|
TINCT.............1 |
And lucent syrops, |
tinct |
with cinnamon; |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 267 |
|
TINDER'S..........1 |
|
Tinder's |
a lighter article,- nitre pure |
The Jealousies, Line 294 |
|
TING'D............1 |
Diversely |
ting'd |
with rose and amethyst, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 386 |
|
TINGE.............6 |
With universal |
tinge |
of sober gold, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 56 |
Have seen a new |
tinge |
in the western skies: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 727 |
Our gold and ripe-ear'd hopes. With not one |
tinge |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 8 |
To |
tinge |
, on syren shores, the salt sea-spry? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 157 |
With the |
tinge |
of love, panting in safe alarm.- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 314 |
Of some gold |
tinge |
, and plays a roundelay |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 252 |
|
TINGED............1 |
Its sides are |
tinged |
with a resplendent glow, |
To Lord Byron, Line 10 |
|
TINGING...........1 |
|
Tinging |
it with soft crimsons! Now below |
The Jealousies, Line 554 |
|
TINKLING..........1 |
Who as they walk abroad make |
tinkling |
with their feet. |
Character of C.B., Line 27 |
|
TINSEL............1 |
With most prevailing |
tinsel |
: who unpen |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 2 |
|
TINT..............2 |
To |
tint |
her pallid cheek with bloom, who cons |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 368 |
And like a rose in vermeil |
tint |
and shape, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 209 |
|
TINTED............4 |
Coral |
tinted |
teach no blisses, |
You say you love; but with a voice, Line 12 |
Blush- |
tinted |
cheeks, half smiles, and faintest sighs, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 619 |
And coverlids gold- |
tinted |
like the peach, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 396 |
And shaped and |
tinted |
her above all peers. |
Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, Line 4 |
|
TINTING...........2 |
A |
tinting |
of its quality: how light |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 754 |
|
Tinting |
with silver wan your marble tombs. |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 440 |
|
TINTS.............1 |
More warm than those heroic |
tints |
that fill a painter's sense, |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 36 |
|
TINY..............2 |
To bind them all about with |
tiny |
rings. |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 60 |
Or |
tiny |
point of fairy scymetar; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 499 |
|
TIP...............4 |
I stood |
tip |
-toe upon a little hill, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 1 |
Here are sweet peas, on |
tip |
-toe for a flight: |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 57 |
A steady splendour; but at the |
tip |
-top, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 805 |
Thy tail's |
tip |
is nicked off - and though the fists |
To Mrs. Reynold's Cat, Line 11 |
|
TIPPED............1 |
With ebon- |
tipped |
flutes: close after these, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 147 |
|
TIPPING...........1 |
|
Tipping |
the wink to him was heathen Greek; |
Character of C.B., Line 20 |
|
TIPPLED...........1 |
Have |
tippled |
drink more fine |
Lines on the Mermaid Tavern, Line 5 |
|
TIPS..............3 |
And still, a sleeping, held her finger- |
tips |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 445 |
Whose |
tips |
are glowing hot. The legend cheers |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 841 |
Or is't thy dewy hand the daisy |
tips |
? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 151 |
|
TIPSILY...........1 |
|
Tipsily |
quaffing. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 217 |
|
TIPSY.............1 |
And dead as a venus |
tipsy |
. |
Over the hill and over the dale, Line 16 |
|
TIPT..............1 |
|
Tipt |
round with silver from the sun's bright eyes. |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 132 |
|
TIPTOE............7 |
How |
tiptoe |
Night holds back her dark-grey hood. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 831 |
And, just beyond, on light |
tiptoe |
divine, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 261 |
This sleepy music, forc'd him walk |
tiptoe |
: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 358 |
Came many a |
tiptoe |
, amorous cavalier, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 60 |
|
Tiptoe |
with white arms spread. He, sick to lose |
Lamia, Part I, Line 287 |
The |
tiptoe |
marquis, moral and gallant, |
The Jealousies, Line 150 |
Eban then paid his fare, and |
tiptoe |
went |
The Jealousies, Line 262 |
|
TIPTOP............1 |
Their |
tiptop |
nothings, their dull skies, their thrones- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 15 |
|
TIR'D.............1 |
O ye who have your eyeballs vext and |
tir'd |
|
On the Sea, Line 9 |
|
TIRE..............3 |
And thus: "I need not any hearing |
tire |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 457 |
Snuff at its faint extreme, and seem to |
tire |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 365 |
Though it's a pretty weight, it will not |
tire |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 516 |
|
TIRED.............4 |
When they have |
tired |
their gentle limbs with play, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 84 |
With his delights; for when |
tired |
out with fun |
On the Grasshopper and Cricket, Line 7 |
And havens of repose, when his |
tired |
wings |
Four seasons fill the measure of the year, Line 9 |
|
Tired |
out, and weary-worn with contumelies. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 116 |
