|
FOSTER............4 |
And all ye gentle girls who |
foster |
up |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 209 |
O thou could'st |
foster |
me beyond the brink |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 306 |
Thou |
foster |
-child of silence and slow time, |
Ode on a Grecian Urn, Line 2 |
By great Apollo, thy dear |
foster |
child, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 286 |
|
FOSTER'D..........2 |
One that I |
foster'd |
in my youthful years: |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 98 |
These raven horses, though they |
foster'd |
are |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 398 |
|
FOSTERING.........1 |
But the God |
fostering |
her chilled hand, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 140 |
|
FOSTERS...........1 |
That |
fosters |
the droop-headed flowers all, |
Ode on Melancholy, Line 13 |
|
FOUGHT............4 |
And |
fought |
in an amorous nipping. |
O blush not so! O blush not so, Line 12 |
Where patriot battle has been |
fought |
, when glory had the gain; |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 2 |
That, after such a merry battle |
fought |
, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 14 |
The solitary warfare, |
fought |
for love |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Albert, Line 11 |
|
FOUGHTEN..........2 |
No, not a thousand |
foughten |
fields could sponge |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 44 |
|
Foughten |
long since by giant hierarchy |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 223 |
|
FOUL..............8 |
Fair and |
foul |
I love together; |
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Line 7 |
Him any mercy, in that mansion |
foul |
, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 89 |
Too cheerful for these |
foul |
pernicious days. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 121 |
|
Foul |
barbarian, cease; |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Conrad, Line 72b |
|
Foul |
, poisonous, malignant whisperings; |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 130 |
The earth would shudder at so |
foul |
a deed! |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 52 |
"Begone, |
foul |
dream!" he cried, gazing again |
Lamia, Part II, Line 271 |
Any |
foul |
play, or awkward murdering, |
The Jealousies, Line 192 |
|
FOULEST...........2 |
His memory, your direst, |
foulest |
shame? |
Lines Written on 29 May, Line 2 |
A long life in the |
foulest |
sink o' the world! |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 13 |
|
FOUND.............42 |
Had |
found |
white coursers prancing in the glen: |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 57 |
Who |
found |
for me the grandeur of the ode, |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 62 |
Sometimes I lost them, and then |
found |
again; |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 125 |
That in a little cottage I have |
found |
; |
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there, Line 10 |
Oft may be |
found |
a "singleness of aim," |
Addressed to Haydon, Line 6 |
Through its lone vales; and where I |
found |
a spot |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 75 |
They will be |
found |
softer than ring-dove's cooings. |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 64 |
In some delicious ramble, he had |
found |
|
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 165 |
Often 'tis in such gentle temper |
found |
|
On the Sea, Line 5 |
Through a dim passage, searching till he |
found |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 709 |
I |
found |
me; by my fresh, my native home. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 608 |
For each their old love |
found |
. A murmuring rose, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 824 |
On things for which no wording can be |
found |
; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 962 |
These brethren having |
found |
by many signs |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 161 |
And they had |
found |
Lorenzo's earthy bed; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 351 |
There he |
found |
|
There was a naughty boy, Line 96 |
As palmer's that with weariness mid-desert shrine hath |
found |
. |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 22 |
Child, I see thee! Child, I've |
found |
thee, |
'Tis the "witching time of night", Line 27 |
He |
found |
him in a little moonlight room, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 112 |
Though I have |
found |
, I will not rob thy nest |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 340 |
Down the wide stairs a darkling way they |
found |
.- |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 355 |
|
Found |
way unto Olympus, and made quake |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 146 |
|
Found |
way from forth the thunders round his head! |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 325 |
But for the main, here |
found |
they covert drear. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 32 |
Till on the level height their steps |
found |
ease: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 88 |
|
Found |
ourselves ruling new and beauteous realms. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 201 |
She |
found |
me roots of relish sweet, |
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, Line 25 |
And I awoke and |
found |
me here |
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, Line 43 |
Perhaps the self-same song that |
found |
a path |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 65 |
I |
found |
it in the tent, among some spoils |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 66 |
Your knights, |
found |
war-proof in the bloody field, |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Conrad, Line 34 |
Hard penalties against thee, if't be |
found |
|
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 114 |
It seems then, sir, you have |
found |
out the man |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 45 |
I |
found |
the stairs all dark, the lamps extinct, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Page, Line 118 |
In vain; the sweet nymph might nowhere be |
found |
, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 31 |
Until he |
found |
a palpitating snake, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 45 |
Too gentle Hermes, hast thou |
found |
the maid?" |
Lamia, Part I, Line 80 |
Or |
found |
them cluster'd in the corniced shade |
Lamia, Part I, Line 360 |
Supported him - no pulse, or breath they |
found |
, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 310 |
conjectures, |
found |
her out to be a serpent, a lamia; and that all her furniture |
Lamia, Keats's Footnote from Burton, |
What eyes are upward cast. As I had |
found |
|
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 271 |
With liquor and the staircase: verdict - |
found |
stone dead. |
The Jealousies, Line 630 |
|
FOUNDATIONS.......3 |
|
foundations |
are too sandy. It is just that this youngster should die away: a |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Preface, paragraph2 |
Has dived to its |
foundations |
, gulph'd it down, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 351 |
Its deep |
foundations |
, hissing into foam. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 948 |
|
FOUNDED...........1 |
|
Founded |
with many a mason-devil's groan. |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 48 |
|
FOUNT.............4 |
To take in draughts of life from the gold |
fount |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 656 |
Into those regions? The Morphean |
fount |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 747 |
The dashing |
fount |
pour'd on, and where its pool |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 133 |
Around thine aged top, and thy clear |
fount |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 722 |
|
FOUNTAIN..........2 |
When it flutters in sun-beams that shine through a |
fountain |
? |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 4 |
An endless |
fountain |
of immortal drink, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 23 |
|
FOUNTAIN'D........1 |
O |
fountain'd |
hill! Old Homer's Helicon! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 717 |
|
FOUNTAIN'S........2 |
Until it reached a splashing |
fountain's |
side |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 84 |
In the |
fountain's |
pebbly margin, and she stood |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 99 |
|
FOUNTAINS.........13 |
Of nymphs in woods, and |
fountains |
; and the shade |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 67 |
Taste their pure |
fountains |
. First the realm I'll pass |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 101 |
|
Fountains |
grotesque, new trees, bespangled caves, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 458 |
Of a thousand |
fountains |
, so that he could dash |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 604 |
Will stagnate all thy |
fountains |
:- tease me not |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 954 |
In courteous |
fountains |
to all cups outreach'd; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 926 |
To fan-like |
fountains |
,- thine illuminings |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 584 |
And |
fountains |
|
There was a naughty boy, Line 40 |
An' mossie |
fountains |
? |
Ah! ken ye what I met the day, Line 4 |
With the noise of |
fountains |
wond'rous, |
Bards of passion and of mirth, Line 7 |
To the torrid spouts and |
fountains |
|
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, DUSKETHA, Line 81 |
And panting |
fountains |
quivering with deep glows! |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 47 |
In neighbourhood of |
