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 468 |
Glow with the muse, but they are never |
felt |
|
Give me your patience, sister, while I frame, Line 12 |
Though an immortal, she |
felt |
cruel pain: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 44 |
They |
felt |
, but heard not, for the solid roar |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 7 |
|
Felt |
faint, and would have sunk among the rest, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 106 |
So that I |
felt |
a movement in my heart |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 267 |
O Father, and O Brethren, had ye |
felt |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 296 |
Those pains of mine; O Saturn, hadst thou |
felt |
, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 297 |
She |
felt |
the warmth, her eyelids open'd bland, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 141 |
Had |
felt |
the cold full sponge to pleasure press'd, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 192 |
And not a man but |
felt |
the terror in his hair. |
Lamia, Part II, Line 268 |
More yearning than on earth I ever |
felt |
|
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 39 |
So fine, so subtle, |
felt |
the tyranny |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 119 |
And when I clasp'd my hands I |
felt |
them not. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 131 |
Then said the veiled shadow - "Thou hast |
felt |
|
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 141 |
Though an immortal, she |
felt |
cruel pain; |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 346 |
|
FELTON............1 |
|
Felton |
! without incitements such as these, |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 72 |
|
FEMININE..........4 |
Upon some breast more lily- |
feminine |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 577 |
Though |
feminine |
, than any of her sons: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 55 |
Then thus again the brilliance |
feminine |
: |
Lamia, Part I, Line 92 |
Of accent |
feminine |
, so courteous." |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 215 |
|
FEN...............1 |
Not the discoloured poisons of a |
fen |
, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 22 |
|
FENDS.............1 |
So still obey the guiding hand that |
fends |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 574 |
|
FENNEL............1 |
With |
fennel |
green, and balm, and golden pines, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 575 |
|
FENNY.............1 |
Winding through palmy fern, and rushes |
fenny |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 80 |
|
FENS..............1 |
Sure of a bloody prey, seeing the |
fens |
|
King Stephen Act I, SCENE I, Second Knight, Line 14 |
|
FERMENT...........3 |
in a |
ferment |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Preface, paragraph4 |
That sullen |
ferment |
, which for wondrous ends |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 193 |
What discord is at |
ferment |
in this house? |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 273 |
|
FERMENTS..........1 |
What in thy brain so |
ferments |
to and fro."- |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 290 |
|
FERN..............3 |
Winding through palmy |
fern |
, and rushes fenny, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 80 |
And make the wild |
fern |
for a bed do? |
Over the hill and over the dale, Line 20 |
Woodlark may sing from sandy |
fern |
,- the sun may hear his lay; |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 14 |
|
FERRET............1 |
Terrier, |
ferret |
them out! Burn - burn the witch! |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 138 |
|
FERTILIZE.........1 |
Meant but to |
fertilize |
my earthly root, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 907 |
|
FERVENT...........1 |
Upon the |
fervent |
martyrdom; |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 116 |
|
FERVENTLY.........1 |
To dig more |
fervently |
than misers can. |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 368 |
|
FERVID............1 |
The |
fervid |
choir that lifted up a noise |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 173 |
|
FERVOUR...........1 |
With |
fervour |
seize their adamantine lyres, |
Ode to Apollo, Line 5 |
|
FESTIVAL..........4 |
That wondrous night: the great Pan- |
festival |
: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 897 |
Of triumph calm, and hymns of |
festival |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 128 |
'Tis late; the lights of |
festival |
are ever |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Sigifred, Line 49 |
Of triumph calm, and hymns of |
festival |
|
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 433 |
|
FESTIVALS.........2 |
And view the glory of their |
festivals |
: |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 36 |
Flared, here and there, from wealthy |
festivals |
, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 358 |
|
FESTIVE...........1 |
The boisterous, midnight, |
festive |
clarion, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 258 |
|
FESTIVITY.........1 |
From Cynthia's wedding and |
festivity |
? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 566 |
|
FETCH.............5 |
To |
fetch |
King Gersa to the feast. |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Sigifred, Line 47b |
|
Fetch |
me a missal, and a string of beads,- |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 97 |
Will they |
fetch |
from Imaus for my bride? |
The Jealousies, Line 164 |
" |
Fetch |
me that ottoman, and prithee keep |
The Jealousies, Line 427 |
"I |
fetch |
her!"- "Yes, an't like your Majesty; |
The Jealousies, Line 487 |
|
FETTER'D..........1 |
|
Fetter'd |
, in spite of pained loveliness; |
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, Line 3 |
|
FEUD..............6 |
Bring round the heart an undescribable |
feud |
; |
On Seeing the Elgin Marbles, Line 10 |
As bees gorge full their cells. And, by the |
feud |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 40 |