|
TIS...............1 |
" |
Tis |
Apollonius sage, my trusty guide |
Lamia, Part I, Line 375 |
|
TISSUE............1 |
A silver |
tissue |
, scantly to be seen, |
The Jealousies, Line 346 |
|
TIT...............3 |
Destroy'd?- how many |
tit |
bits stolen? Gaze |
To Mrs. Reynold's Cat, Line 3 |
I must - I shall - I meet not such |
tit |
bits, |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 40 |
|
Tit |
-bits for Phoebus!- yes, you well may smile. |
The Jealousies, Line 563 |
|
TITAN.............2 |
And the bright |
Titan |
, phrenzied with new woes, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 299 |
Will you make |
Titan |
play the lackey-page |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 60 |
|
TITAN'S...........1 |
What is there to plain of? By |
Titan's |
foe |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 943 |
|
TITANIA...........3 |
When lovely |
Titania |
was far, far away, |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 27 |
As is the wand that queen |
Titania |
wields. |
To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses, Line 8 |
From the sequester'd haunts of gay |
Titania |
, |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 40 |
|
TITANS............7 |
The |
Titans |
fierce, self-hid, or prison-bound, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 161 |
Where Cybele and the bruised |
Titans |
mourn'd. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 4 |
" |
Titans |
, behold your God!" at which some groan'd; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 110 |
O |
Titans |
, shall I say ' Arise!'- Ye groan: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 157 |
Speak! roar! shout! yell! ye sleepy |
Titans |
all. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 316 |
Amazed were those |
Titans |
utterly. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 2 |
The |
Titans |
fierce, self-hid, or prison-bound, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 10 |
|
TITIAN............1 |
Some, |
Titian |
colours touch'd into real life. |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 19 |
|
TITIAN'S..........1 |
Of |
Titian's |
portraiture, and one, though new, |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 68 |
|
TITLE.............1 |
If not in |
title |
yet in noble deeds, |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE III, Stephen, Line 44 |
|
TITLES............1 |
I lisp'd thy blooming |
titles |
inwardly; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 733 |
|
TITTLE............1 |
But let us leave this idle |
tittle |
tattle |
The Jealousies, Line 118 |
|
TITTLEBAT.........1 |
|
Tittlebat |
|
There was a naughty boy, Line 76 |
|
TO'T..............2 |
When mad Eurydice is listening |
to't |
; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 165 |
Take lawyer's nose and put it |
to't |
|
All gentle folks who owe a grudge, Line 15 |
|
TOADS.............1 |
A brace of |
toads |
, than league with them t' oppress |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 164 |
|
TOASTS............1 |
Nibble their |
toasts |
, and cool their tea with sighs, |
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Line 2 |
|
TOE...............6 |
I stood tip- |
toe |
upon a little hill, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 1 |
Here are sweet peas, on tip- |
toe |
for a flight: |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 57 |
Red-Crag, there lies beneath my farthest |
toe |
|
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 48 |
A fay of colour, slave from top to |
toe |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 182 |
Feeling, with careful |
toe |
, for every stair, |
The Jealousies, Line 308 |
|
Toe |
crush'd with heel ill-natured fighting breeds, |
The Jealousies, Line 772 |
|
TOES..............3 |
Than the light music of her nimble |
toes |
|
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 97 |
No wild boar tushes, and no mermaid's |
toes |
: |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 16 |
To pour in at the |
toes |
: I mounted up, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 134 |
|
TOGETHER..........19 |
May we |
together |
pass, and calmly try |
To My Brothers, Line 12 |
To summon all the downiest clouds |
together |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 364 |
|
Together |
intertwin'd and trammel'd fresh: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 411 |
His empty arms |
together |
, hung his head, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 858 |
A copious spring; and both |
together |
dash'd |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 919 |
Into the vallies green |
together |
went. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 765 |
I do love you both |
together |
! |
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Line 4 |
Fair and foul I love |
together |
; |
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Line 7 |
Both |
together |
, sane and mad; |
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Line 19 |
Both |
together |
,- let me slake |
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Line 28 |
But O on the hether to lie |
together |
|
Where be ye going, you Devon maid, Line 11 |
She will bring thee, all |
together |
, |
Fancy, Line 31 |
Rose-bloom fell on her hands, |
together |
prest, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 220 |
He press'd |
together |
, and in silence stood. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 378 |
And Phorcus, sea-born, and |
together |
strode |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 385 |
|
Together |
had he left his mother fair |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 31 |
It seem'd you were in deep discourse |
together |
; |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 84 |
As those who, safe |
together |
met alone |