fountains |
, by the noise |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 22 |
|
FOUNTAINS'........1 |
Is, the clear |
fountains' |
interchanging kisses, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 48 |
|
FOUNTS............3 |
To these |
founts |
Protean, passing gulph, and dell, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 627 |
Why were they proud? Because their marble |
founts |
|
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 121 |
The rugged |
founts |
of the Peraean rills, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 176 |
|
FOUR..............20 |
|
Four |
laurell'd spirits, heaven-ward to intreat him. |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 58 |
Will I call the Graces |
four |
. |
Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, Line 40 |
O'er which bend |
four |
milky plumes |
Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, Line 53 |
Is made of the |
four |
seasons - manifest |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 295 |
His snorting |
four |
. Now when his chariot last |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 552 |
|
Four |
lily stalks did their white honours wed |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 408 |
With turrets crown'd. |
Four |
maned lions hale |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 643 |
A light as of |
four |
sunsets, blazing forth |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 877 |
Are visible above: the Seasons |
four |
,- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 421 |
|
Four |
seasons fill the measure of the year; |
Four seasons fill the measure of the year, Line 1 |
|
Four |
seasons are there in the mind of man. |
Four seasons fill the measure of the year, Line 2 |
And straight she'll run on |
four |
. |
All gentle folks who owe a grudge, Line 12 |
From morning, |
four |
o'clock, to twelve at noon, |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 10 |
Should look through |
four |
large windows, and display |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 28 |
Her silver seasons |
four |
upon the night, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 84 |
There those |
four |
shouted forth old Saturn's name; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 387 |
With kisses |
four |
. |
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, Line 32 |
Sorely she grieved, and wetted three or |
four |
|
The Jealousies, Line 82 |
Bivouac'd for |
four |
minutes on a cloud- |
The Jealousies, Line 686 |
At half-past |
four |
the morn essay'd to beam- |
The Jealousies, Line 708 |
|
FOURSCORE.........1 |
That |
fourscore |
|
There was a naughty boy, Line 107 |
|
FOURTH............2 |
"Philostratus, in his |
fourth |
book de Vita |
Lamia, Keats's Footnote from Burton, |
April the twenty- |
fourth |
,- this coming day, |
The Jealousies, Line 501 |
|
FOWL..............1 |
Ne cared he for fish, or flesh, or |
fowl |
, |
Character of C.B., Line 11 |
|
FOWLER............1 |
Henry the |
Fowler |
pass'd the streets of Prague. |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Albert, Line 16 |
|
FOWLS'............1 |
Give answer by thy voice, the sea |
fowls' |
screams! |
To Ailsa Rock, Line 2 |
|
FOX...............1 |
Startles the wild bee from the |
fox |
-glove bell. |
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Line 8 |
|
FOXES.............2 |
Fire-branded |
foxes |
to sear up and singe |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 7 |
Of squirrels, |
foxes |
shy, and antler'd deer, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 469 |
|
FOXES'............1 |
And to the windings in the |
foxes' |
hole, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 409 |
|
FOXGLOVES.........1 |
Large dock leaves, spiral |
foxgloves |
, or the glow |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 49 |
|
FRA...............2 |
|
Fra |
wind and raining- |
Ah! ken ye what I met the day, Line 26 |
|
Fra |
happy wedding, |
Ah! ken ye what I met the day, Line 42 |
|
FRAGILE...........3 |
A |
fragile |
dew-drop on its perilous way |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 86 |
There they discours'd upon the |
fragile |
bar |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 360 |
Thy |
fragile |
bones to unknown burial. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 599 |
|
FRAGMENT..........2 |
For what poor mortals |
fragment |
up, as mere |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 845 |
A |
Fragment |
of a Tragedy |
King Stephen Subtitle |
|
FRAGMENTS.........2 |
And scatter'd in his face some |
fragments |
light. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 774 |
Showering those powerful |
fragments |
on the dead. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 784 |
|
FRAGRANCE.........5 |
Mingled with |
fragrance |
from her rarest flowers: |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 32 |
The inward |
fragrance |
of each other's heart. |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 76 |
In |
fragrance |
soft, and coolness to the eye, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 210 |
Of |
fragrance |
, quietness, and trees, and flowers. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 264 |
In silken tents, and 'mid light |
fragrance |
dozed, |
The Jealousies, Line 692 |
|
FRAGRANCY.........1 |
And, as I feasted on its |
fragrancy |
, |
To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses, Line 9 |
|
FRAGRANT..........16 |
A |
fragrant |
wild, with Nature's beauty drest, |
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve, Line 7 |
Bay leaves were crackling in the |
fragrant |
pile, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 228 |
Of those same |
fragrant |
exhalations bred, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 435 |
Loosens her |
fragrant |
boddice; by degrees |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 229 |
Through bowers of |
fragrant |
and enwreathed light, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 219 |
And bracelets too, and |
fragrant |
zone; |
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, Line 18 |
|
Fragrant |
air! Delicious light! |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, ZEPHYR, Line 2 |
To my |
fragrant |
pallaces, |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, ZEPHYR, Line 49 |
'Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, |
fragrant |
-eyed, |
Ode to Psyche, Line 13 |
Her nostrils, small, |
fragrant |
, fairy-delicate; |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 70 |
And |
fragrant |
oils with ceremony meet |
Lamia, Part II, Line 194 |
Among the |
fragrant |
husks and berries crush'd, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 52 |
From whose white |
fragrant |
curtains thus I heard |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 106 |
Through bowers of |
fragrant |
and enwreathed light, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 55 |
Of |
fragrant |
curtain'd Love begins to weave |
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone, Line 11 |
About the |
fragrant |
plaitings of thy dress, |
The Jealousies, Line 170 |
|
FRAIL.............4 |
Would come in these like accents; O how |
frail |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 50 |
"Too |
frail |
of heart! for this lost nymph of thine, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 93 |
Inhabited her |
frail |
-strung heart as his. |
Lamia, Part I, Line 309 |
Would come in this-like accenting; how |
frail |
|
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 352 |
|
FRAILTY...........1 |
At war with all the |
frailty |
of grief, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 93 |
|
FRAME.............4 |
Give me your patience, sister, while I |
frame |
|
Give me your patience, sister, while I frame, Line 1 |
A tambour |
frame |
, with Venus sleeping there, |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 38 |
Quickly on this feast-night: by the tambour |
frame |
|
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 174 |
Fit appellation for this dazzling |
frame |
? |
Lamia, Part II, Line 89 |
|
FRAMER............1 |
Sounds which will reach the |
Framer |
of all things, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 39 |
|
FRANCONIA.........2 |
CONRAD, Duke of |
Franconia |
|
Otho the Great, Dramatis Personae, 3 |
Good |
Franconia |
, |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 26b |
|
FRANCONIA'S.......1 |
|
Franconia's |
fair sister, 'tis I mean. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 113 |
|
FRANCONIAN........1 |
Aye, and those turreted |
Franconian |
walls, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 102 |
|
FRANK.............1 |
|
Frank |
, open, generous; Albert I may trust. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 23 |
|
FRANKINCENSE......1 |
And gummy |
frankincense |
was sparkling bright |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 229 |
|
FRANKNESS.........1 |
Is |
frankness |
, and a true tongue to the world; |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 176 |
|
FRANTIC...........3 |
That often must have seen a poet |
frantic |
; |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 38 |
And |
frantic |
gape of lonely Niobe, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 338 |
And I was stopping up my |
frantic |
ears, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 290 |
|
FRATERNAL.........1 |
A gentle empire o'er |
fraternal |
souls. |
To My Brothers, Line 4 |
|
FRAUGHT...........1 |
A trumpet's silver voice. Ah! it was |
fraught |
|
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 55 |
|
FRAY..............1 |
Descried an orbed diamond, set to |
fray |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 245 |
|
FRAY'D............1 |
She comes, she comes again, like ring-dove |
fray'd |