Hast thou felt so content: a grievous |
feud |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 547 |
There is sad |
feud |
among ye, and rebellion |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 321 |
Be cause of |
feud |
between us. See! he comes! |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 119 |
In |
feud |
with wolves and bears, when no eye saw |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Albert, Line 10 |
|
FEV'ROUS..........1 |
Will storm his heart, Love's |
fev'rous |
citadel: |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 84 |
|
FEVER.............7 |
A homeward |
fever |
parches up my tongue- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 319 |
He had a |
fever |
late, and in the fit |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 101 |
His eyes to |
fever |
out, his voice to cease. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 138 |
With anguish moist and |
fever |
dew, |
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, Line 10 |
The weariness, the |
fever |
, and the fret |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 23 |
From a man's little heart's short |
fever |
-fit; |
Ode on Indolence, Line 34 |
A |
fever |
of thyself - think of the earth; |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 169 |
|
FEVER'D...........7 |
The languid sick; it cool'd their |
fever'd |
sleep, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 223 |
My |
fever'd |
parchings up, my scathing dread |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 636 |
|
Fever'd |
his high conceit of such a bride, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 46 |
Of |
fever'd |
sadness, |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 64 |
Is persecuted more, and |
fever'd |
more, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 102 |
How |
fever'd |
is the man who cannot look |
On Fame ("How fever'd is the man"), Line 1 |
Or with one word |
fever'd |
you, gentle Prince, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 51 |
|
FEVERISH..........2 |
|
feverish |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Preface, paragraph2 |
Upon the time with |
feverish |
unrest- |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 244 |
|
FEVEROUS..........3 |
And elbow-deep with |
feverous |
fingering |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 54 |
Shows her a knife.- "What |
feverous |
hectic flame |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 348 |
With sanguine |
feverous |
boiling gurge of pulse. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 28 |
|
FEVERS............1 |
Sparkle with healthy |
fevers |
,- the Emperor |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 86 |
|
FEVROUS...........2 |
Lead me to those |
fevrous |
glooms, |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, DUSKETHA, Line 93 |
O kings and princes of this |
fevrous |
world, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 100 |
|
FEW...............29 |
A |
few |
of them have ever been the food |
How many bards gild the lapses of time, Line 2 |
For some |
few |
hours the coming solitude." |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 706 |
Upon the last |
few |
steps, and with spent force |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 925 |
Yet |
few |
of these far majesties, ah, few! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 34 |
Yet few of these far majesties, ah, |
few |
! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 34 |
|
Few |
, who with gorgeous pageantry enrobe |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 36 |
O Tartarus! but some |
few |
days agone |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 269 |
For moments |
few |
, a temperament as stern |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 473 |
Who in |
few |
minutes more thyself shalt see?- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 634 |
Will in a |
few |
short hours be nothing to me, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 113 |
But |
few |
have ever felt how calm and well |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 524 |
|
Few |
are there who escape these visitings- |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 13 |
For some |
few |
gasping moments; like a lance, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 269 |
Of heaven, and |
few |
ears |
Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia, Line 11 |
Scanty the hour and |
few |
the steps beyond the bourn of care, |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 29 |
Scanty the hour and |
few |
the steps, because a longer stay |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 31 |
continued for a |
few |
minutes before he thus began,) |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, MRS. C-, Line S.D. |
Or one of |
few |
of that imperial host |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 22 |
My pictures all Salvator's, save a |
few |
|
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 67 |
Your spleens with so |
few |
simple words as these? |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 321 |
The nightingale had ceas'd, and a |
few |
stars |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 36 |
Where palsy shakes a |
few |
, sad, last gray hairs, |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 25 |
A |
few |
days since, I was an open rebel,- |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 37 |
May in |
few |
hours make pleasures of them all. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Conrad, Line 80 |
So that, in moments |
few |
, she was undrest |
Lamia, Part I, Line 161 |
To a |
few |
paces; not at all surmised |
Lamia, Part I, Line 346 |
And a |
few |
Persian mutes, who that same year |
Lamia, Part I, Line 390 |
Will wither in |
few |
years, and vanish so |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 111 |
At those |
few |
words hung vast before my mind, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 307 |
|
FEZ...............1 |
From |
Fez |
; and spiced dainties, every one, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 269 |