Lamia, Part I, Line 302 |
Let us away!" Away |
together |
ran |
The Jealousies, Line 320 |
|
TOGITHER..........1 |
They went |
togither |
. |
Ah! ken ye what I met the day, Line 24 |
|
TOIL..............22 |
Spreads awfully before me. How much |
toil |
! |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 307 |
To lose, at once, all my |
toil |
breeding fire, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 537 |
As if, athirst with so much |
toil |
, 'twould sip |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 88 |
After long |
toil |
and travelling, to miss |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 145 |
Yet, for him there's refreshment even in |
toil |
; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 147 |
Amid his |
toil |
thou gav'st Leander breath; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 97 |
Then up he rose, like one whose tedious |
toil |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 226 |
Whereat was heard a noise of painful |
toil |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 522 |
Of seamen, and stout galley-rowers' |
toil |
: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 248 |
Such men to honor thee, who, worn with |
toil |
, |
To the Nile, Line 7 |
It is impossible to escape from |
toil |
|
Spenser, a jealous honorer of thine, Line 9 |
That when a man doth set himself in |
toil |
|
Extracts from an Opera, [first section] Line 3 |
A straying from his |
toil |
? Hot Egypt's pest |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 140 |
Thinking on rugged hours and fruitless |
toil |
, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 324 |
In the passion of his |
toil |
, |
Not Aladdin magian, Line 6 |
Of all the |
toil |
and vigour you have spent |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 45 |
After so many hours of |
toil |
and quest, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 338 |
"They |
toil |
not, neither do they spin." |
Ode on Indolence, Epigraph |
|
Toil |
hard, ye slaves, and from the miser-earth |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 10 |
To count with the |
toil |
the innumerable degrees. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 92 |
Prodigious seem'd the |
toil |
; the leaves were yet |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 121 |
Spread deeper crimson than the battle's |
toil |
, |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE I, Stephen, Line 2 |
|
TOIL'D............2 |
Long |
toil'd |
in foreign wars, and whose high deeds |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 26 |
Or nature's rocks |
toil'd |
hard in waves and winds, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 69 |
|
TOILING...........3 |
Of stedfast genius, |
toiling |
gallantly! |
Addressed to Haydon, Line 10 |
'Tis young Leander |
toiling |
to his death. |
On a Leander Which Miss Reynolds, My Kind Friend, Gave Me, Line 9 |
That |
toiling |
years would put within my grasp, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 524 |
|
TOILS.............3 |
For lo! the |
toils |
are spread around your den, |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 67 |
Though I alone were taken in these |
toils |
, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 61 |
Now I thank heaven I am in the |
toils |
, |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE I, Stephen, Line 27 |
|
TOITY.............1 |
And see what hoity- |
toity |
airs she took:) |
The Jealousies, Line 707 |
|
TOLD..............34 |
Bards, that erst sublimely |
told |
|
Ode to Apollo, Line 3 |
I marvel much that thou hast never |
told |
|
To George Felton Mathew, Line 84 |
That thou hast never |
told |
thy travels strange, |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 90 |
O what wonders had been |
told |
|
Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, Line 2 |
(For knightly Spenser to Libertas |
told |
it,) |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 24 |
The wrong'd Libertas,- who has |
told |
you stories |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 44 |
Oft of one wide expanse had I been |
told |
|
On First Looking into Chapman's Homer, Line 5 |
So felt he, who first |
told |
, how Psyche went |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 141 |
Nor was it long ere he had |
told |
the tale |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 179 |
Of loggerheads and chapmen;- we are |
told |
|
Before he went to live with owls and bats, Line 11 |
And shar'd their famish'd scrips. Thus all out- |
told |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 392 |
When I have |
told |
thee how my waking sight |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 859 |
A wonder, fair as any I have |
told |
- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 894 |
Along whose track the prince quick footsteps |
told |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 227 |
Not of these days, but long ago 'twas |
told |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 830 |
And then the forest |
told |
it in a dream |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 832 |
Long years of misery have |
told |
me so. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 325 |
I |
told |
thee of, where lovely Scylla lies; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 720 |
And I have |
told |
thee all thou mayest hear. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 272 |
Before three swiftest kisses he had |
told |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 1001 |
They |
told |
their sister how, with sudden speed, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 225 |
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 |
Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he |
told |
|
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 5 |
They |
told |