and fled. |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 198 |
|
FRAYS.............1 |
Thy gentle mew - and tell me all thy |
frays |
|
To Mrs. Reynold's Cat, Line 7 |
|
FREAK.............2 |
Then off at once, as in a wanton |
freak |
: |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 90 |
Were I of ample strength for such a |
freak |
. |
To Haydon with a Sonnet Written on Seeing the Elgin Marbles, Line 8 |
|
FREAKFUL..........1 |
For by some |
freakful |
chance he made retire |
Lamia, Part I, Line 230 |
|
FREAKS............2 |
The |
freaks |
, and dartings of the black-wing'd swallow, |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 14 |
And blushing for the |
freaks |
of melancholy. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 962 |
|
FRECKLE...........1 |
|
Freckle |
-wing'd and lizard-sided! |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, SALAMANDER, Line 73 |
|
FRECKLED..........4 |
Their |
freckled |
wings; yea, the fresh budding year |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 259 |
|
Freckled |
nest-eggs thou shalt see |
Fancy, Line 59 |
Striped like a zebra, |
freckled |
like a pard, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 49 |
|
Freckled |
with red and gold the moving swarm; |
The Jealousies, Line 575 |
|
FRECKLES..........1 |
And |
freckles |
many; ah! a careless nurse, |
Extracts from an Opera, [fourth section] Line 7 |
|
FRECKLINGS........1 |
Made gloom of all her |
frecklings |
, streaks and bars, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 159 |
|
FREE..............44 |
Keep thy chains burst, and boldly say thou art |
free |
; |
On Peace, Line 12 |
In his immortal spirit, been as |
free |
|
Written on the Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison, Line 3 |
Gladdening in the |
free |
, and airy feel |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 139 |
For when no more he spreads his feathers |
free |
, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 137 |
For down they rush as though they would be |
free |
, |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 13 |
Because my thoughts were never |
free |
, and clear, |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 23 |
The grand, the sweet, the terse, the |
free |
, the fine; |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 54 |
For over them was seen a |
free |
display |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 392 |
I gazed awhile, and felt as light, and |
free |
|
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 23 |
Pan is no longer sought, I feel a |
free |
, |
To Leigh Hunt, Esq., Line 12 |
Full alchemiz'd, and |
free |
of space. Behold |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 780 |
Of music's kiss impregnates the |
free |
winds, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 784 |
|
Free |
from the smallest pebble-bead of doubt |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 149 |
A huntress |
free |
in" - At this, sudden fell |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 1008 |
Could grant in benediction: to be |
free |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 377 |
And I was |
free |
of haunts umbrageous; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 467 |
Among cool clouds and winds, but that the |
free |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 351 |
Then it is |
free |
to him; and from an urn, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 534 |
|
Free |
-voic'd as one who never was away. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 821 |
Unknown of any, |
free |
from whispering tale. |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 86 |
The real of beauty, |
free |
from that dead hue |
On Visiting the Tomb of Burns, Line 10 |
'Tis now |
free |
to stupid face, |
Not Aladdin magian, Line 50 |
She knelt, so pure a thing, so |
free |
from mortal taint. |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 225 |
Is making |
free |
when they are not at home. |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 29 |
At least, unhappy Prince, I may be |
free |
- |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 77 |
And many else were |
free |
to roam abroad, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 31 |
In will, in action |
free |
, companionship, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 210 |
|
Free |
from cold and every care |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, SALAMANDER, Line 21 |
So, if we may not let the muse be |
free |
, |
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, Line 13 |
Can manage those hard rivets to set |
free |
|
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 115 |
(sets him |
free |
). |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, S.D. to Line 116b |
Enough, most noble Gersa. You are |
free |
|
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 130 |
And then depart, if I may be so |
free |
, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 79 |
Well! you shall have |
free |
passport through the gates. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 114 |
Almost with pleasure. Let them be set |
free |
|
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 231 |
And you could |
free |
me; but remember, sir, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 62 |
You have escap'd me, |
free |
as the dusk air, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 31 |
|
Free |
as the air, invisibly, she strays |
Lamia, Part I, Line 94 |
Her loveliness invisible, yet |
free |
|
Lamia, Part I, Line 108 |
|
Free |
from all pain, if wonder pain thee not." |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 248 |
What can I do to kill it and be |
free |
|
What can I do to drive away, Line 5 |
Then, loveliest! keep me |
free |
|
To Fanny, Line 47 |
Till from this hated match I get a |
free |
release. |
The Jealousies, Line 63 |
(I own it,)- have made too |
free |
with his wine; |
The Jealousies, Line 614 |
|
FREED.............1 |
And every soul from human trammels |
freed |
, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 210 |
|
FREEDOM...........7 |
Her pride, her |
freedom |
; and not freedom's shade. |
To Hope, Line 34 |
Of those who in the cause of |
freedom |
fell; |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 66 |
The |
freedom |
of three steeds of dapple brown: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 167 |
|
Freedom |
as none can taste it, nor dost waste |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 311 |
Giving it universal |
freedom |
. There |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 839 |
'Twas |
freedom |
! and at once I visited |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 391 |
Ah! when a soul doth thus its |
freedom |
win, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 219 |
|
FREEDOM'S.........2 |
Her pride, her freedom; and not |
freedom's |
shade. |
To Hope, Line 34 |
The social smile, the chain for |
freedom's |
sake: |
Addressed to the Same, Line 6 |
|
FREEING...........2 |
A dove-like bosom. In truth there is no |
freeing |
|
Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Line 36 |
Prince Gersa's |
freeing |
Abbot Ethelbert, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE III, Gonfrid, Line 7 |
|
FREELY............1 |
Imagination cannot |
freely |
fly |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 164 |
|
FREES.............1 |
Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she |
frees |
; |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 227 |
|
FREEZE............3 |
In this cold region? Will he let me |
freeze |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 259 |
The sculptur'd dead, on each side, seem to |
freeze |
, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 14 |
It doth make me |
freeze |
. |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 118b |
|
FREEZES...........1 |
And |
freezes |
utterly unto the bone |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 373 |
|
FREEZING..........2 |
And the black-elm tops 'mong the |
freezing |
stars, |
O thou whose face hath felt the winter's wind, Line 3 |
Charm'd into ever |
freezing |
, lay an old |
The Jealousies, Line 512 |
|
FREIGHT...........1 |
Those towering horses and their mournful |
freight |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 359 |
|
FREIGHTED.........1 |
I' the morning, |
freighted |
with a weight of woe, |
The Jealousies, Line 239 |
|
FREQUENT..........2 |
The |
frequent |
chequer of a youngling tree, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 38 |
Have fallen full |
frequent |
from our Emperor's lips, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Albert, Line 127 |
|
FRESH.............43 |
Of whitest cassia, |
fresh |
from summer showers: |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 96 |
A |
fresh |
-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw |
To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses, Line 6 |
Small, busy flames play through the |
fresh |
laid coals, |
To My Brothers, Line 1 |
Like a |
fresh |
sacrifice; or, if I can bear |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 61 |
|
Fresh |
garlands: for sweet music has been heard |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 223 |
Find a |
fresh |
sward beneath it, overgrown |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 258 |
And |
fresh |
from the clear brook; sweetly they slept |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 9 |
Of a |
fresh |
woodland alley, never ending; |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 20 |
From their |
fresh |
beds, and scattered thoughtlessly |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 45 |
Into oblivion;- that |
fresh |
flowers will grow, |
Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition, Line 13 |
|
Fresh |
morning gusts have blown away all fear |
To a Young Lady Who Sent Me a Laurel Crown, Line 1 |
|
Fresh |
for the opening of the morning's eye. |
On Seeing the Elgin Marbles, Line 8 |
Is growing |
fresh |
before me as the green |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 38 |
Their freckled wings; yea, the |
fresh |
budding year |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 259 |
Into a shady, |
fresh |
, and ripply cove, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 430 |
Cool grass, nor tasted the |
fresh |
slumberous air; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 290 |
Together intertwin'd and trammel'd |
fresh |
: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 411 |
Whose silent wheels, |
fresh |
wet from clouds of morn, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 519 |
Thy shepherd vest, and woo thee mid |
fresh |
leaves. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 700 |
|
Fresh |
breezes, bowery lawns, and innocent floods, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 967 |
Is coming |
fresh |
upon me: O be kind, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 181 |
Stole through its verdurous matting of |
fresh |
trees. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 420 |
I found me; by my |
fresh |
, my native home. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 608 |
Pull'd down |
fresh |
foliage and coverture |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 930 |
|
Fresh |
crush of leaves. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 937a |
Our pillows; and the |
fresh |
to-morrow morn |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 23 |
Ye tight little fairy, just |
fresh |
from the dairy, |
Where be ye going, you Devon maid, Line 3 |
She gaz'd into the |
fresh |
-thrown mould, as though |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 361 |
But every morn of woodbine |
fresh |
|
Old Meg she was a gipsey, Line 17 |
Again the Stranger sighings |
fresh |
did waste. |
Of late two dainties were before me plac'd, Line 8 |
Again thou stranger gav'st me |
fresh |
alarm- |
Of late two dainties were before me plac'd, Line 12 |
O'er |
fresh |
transgression. |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 30 |
Of Haydon's in its |
fresh |
magnificence. |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 69 |
Just |
fresh |
from the banquet of Comus! |
Spirit here that reignest, Line 20 |
So on our heels a |
fresh |
perfection treads, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 212 |
|
Fresh |
hatch'd in my ambition's eagle-nest; |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 41 |
Empurple |
fresh |
the melancholy blood: |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 182 |
Like crannied vermin,- no! but |
fresh |
, and young, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 84 |
Erminia's |
fresh |
puppet! |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 102a |
|
Fresh |
anchor'd; whither he had been awhile |
Lamia, Part I, Line 226 |
He might have given the moral a |
fresh |
frown, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 8 |
|
Fresh |
carved cedar, mimicking a glade |
Lamia, Part II, Line 125 |
Among the |
fresh |
arrivals in our empery. |
The Jealousies, Line 189 |
|
FRESHENING........4 |
The quaintly carv'd seats, and |
freshening |
shades; |
O come, dearest Emma!, Line 6 |
Saving when, with |
freshening |
lave, |
Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, Line 31 |
O think how sweet to me the |
freshening |
sluice! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 326 |
To taste the gentle moon, and |
freshening |
beads, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 110 |
|
FRESHER...........2 |
|
Fresher |
than berries of a mountain tree? |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 20 |
Wheel downward come they into |
fresher |
skies, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 131 |
|
FRESHEST..........1 |
While, in my face, the |
freshest |
breeze I caught. |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 122 |
|
FRESHET...........1 |
To one so friendless the clear |
freshet |
yields |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 34 |
|
FRESHETS..........1 |
Keeps head against the |
freshets |
. Sick and wan |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 213 |
|
FRESHLY...........6 |
Of bean blossoms, in heaven |
freshly |
shed. |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 96 |
That |
freshly |
terminate in open plains, |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 116 |
The honied lines do |
freshly |
interlace, |
This pleasant tale is like a little copse, Line 2 |
With streams that deepen |
freshly |
into bowers. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 48 |
Large honey-combs of green, and |
freshly |
teem'd |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 667 |
To Corinth from the shore; for |
freshly |
blew |
Lamia, Part I, Line 222 |
|
FRESHNESS.........6 |
Than the pure |
freshness |
of thy laurels green. |
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem, Line 54 |
And sips its |
freshness |
from the little rills; |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 91 |
Catches his |
freshness |
from archangel's wing: |
Addressed to the Same, Line 4 |
The while they cool themselves, they |
freshness |
give, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 83 |
The |
freshness |
of the space of heaven above, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 85 |
And take the flattering |
freshness |
of the air, |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE II, Glocester, Line 2 |
|
FRESHNESSES.......1 |
To where the hurrying |
freshnesses |
aye preach |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 70 |
|
FRET..............9 |
Had brought me a gem from the |
fret |
-work of heaven; |
To Some Ladies, Line 18 |
To |
fret |
at myriads of earthly wrecks. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 776 |
At which we start and |
fret |
; till in the end, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 809 |
May rage, and foam, and |
fret |
, but never can |
Blue!- 'Tis the life of heaven - the domain, Line 7 |
O |
fret |
not after knowledge - I have none, |
O thou whose face hath felt the winter's wind, Line 9 |
O |
fret |
not after knowledge - I have none, |
O thou whose face hath felt the winter's wind, Line 11 |
The shafted arch and carved |
fret |
|
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 3 |
The weariness, the fever, and the |
fret |
|
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 23 |
Caught up his little legs, and, in a |
fret |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 201 |
|
FRETFUL...........2 |
"No one at home!" the |
fretful |
Princess cry'd, |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 9 |
The little thunder of your |
fretful |
tongue, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 60 |
|
FRETS.............1 |
Of flesh and bone, curbs, and confines, and |
frets |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 21 |
|
FRETTED...........4 |
And that bright lance, against the |
fretted |
wall, |
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem, Line 37 |
Islands, and creeks, and amber- |
fretted |
strands |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 743 |
She |
fretted |
for the golden hour, and hung |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 243 |
The |
fretted |
splendour of each nook and niche. |
Lamia, Part II, Line 137 |
|
FRETTING..........1 |
They stay their crystal |
fretting |
, |
In drear nighted December, Line 14 |
|
FRETWORK..........1 |
His diamond path with |
fretwork |
, streaming round |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 608 |
|
FRIAR.............3 |
With random |
friar |
, or rake upon his tour, |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 21 |
To-night I'll have my |
friar |
,- let me think |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 24 |
And I must sit to supper with my |
friar |
. |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 71 |
|
FRIARS............1 |
And what the |
friars |
bade him bring, |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 87 |
|
FRIEDBURG.........6 |
The Castle of |
Friedburg |
, its vicinity, and the Hungarian Camp |
Otho the Great, Dramatis Personae, SCENE |
How is |
Friedburg |
honoured! |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Conrad, Line 184b |
Let us to |
Friedburg |
castle. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 132 |
I follow you to |
Friedburg |
, - is't not so? |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 140 |
Command an escort to the |
Friedburg |
lines. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 150 |
I follow you to |
Friedburg |
with all speed. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 153 |
|
FRIEND............26 |
Bless Cynthia's face, the enthusiast's |
friend |
: |
To Some Ladies, Line 4 |
Too partial |
friend |
! fain would I follow thee |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 11 |
And warm thy sons!" Ah, my dear |
friend |
and brother, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 109 |
By this, |
friend |
Charles, you may full plainly see |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 21 |
Again I shake your hand,- |
friend |
Charles, good night. |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 132 |
Of poesy, that it should be a |
friend |
|
Sleep and Poetry, Line 246 |
With every |
friend |
and fellow-woodlander- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 893 |
I am a |
friend |
to love, to loves of yore: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 300 |
"I would have thee my only |
friend |
, sweet maid! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 849 |
TO A |
FRIEND |
|
Robin Hood, Epigraph |
Unto my |