her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 46 |
But soon his eyes grew brilliant, when she |
told |
|
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 132 |
The Beadsman, after thousand aves |
told |
, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 377 |
The chilly sunset faintly |
told |
|
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 7 |
Stay'd in their birth, even as here 'tis |
told |
. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 295 |
|
Told |
of his rage, ere he thus sank and pined. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 43 |
And many else whose names may not be |
told |
. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 81 |
Well! hast |
told |
|
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 1b |
Of cups and goblets, and the store thrice |
told |
|
Lamia, Part II, Line 186 |
suburbs of Corinth, and |
told |
him she was a Phoenician by birth, and if he would |
Lamia, Keats's Footnote from Burton, |
They |
told |
the truth, though, round, the snowy locks |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 452 |
|
TOLERABLE.........1 |
And made a very |
tolerable |
broth- |
The Jealousies, Line 651 |
|
TOLL..............6 |
The church bells |
toll |
a melancholy round, |
Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition, Line 1 |
Still, still they |
toll |
, and I should feel a damp, |
Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition, Line 9 |
Whose passing-bell may ere the midnight |
toll |
; |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 156 |
Upon the first |
toll |
of his passing-bell, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 173 |
To |
toll |
me back from thee to my sole self! |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 72 |
Upon the first |
toll |
of his passing bell: |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 22 |
|
TOM...............3 |
This is your birth-day, |
Tom |
, and I rejoice |
To My Brothers, Line 9 |
Do you get health - and |
Tom |
the same - I'll dance, |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 110 |
He sipp'd no olden |
Tom |
, or ruin blue, |
Character of C.B., Line 21 |
|
TOMB..............12 |
A chill as from a |
tomb |
, did I not know |
Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition, Line 10 |
Of youth, and destine thee towards a |
tomb |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 592 |
And my couch a low grass |
tomb |
. |
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Line 33 |
Lorenzo stood, and wept: the forest |
tomb |
|
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 275 |
And it shall comfort me within the |
tomb |
. |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 304 |
Why linger at the yawning |
tomb |
so long? |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 386 |
She wrapp'd it up; and for its |
tomb |
did choose |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 413 |
Her book a churchyard |
tomb |
. |
Old Meg she was a gipsey, Line 8 |
Pale, lattic'd, chill, and silent as a |
tomb |
. |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 113 |
Carve it on my |
tomb |
, that, when I rest beneath, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 132 |
"When from this wreathed |
tomb |
shall I awake! |
Lamia, Part I, Line 38 |
And in the icy silence of the |
tomb |
, |
This living hand, now warm and capable, Line 3 |
|
TOMBS.............4 |
Then old songs waken from enclouded |
tombs |
; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 787 |
Dark regions are around it, where the |
tombs |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 516 |
Of flowers, rush of rivers, and the |
tombs |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 642 |
Tinting with silver wan your marble |
tombs |
. |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 440 |
|
TOMORROW..........1 |
Persist and you may be an ape |
tomorrow |
." |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 40 |
|
TONE..............14 |
The sweet majestic |
tone |
of Maro's lyre; |
Ode to Apollo, Line 14 |
Mysterious, wild, the far heard trumpet's |
tone |
; |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 156 |
Let me write down a line of glorious |
tone |
, |
On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour, Line 11 |
Of the wide spheres - an everlasting |
tone |
. |
To Kosciusko, Line 4 |
Faints into sleep, with many a dying |
tone |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 950 |
He kept an anxious ear. The humming |
tone |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 916 |
Through the wide forest - a most fearful |
tone |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 323 |
But in her |
tone |
and look he read the rest. |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 56 |
Affray his ears, though but in dying |
tone |
:- |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 260 |
In solemn tenour and deep organ |
tone |
: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 48 |
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no |
tone |
: |
Ode on a Grecian Urn, Line 14 |
And then she whisper'd in such trembling |
tone |
, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 301 |
"Fool!" said the sophist, in an under- |
tone |
|
Lamia, Part II, Line 291 |
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi- |
tone |
, |
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone, Line 3 |
|
TONED.............3 |
Amphion's utterance, |
toned |
with his lyre, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 24 |
"Lamia!" he cried - and no soft- |
toned |
reply. |
Lamia, Part II, Line 261 |
Sweet in the air a mild- |
toned |
music plays, |
The Jealousies, Line 725 |
|
TONES.............10 |
The |
tones |
of love our joys enhance, |
Stay, ruby breasted warbler, stay, Line 15 |
Hadst caught the |
tones |