friend |
, while sick and ill he lies. |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 32 |
This morn, my |
friend |
, and yester evening taught |
To J.R., Line 13 |
Than ours, a |
friend |
to man, to whom thou say'st, |
Ode on a Grecian Urn, Line 48 |
SIGIFRED, an Officer, |
friend |
of Ludolph |
Otho the Great, Dramatis Personae, 5 |
Now I am Otho's favorite, his dear |
friend |
, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 43 |
For that I am your |
friend |
. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 149a |
My |
friend |
had held poor Ludolph's honour dear. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 63 |
And lick the soiled grass? No, no, my |
friend |
, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 70 |
Why should he be so earnest? Come, my |
friend |
, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 131 |
Or |
friend |
,- or brother,- or all ties of blood,- |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 64 |
For old serge hangings,- me, your humble |
friend |
, |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Sigifred, Line 36 |
I am your |
friend |
; |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Sigifred, Line 44b |
My father keeps away. Good |
friend |
- ah! Sigifred?- |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 110 |
Had not a |
friend |
. So being left alone, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 111 |
"Alas, my |
friend |
! your coat sits very well: |
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Line 18 |
Close bosom- |
friend |
of the maturing sun; |
To Autumn, Line 2 |
|
FRIENDES..........1 |
Whanne thate hir |
friendes |
thinke hem bound |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 101 |
|
FRIENDLESS........1 |
To one so |
friendless |
the clear freshet yields |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 34 |
|
FRIENDLINESS......4 |
Whisper'd of peace, and truth, and |
friendliness |
unquell'd. |
To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses, Line 14 |
For I am brimfull of the |
friendliness |
|
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there, Line 9 |
And |
friendliness |
, the nurse of mutual good; |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 318 |
And with a sort of lackeying |
friendliness |
|
King Stephen Act I, SCENE IV, Chester, Line 42 |
|
FRIENDLY..........5 |
And can I e'er repay the |
friendly |
debt? |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 77 |
I turn full hearted to the |
friendly |
aids |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 316 |
Of |
friendly |
voices had just given place |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 351 |
Some |
friendly |
monster, pitying my sad state, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 350 |
What then! No tidings of my |
friendly |
Arab? |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 36 |
|
FRIENDS...........20 |
With you, kindest |
friends |
, in idea I muse; |
To Some Ladies, Line 6 |
|
Friends |
very dear to him he soon will see; |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 58 |
Of their dear |
friends |
, nigh foolish with delight; |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 228 |
His |
friends |
, the dearest. Hushing signs she made, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 409 |
The poet's harp - the voice of |
friends |
- the sun; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 165 |
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 |
To all his |
friends |
, and they believe him not. |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 66 |
"This cheers our fallen house: come to our |
friends |
, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 150 |
Are huddling undistinguish'd, my dear |
friends |
|
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 128 |
Enquire of |
friends |
and kinsfolk; how they fared |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 18 |
And wonder at her, |
friends |
, she is so fair; |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 60 |
Muffling his face, of greeting |
friends |
in fear, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 362 |
Let my foes choke, and my |
friends |
shout afar, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 62 |
Or |
friends |
or kinsfolk on the citied earth, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 90 |
"I have no |
friends |
," said Lamia, "no, not one; |
Lamia, Part II, Line 92 |
Of younger |
friends |
; yet must I do this wrong, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 168 |
On the high couch he lay!- his |
friends |
came round- |
Lamia, Part II, Line 309 |
Dungeoner of my |
friends |
, that wicked strand |
What can I do to drive away, Line 32 |
But we must plague him in the flank,- hey, |
friends |
? |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE I, Stephen, Line 18 |
|
FRIENDSHIP........3 |
Is made of love and |
friendship |
, and sits high |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 801 |
Is |
friendship |
, whence there ever issues forth |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 804 |
I have a soldier's |
friendship |
for your fame. |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 55 |
|
FRIEZE............1 |
Pillars, and |
frieze |
, and high fantastic roof, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 624 |
|
FRIGHT............15 |
Should sad Despondency my musings |
fright |
, |
To Hope, Line 9 |
And |
fright |
him as the morning frightens night! |
To Hope, Line 18 |
And my slain spirit, overwrought with |
fright |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 559 |
By Daphne's |
fright |
, behold Apollo!-" |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 611a |
His own particular |
fright |
, so these three felt: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 890 |
From |
fright |
of dim espial. Safe at last, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 185 |
|
Fright |
and perplex, so also shuddered he- |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 170 |
Should |
fright |
her silken casements, and dismay |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 4 |
A word to |
fright |
the proudest spirit here!- |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 68 |
That Lycius could not love in half a |
fright |
, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 335 |
In trembling dotage to the feeblest |
fright |
|
Lamia, Part II, Line 283 |
|
Fright |
and perplex, so also shudders he: |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 19 |
Would |
fright |
a Dryad; whose harsh herbaged meads |
What can I do to drive away, Line 40 |
Could reach your dastard ears and |
fright |
you more! |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE I, Stephen, Line 8 |
What is the monstrous bugbear that can |
fright |
|
King Stephen Act I, SCENE I, Stephen, Line 20 |
|
FRIGHT'NING.......1 |
The thorny sharks from hiding-holes, and |
fright'ning |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 89 |
|
FRIGHTED..........1 |
|
Frighted |
away the Dryads and the Fauns |
Lamia, Part I, Line 5 |
|
FRIGHTEN..........2 |
That ought to |
frighten |
into hooded shame |
Addressed to Haydon, Line 7 |
|
Frighten |
the wolves! |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 57a |
|
FRIGHTEN'D........2 |
O, I am |
frighten'd |
with most hateful thoughts! |
Extracts from an Opera, [fourth section] Line 1 |
And as she would be |
frighten'd |
wide awake |
The Jealousies, Line 488 |
|
FRIGHTENING.......1 |
The trade of |
frightening |
; |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 70 |
|
FRIGHTENS.........1 |
And fright him as the morning |
frightens |
night! |
To Hope, Line 18 |
|
FRIGHTFUL.........3 |
And straightway into |
frightful |
eddies swoop'd; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 648 |
In |
frightful |
scarlet, and its thorns out-grown |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 697 |
Than with a |
frightful |
scream she vanished: |
Lamia, Part II, Line 306 |
|
FRILL.............2 |
From pleated lawn- |
frill |
fine and thin |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 53 |
|
Frill |
-rumpling elbows brew up many a bother, |
The Jealousies, Line 773 |
|
FRING'D...........1 |
What leaf- |
fring'd |
legend haunts about thy shape |
Ode on a Grecian Urn, Line 5 |
|
FRINGE............3 |
An untumultuous |
fringe |
of silver foam |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 91 |
Broad golden |
fringe |
upon the carpet lies: |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 285 |
And, with thine infant fingers, lift the |
fringe |
|
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 38 |
|
FRINGED...........3 |
Pointed its beak over the |
fringed |
bank; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 424 |
Those same full |
fringed |
lids a constant blind |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 563 |
Pointed each |
fringed |
lash; the smeared loam |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 405 |
|
FRINGES...........1 |
Hid in the |
fringes |
of your eyelids white- |
On a Leander Which Miss Reynolds, My Kind Friend, Gave Me, Line 3 |
|
FRISKY............1 |
At swelling apples with a |
frisky |
leap |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 361 |
|
FRO...............8 |
And long he travers'd to and |
fro |
, to acquaint |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 269 |
The fair assembly wander'd to and |
fro |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 804 |
Long hours have to and |
fro |
let creep the sand, |
Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb, Line 2 |
From hurry to and |
fro |
. Soon, up aloft, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 30 |
Sway'd here and there, commanded to and |
fro |
, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, First Knight, Line 2 |
What in thy brain so ferments to and |
fro |
."- |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 290 |
Swayed to and |
fro |
by every wind and tide? |
To Fanny, Line 38 |
For all corn! thou snail-creeper to and |
fro |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 236 |
|
FRONT.............5 |
About her majesty, and |
front |
death-pale, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 642 |
And it hath furrow'd that large |
front |
: yet now, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 961 |
Peers like the |
front |
of Saturn. Who had power |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 102 |
But now you have, with such a brazen |
front |
, |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 226 |
If shame can on a soldier's vein-swoll'n |
front |
|
King Stephen Act I, SCENE I, Stephen, Line 1 |
|
FRONTED...........1 |
Why pierce high- |
fronted |
honour to the quick |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 759 |
|
FRONTIER..........1 |
Over the fiery |
frontier |
of my realms |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 247 |
|
FROST.............7 |
On a lone winter evening, when the |
frost |
|
On the Grasshopper and Cricket, Line 10 |
Who came unmaimed from the Russian |
frost |
. |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 23 |
She will bring, in spite of |
frost |
, |
Fancy, Line 29 |
Solution sweet: meantime the |
frost |
-wind blows |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 322 |
|
Frost |
or flame, or sparks, or sleet |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, DUSKETHA, Line 76 |
A |
frost |
upon his summer! |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE IV, Maud, Line 57a |
So that his |
frost |
-white eyebrows, beetling low, |
The Jealousies, Line 506 |
|
FROSTED...........3 |
|
Frosted |
the springing verdure of his heart; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 188 |
His rosary, and while his |
frosted |
breath, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 6 |
Whose rank-grown forests, |
frosted |
, black, and blind, |
What can I do to drive away, Line 39 |
|
FROSTY............2 |
In Autumn's sickle, Winter |
frosty |
hoar, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 423 |
|
Frosty |
creatures of the sky! |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, SALAMANDER, Line 88 |
|
FROTH.............2 |
Large |
froth |
before me, while there yet remain'd |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 613 |
And see the spangly gloom |
froth |
up and boil: |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 326 |
|
FROTHY............1 |
Or to tread breathless round the |
frothy |
main, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 270 |
|
FROWN.............13 |
And |
frown |
, to drive fair Cheerfulness away, |
To Hope, Line 10 |
Convuls'd and headlong! Stay! an inward |
frown |
|
Sleep and Poetry, Line 304 |
At nothing; just as though the earnest |
frown |
|
Sleep and Poetry, Line 382 |
Or "Go"? This very moment I would |
frown |
|
To a Young Lady Who Sent Me a Laurel Crown, Line 11 |
A vulture from his towery perching; |
frown |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 535 |
And, while beneath the evening's sleepy |
frown |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 140 |
How to |
frown |
and how to chide; |
Fancy, Line 83 |
That was before our brows were taught to |
frown |
, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 339 |
My lord, I was a vassal to your |
frown |
, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Auranthe, Line 24 |
Or the mad-fumed wine-? Nay, do not |
frown |
, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Sigifred, Line 35 |
He might have given the moral a fresh |
frown |
, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 8 |
He said, smack'd his moist lips, and gave a pleasant |
frown |
. |
The Jealousies, Line 423 |
Then the magician solemnly 'gan |
frown |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 505 |
|
FROWN'D...........3 |
The Thunderer |
frown'd |
and frown'd; |
God of the golden bow, Line 14 |
The Thunderer frown'd and |
frown'd |
; |
God of the golden bow, Line 14 |
She |
frown'd |
; a monstrous owl across us flies |
The Jealousies, Line 655 |
|
FROWNEST..........1 |
Thou |
frownest |
, and old Eolus thy foe |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 951 |
|
FROWNING..........3 |
Oft have you seen a swan superbly |
frowning |
, |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 1 |
stage, bowing with respect to LUDOLPH, he |
frowning |
on them. CONRAD follows. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, S.D. to Line 22 |
Talks off the mighty |
frowning |
from his brow, |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE IV, Chester, Line 43 |
|
FROWNS............3 |
To smiles and |
frowns |
; they seem a lifted mound |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 39 |
And two or three |
frowns |
|
Two or three posies, Line 22 |
And ev'ry passer in he |
frowns |
upon, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 65 |
|
FROZE.............2 |
Pure as the ice-drop that |
froze |
on the mountain? |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 2 |
A voice, he had been |
froze |
to senseless stone; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 200 |
|
FROZEN............10 |
|
Frozen |
in that old tale Arabian. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 406 |
Dissolve the |
frozen |
purity of air; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 586 |
Nor |
frozen |
thawings glue them |
In drear nighted December, Line 7 |
About the |
frozen |
time. |
In drear nighted December, Line 16 |
|
Frozen |
north, and chilling east, |
Robin Hood, Line 7 |
The hare limp'd trembling through the |
frozen |
grass, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 3 |
The |
frozen |
God still couchant on the earth, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 87 |
Keep ye with your |
frozen |
breath, |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, SALAMANDER, Line 65 |
Melts out the |
frozen |
incense from all flowers, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 99 |
The |
frozen |
God still bending to the earth, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 386 |
|
FRUIT.............12 |
Aye dropping their hard |
fruit |
upon the ground. |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 41 |
Budding - |
fruit |
ripening in stillness - autumn suns |
After dark vapours have oppressed our plains, Line 10 |
That flowers would bloom, or that green |
fruit |
would swell |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 836 |
And make my branches lift a golden |
fruit |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 908 |
Her voice I hung like |
fruit |
among green leaves: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 271 |
Hang in thy vision like a tempting |
fruit |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 442 |
The bitter-sweet of this Shaksperean |
fruit |
. |
On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again, Line 8 |
The grass, the thicket, and the |
fruit |
-tree wild; |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 45 |
Bearing a |
fruit |
more precious! graceful thing, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 83 |
She plucks the |
fruit |
unseen, she bathes unseen: |
Lamia, Part I, Line 99 |
With |
fruit |
the vines that round the thatch-eves run; |
To Autumn, Line 4 |
And fill all |
fruit |
with ripeness to the core; |
To Autumn, Line 6 |
|
FRUITAGE..........2 |
Their ripen'd |
fruitage |
; yellow girted bees |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 253 |
Autumn's red-lipp'd |
fruitage |
too, |
Fancy, Line 13 |
|
FRUITFUL..........2 |
We call thee |
fruitful |
, and, that very while, |
To the Nile, Line 3 |
Art thou so |
fruitful |
? or dost thou beguile |
To the Nile, Line 6 |
|
FRUITFULNESS......1 |
Season of mists and mellow |
fruitfulness |
, |
To Autumn, Line 1 |
|
FRUITLESS.........1 |
Thinking on rugged hours and |
fruitless |
toil, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 324 |
|
FRUITS............10 |
Into o'erhanging boughs, and precious |
fruits |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 66 |
Time's sweet first- |
fruits |
- they danc'd to weariness, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 321 |
Ripe |
fruits |
, and lonely couch, contentment gave; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 968 |
On forest- |
fruits |
, and never, never go |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 627 |
Or are the |
fruits |
of Paradise |
Lines on the Mermaid Tavern, Line 7 |
Of |
fruits |
, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 210 |
And at the |
fruits |
thereof what shapes they be, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 315 |
Light, the first |
fruits |
of that intestine broil, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 192 |
Of moss, was spread a feast of summer |
fruits |
, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 29 |
"Eban," said he, "as slaves should taste the |
fruits |
|
The Jealousies, Line 353 |
|
FRY...............1 |
Then will the dragons |
fry |
and fizz their best, |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 60 |
|
FUDDLED...........1 |
That, being |
fuddled |
, he went reeling through |
The Jealousies, Line 624 |
|
FULFIL............1 |
Time's creeping shall the dreary space |
fulfil |
: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 706 |
|
FULL..............137 |
|
Full |
many the glories that brighten thy youth! |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 18 |
|
Full |
many the glories that brighten thy youth; |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 42 |
O come, dearest Emma! the rose is |
full |
blown, |