, nor suffered them to die. |
To Lord Byron, Line 5 |
The dying |
tones |
that fill the air, |
Ode to Apollo, Line 45 |
Revive the dying |
tones |
of minstrelsy, |
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem, Line 32 |
Whose |
tones |
reach nought on earth but Poet's ear. |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 32 |
The seed its harvest, or the lute its |
tones |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 840 |
|
Tones |
ravishment, or ravishment its sweet, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 841 |
Amid the fierce intoxicating |
tones |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 16 |
Smooth, without clashing cymbal, |
tones |
of peace |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 48 |
With sad low |
tones |
, while thus he spake, and sent |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 410 |
|
TONGS.............1 |
Robes, golden |
tongs |
, censer, and chafing dish, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 79 |
|
TONGUE............52 |
And echo back the voice of thine own |
tongue |
? |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 52 |
O kindly muse! let not my weak |
tongue |
faulter |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 128 |
Were dead and gone, and her caressing |
tongue |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 340 |
That never |
tongue |
, although it overteem |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 575 |
My foolish |
tongue |
, and listening, half afraid, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 960 |
Himself along the grass. What gentle |
tongue |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 96 |
A homeward fever parches up my |
tongue |
- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 319 |
Thine honied |
tongue |
- lute-breathings, which I gasp |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 820 |
Writ in the |
tongue |
of heaven, by those souls |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 130 |
Or I am skilless quite: an idle |
tongue |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 909 |
The mellow ditties from a mourning |
tongue |
?- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 160 |
Felt not more |
tongue |
-tied than Endymion. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 444 |
Search my most hidden breast! By truth's own |
tongue |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 458 |
No |
tongue |
shall ask, whence come ye? but ye shall |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 822 |
For to thy |
tongue |
will I all health confide. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 864 |
And then his |
tongue |
with sober seemlihed |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 950 |
And by old Rhadamanthus' |
tongue |
of doom, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 953 |
Says I, hold your |
tongue |
, you young gipsey. |
Over the hill and over the dale, Line 14 |
So she held her |
tongue |
and lay plump and fair |
Over the hill and over the dale, Line 15 |
To stead thee as a verse in English |
tongue |
, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 159 |
For there was striving, in its piteous |
tongue |
, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 282 |
Persuade her sacred |
tongue |
|
All gentle folks who owe a grudge, Line 50 |
More parching to the |
tongue |
than all, of more divine a smart, |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 8 |
What whining bit of |
tongue |
and mouth thus dares |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 21 |
Were not so |
tongue |
-tied,- no, they went |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 8 |
On his ear like mother- |
tongue |
; |
Where's the Poet? Show him! show him, Line 15 |
And scarce three steps, ere Music's golden |
tongue |
|
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 20 |
Some mourning words, which in our feeble |
tongue |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 49 |
As with a palsied |
tongue |
, and while his beard |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 93 |
Too huge for mortal |
tongue |
or pen of scribe: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 160 |
A serpent's plashy neck; its barbed |
tongue |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 45 |
His |
tongue |
with the full weight of utterless thought, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 120 |
In murmurs, which his first-endeavouring |
tongue |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 171 |
Ye would not call this too indulged |
tongue |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 298 |
Thy name is on my |
tongue |
, I know not how; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 83 |
A burning forehead, and a parching |
tongue |
. |
Ode on a Grecian Urn, Line 30 |
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous |
tongue |
|
Ode on Melancholy, Line 27 |
I blush to think of my unchasten'd |
tongue |
; |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 123 |
Is frankness, and a true |
tongue |
to the world; |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 176 |
By Peter's chair! I have upon my |
tongue |
|
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 67 |
From adoration, and my foolish |
tongue |
|
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 8 |
Will make thy bold |
tongue |
quiver to the roots, |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 87 |
A foolish |
tongue |
, that I may bethink me |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 4 |
The little thunder of your fretful |
tongue |
, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 60 |
To know thee sad thus, will unloose my |
tongue |
|
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Page, Line 14 |
Put on a judge's brow, and use a |
tongue |
|