O come, dearest Emma!, Line 1 |
Inconstant, childish, proud, and |
full |
of fancies; |
Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Line 2 |
|
Full |
, and round like globes that rise |
Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, Line 21 |
Which seem'd |
full |
loath this happy world to leave: |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 4 |
|
Full |
in the smile of the blue firmament. |
To one who has been long in city pent, Line 4 |
|
Full |
often dropping a delicious tear, |
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve, Line 13 |
|
Full |
many a dreary hour have I past, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 1 |
A bunch of violets |
full |
blown, and double, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 92 |
|
Full |
joy I feel, while thus I cleave the air, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 107 |
By this, friend Charles, you may |
full |
plainly see |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 21 |
And |
full |
of many wonders of the spheres: |
On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour, Line 12 |
Is a |
full |
harvest whence to reap high feeling; |
To Kosciusko, Line 2 |
"As I lay in my bed slepe |
full |
unmete/ Was unto me, but why that I |
Sleep and Poetry, Epigraph |
More |
full |
of visions than a high romance? |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 10 |
I turn |
full |
hearted to the friendly aids |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 316 |
What Psyche felt, and Love, when their |
full |
lips |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 143 |
|
Full |
of sweet desolation - balmy pain. |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 162 |
|
Full |
in the speculation of the stars. |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 189 |
And soothed them into slumbers |
full |
and deep. |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 224 |
So that he here and there |
full |
hearted stops; |
This pleasant tale is like a little copse, Line 4 |
Let him with this sweet tale |
full |
often seek |
On The Story of Rimini, Line 3 |
|
Full |
of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 5 |
Therefore, 'tis with |
full |
happiness that I |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 34 |
|
Full |
in the middle of this pleasantness |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 89 |
A venerable priest |
full |
soberly, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 149 |
And in his left he held a basket |
full |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 155 |
Echoing grottos, |
full |
of tumbling waves |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 459 |
Were |
full |
of pestilent light; our taintless rills |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 694 |
|
Full |
palatable; and a colour grew |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 767 |
|
Full |
alchemiz'd, and free of space. Behold |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 780 |
|
Full |
of light, incense, tender minstrelsy, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 390 |
|
Full |
soothingly to every nested finch: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 504 |
Look |
full |
upon it feel anon the blue |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 543 |
Those same |
full |
fringed lids a constant blind |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 563 |
|
Full |
well I feel thou wouldst not leave me. Still |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 751 |
As bees gorge |
full |
their cells. And, by the feud |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 40 |
How chang'd, how |
full |
of ache, how gone in woe! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 80 |
My goblet |
full |
of wine - my topmost deed:- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 168 |
O, I am |
full |
of gladness! Sisters three, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 251 |
I bow |
full |
hearted to your old decree! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 252 |
Nor be my desolation; and, |
full |
oft, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 345 |
Budded, and swell'd, and, |
full |
-blown, shed full showers |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 799 |
Budded, and swell'd, and, full-blown, shed |
full |
showers |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 799 |
A |
full |
accomplishment! The thing is done, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 18 |
To what my own |
full |
thoughts had made too tender, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 74 |
O pardon me, for I am |
full |
of grief- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 107 |
Outblackens Erebus, and the |
full |
-cavern'd earth |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 121 |
About the crisped oaks |
full |
drearily, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 295 |
Their |
full |
-veined ears, nostrils blood wide, and stop; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 400 |
To divine powers: from his hand |
full |
fain |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 409 |
A |
full |
-brimm'd goblet, dances lightly, sings |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 416 |
|
Full |
facing their swift flight, from ebon streak, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 496 |
And honeysuckles |
full |
of clear bee-wine. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 698 |
The vesper hymn, far swollen, soft and |
full |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 967 |
|
Full |
golden; in her eyes a brighter day |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 985 |
Dawn'd in blue and |
full |
of love. Aye, he beheld |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 986 |
Hold like rich garners the |
full |
ripen'd grain; |
When I have fears that I may cease to be, Line 4 |
Pines, and lime-trees |
full |
in bloom, |
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Line 32 |
But her |
full |
shape would all his seeing fill; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 12 |
Lay |
full |
of darts; for them alone did seethe |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 117 |
He heard a laugh |
full |
musical aloft; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 198 |
"I know what was, I feel |
full |
well what is, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 313 |
When the |
full |
morning came, she had devised |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 337 |
|
Full |
hard against the moon. |
Old Meg she was a gipsey, Line 16 |
She died |
full |
long agone! |
Old Meg she was a gipsey, Line 30 |
|
Full |
of vowels |
There was a naughty boy, Line 8 |
She turn'd her dazed head |
full |
oft, |
Ah! ken ye what I met the day, Line 29 |
An' every heart is |
full |
on flame |
Ah! ken ye what I met the day, Line 39 |
For meet adornment a |
full |
thousand years; |
Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, Line 2 |
|
Full |
blown, and such warmth for the morning take; |
Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear, Line 22 |
As she had heard old dames |
full |
many times declare. |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 45 |
|
Full |
of this whim was thoughtful Madeline: |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 55 |
Sudden a thought came like a |
full |
-blown rose, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 136 |
|
Full |
on this casement shone the wintry moon, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 217 |
By one, and one, the bolts |
full |
easy slide:- |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 367 |
|
Full |
leav'd, the forest had outstript, |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 45 |
And slant book |
full |
against the glare. |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 72 |
And touch'd the wards; the door |
full |
courteously |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 71 |
Or nantz, or cherry brandy, drank |
full |
meek |
Character of C.B., Line 22 |
As thus she quick-voic'd spake, yet |
full |
of awe. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 149 |
After the |
full |
completion of fair day,- |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 191 |
Amaz'd and |
full |
of fear; like anxious men |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 198 |
Stood |
full |
blown, for the God to enter in. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 212 |
He enter'd, but he enter'd |
full |
of wrath; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 213 |
To the eastern gates, and |
full |
six dewy hours |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 264 |
His tongue with the |
full |
weight of utterless thought, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 120 |
|
Full |
of calm joy it was, as I of grief; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 265 |
Too |
full |
of joy and soft delicious warmth; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 266 |
Not savage, for he saw |
full |
many a God |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 350 |
|
Full |
ankle-deep in lilies of the vale. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 35 |
The squirrel's granary is |
full |
, |
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, Line 7 |
|
Full |
beautiful, a fairy's child; |
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, Line 14 |
And there she wept, and sigh'd |
full |
sore, |
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, Line 30 |
Singest of summer in |
full |
-throated ease. |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 10 |
O for a beaker |
full |
of the warm South, |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 15 |
|
Full |
of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 16 |
Where but to think is to be |
full |
of sorrow |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 27 |
The coming musk-rose, |
full |
of dewy wine, |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 49 |
Have fallen |
full |
frequent from our Emperor's lips, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Albert, Line 127 |
A |
full |
-heaped helmet of the purest gold. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Conrad, Line 42 |
Yet I am griev'd at it, to the |
full |
height, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 74 |
Heard his loud laugh, and answer'd in |
full |
choir. |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Sigifred, Line 51 |
You know |
full |
well what makes me look so pale. |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 112 |
He is so |
full |
of grief and passionate wrath; |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE IV, Physician, Line 18 |
His heart is |
full |
, it can contain no more, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE IV, Physician, Line 23 |
Skies |
full |
of splendid moons, and shooting stars, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 45 |
Indeed |
full |
time we slept; |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Gersa, Line 51b |
|
Full |
and majestic; it is well enough, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 83 |
Pensive, and |
full |
of painful jealousies |
Lamia, Part I, Line 33 |
The taller grasses and |
full |
-flowering weed, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 44 |
And |
full |
of silver moons, that, as she breathed, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 51 |
|
Full |
of adoring tears and blandishment, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 135 |
A |
full |
-born beauty new and exquisite? |
Lamia, Part I, Line 172 |
And still the cup was |
full |
,- while he, afraid |
Lamia, Part I, Line 253 |
Had felt the cold |
full |
sponge to pleasure press'd, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 192 |
|
Full |
brimm'd, and opposite sent forth a look |
Lamia, Part II, Line 242 |
|
Full |
on the alarmed beauty of the bride, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 247 |
And |
full |
-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; |
To Autumn, Line 30 |
Drank. That |
full |
draught is parent of my theme. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 46 |
After the |
full |
completion of fair day, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 35 |
Amaz'd, and |
full |
of fear; like anxious men |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 42 |
Of stifling numbers ebbs from my |
full |
breast. |
To Fanny, Line 4 |
The streets are |
full |
of music- |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE II, Second Captain, Line 28a |
Spleen-hearted came in |
full |
career at him. |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE II, Second Knight, Line 43 |
Just when your knighthood is grown ripe and |
full |
|
King Stephen Act I, SCENE III, Stephen, Line 37 |
|
Full |
soldier as he is, and without peer |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE IV, Chester, Line 31 |
His limbs upon a sofa, |
full |
of spleen, |
The Jealousies, Line 134 |
Louted |
full |
low, and hoarsely did him greet: |
The Jealousies, Line 256 |
A thimble- |
full |
of old Jamaica rum." |
The Jealousies, Line 363 |
Holding it by his thumb and finger |
full |
in view. |
The Jealousies, Line 441 |
Then the great Emperor |
full |
graceful set |
The Jealousies, Line 566 |
The morn was |
full |
of holiday; loud bells |
The Jealousies, Line 568 |
For pleasure?)- the fair Princess in |
full |
view, |
The Jealousies, Line 592 |
This room is |
full |
of jewels as a mine,- |
The Jealousies, Line 616 |
Gentle and tender, |
full |
of soft conceits, |
The Jealousies, Line 633 |
|
FULLY.............2 |
Among the throng. His youth was |
fully |
blown, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 169 |
One glance did |
fully |
all its secrets tell; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 362 |
|
FULNESS...........1 |
How "love doth know no |
fulness |
nor no bounds." |
Unfelt, unheard, unseen, Line 12 |
|
FUME..............1 |
Drows'd with the |
fume |
of poppies, while thy hook |
To Autumn, Line 17 |
|
FUMED.............1 |
Or the mad- |
fumed |
wine-? Nay, do not frown, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Sigifred, Line 35 |
|
FUMING............1 |
Before each lucid pannel |
fuming |
stood |
Lamia, Part II, Line 175 |
|
FUN...............3 |
With his delights; for when tired out with |
fun |
|
On the Grasshopper and Cricket, Line 7 |
Or is't his custom, in the name of |
fun |
?" |
The Jealousies, Line 303 |
About this time,- a sad old figure of |
fun |
; |
The Jealousies, Line 656 |
|
FUNERAL...........5 |
The while he tells of grief, around a |
funeral |
pyre. |
Ode to Apollo, Line 17 |
Uttering the while some mumblings |
funeral |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 748 |
|
Funeral |
and steeple-chime; |
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Line 11 |
To see scull, coffin'd bones, and |
funeral |
stole; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 356 |
"Fam'd in |
funeral |
minstrelsy. |
Not Aladdin magian, Line 26 |
|
FUR...............2 |
Still is that |
fur |
as soft as when the lists |
To Mrs. Reynold's Cat, Line 13 |
Where the close eye in deep rich |
fur |
might trace |
The Jealousies, Line 345 |
|
FURBISH...........1 |
|
Furbish |
his jingling baldric while he sleeps, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 82 |
|
FURIOUS...........1 |
|
Furious |
fire! |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 102b |
|
FURL'D............1 |
My ship of fortune |
furl'd |
her silken sails,- |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 5 |
|
FURNACE...........1 |
Plaited upon his |
furnace |
-scorched brow: |
The Jealousies, Line 508 |
|
FURNITURE.........1 |
conjectures, found her out to be a serpent, a lamia; and that all her |
furniture |
|
Lamia, Keats's Footnote from Burton, |
|
FURR'D............1 |
And silken |
furr'd |
Angora cat. |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 82 |
|
FURROW............1 |
Or on a half-reap'd |
furrow |
sound asleep, |
To Autumn, Line 16 |
|
FURROW'D..........3 |
|
Furrow'd |
deep wrinkles in his forehead large, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 223 |
This |
furrow'd |
visage thou hadst never seen. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 448 |
And it hath |
furrow'd |
that large front: yet now, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 961 |
|
FURROWING.........1 |
No rheumed eyes, no |
furrowing |
of age, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 82 |
|
FURROWS...........1 |
Where |
furrows |
are new to the plough. |
Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes, Line 8 |
|
FURS..............1 |
"Mounted on panthers' |
furs |
and lions' manes, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 251 |
|
FURTHER...........13 |
As if for joy he would no |
further |
seek; |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 98 |
Yet |
further |
off, are dimly seen their bowers, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 43 |
My wand'ring spirit must no |
further |
soar.- |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 242 |
Art thou wayworn, or canst not |
further |
trace |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 651 |
One step? Imagine |
further |
, line by line, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 733 |
Enough! why need I |
further |
pore? |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 91 |
No |
further |
than to where his feet had stray'd, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 16 |
Go no |
further |
; not a step more. Thou art |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 1 |
Indeed, indeed I cannot trace them |
further |
. |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE I, Page, Line 17 |
Of her high phrase: perhaps no |
further |
dare. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 468 |
"I'll pull the string," said he, and |
further |
said, |
The Jealousies, Line 226 |
Seeing his servant can no |
further |
drive |
The Jealousies, Line 258 |
Hark! hark! the bells!" "A little |
further |
get, |
The Jealousies, Line 564 |
|
FURTHERMORE.......2 |
To shepherds and their flocks; and |
furthermore |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 832 |
And, |
furthermore |
, her brethren wonder'd much |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 457 |
|
FURY..............6 |
I saw a |
fury |
whetting a death-dart; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 558 |
That silent |
fury |
, whose fell scymitar |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Sigifred, Line 21 |
Prevail against my |
fury |
. Damned priest! |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 170 |
Fear'st thou not my |
fury |
, monk? |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 237b |
Fine was the mitigated |
fury |
, like |
Lamia, Part II, Line 78 |
Sparkling revenge with amorous |
fury |
blent. |
The Jealousies, Line 175 |
|
FURZE.............2 |
Blue hare-bells lightly, and where prickly |
furze |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 202 |
Where the golden |
furze |
|
For there's Bishop's Teign, Line 16 |
|
FUSS..............1 |
So without any |
fuss |
, any hawing and humming, |
Over the hill and over the dale, Line 11 |
|
FUTURE............1 |
My |
future |
days to her fane consecrate." |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 888 |
|
FUTURITY..........2 |
To clear |
futurity |
his darling fame! |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 359 |
And mad with glimpses at |
futurity |
! |
Lines on Seeing a Lock of Milton's Hair, Line 31 |