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 147 |
The leaves of willow and of adder's |
tongue |
; |
Lamia, Part II, Line 224 |
And been well nurtured in his mother |
tongue |
. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 15 |
I had no words to answer; for my |
tongue |
, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 228 |
Some mourning words, which in our feeble |
tongue |
|
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 351 |
Too huge for mortal |
tongue |
, or pen of scribe. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 9 |
Return'd the Princess, "my |
tongue |
shall not cease |
The Jealousies, Line 62 |
|
TONGUED...........2 |
O golden- |
tongued |
Romance, with serene lute! |
On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again, Line 1 |
Bedded in |
tongued |
flames will be. |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, SALAMANDER, Line 92 |
|
TONGUELESS........2 |
But ye, poor |
tongueless |
things, were meant |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 11 |
As though a |
tongueless |
nightingale should swell |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 206 |
|
TONGUES...........5 |
Until their |
tongues |
were loos'd in poesy. |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 235 |
Again my trooping hounds their |
tongues |
shall loll |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 480 |
If smiles, if dimples, |
tongues |
for ardour mute, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 441 |
Suffering a daily death from evil |
tongues |
; |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 45 |
Light flags stream out like gauzy |
tongues |
of fire; |
The Jealousies, Line 572 |
|
TONIGHT...........1 |
Why did I laugh |
tonight |
? No voice will tell: |
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell, Line 1 |
|
TOOK..............56 |
|
Took |
happy flights. Who shall his fame impair |
Written on the Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison, Line 13 |
When bright processions |
took |
their airy march |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 29 |
Nor when reluctantly I |
took |
my hat; |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 120 |
And the tann'd harvesters rich armfuls |
took |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 441 |
And |
took |
a lute, from which there pulsing came |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 491 |
Dream within dream!" - "She |
took |
an airy range, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 633 |
Through autumn mists, and |
took |
Peona's hand: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 991 |
At the youth's slumber; while another |
took |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 423 |
The eagle landed him, and farewel |
took |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 669 |
Stretching his indolent arms, he |
took |
, O bliss! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 712 |
Along the ground they |
took |
a winding course. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 926 |
|
Took |
silently their foot-prints. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 314a |
She |
took |
me like a child of suckling time, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 456 |
Anon she |
took |
a branch of mistletoe, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 514 |
The sea-swell |
took |
her hair. Dead as she was |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 625 |
And having done it, |
took |
his dark blue cloak |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 751 |
Through which this Paphian army |
took |
its march, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 853 |
Ripe from hue-golden swoons |
took |
all the blaze, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 861 |
Then Love |
took |
wing, and from his pinions shed |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 891 |
Sick hearted, weary - so I |
took |
a whim |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 269 |
By which he |
took |
his first soft poppy dream; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 786 |
Each step he |
took |
should make his lady's hand |
Extracts from an Opera, [first section] Line 5 |
Resolv'd, she |
took |
with her an aged nurse, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 343 |
In anxious secrecy they |
took |
it home, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 401 |
He |
took |
|
There was a naughty boy, Line 5 |
He |
took |
|
There was a naughty boy, Line 30 |
(Here the lady |
took |
some more whiskey and was putting even more to |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, MRS. C-, Line S.D. |
|
Took |
to the cowl,- then rav'd and swore |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 53 |
She |
took |
their cream of beauty, fairest dyes, |
Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, Line 3 |
Where Porphyro |
took |
covert, pleas'd amain. |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 188 |
Awakening up, he |
took |
her hollow lute,- |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 289 |
He was so very ugly: then she |
took |
|
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 51 |
She |
took |
it in her head to see the place. |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 56 |
The Princess |
took |
it and, dismounting straight, |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 69 |
As Hermes once |
took |
to his feathers light, |
As Hermes once took to his feathers light, Line 1 |
Instead of sweets, his ample palate |
took |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 188 |
Fain would he have commanded, fain |
took |
throne |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 290 |
To all my empire: farewell sad I |
took |
, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 239 |
And sat me down, and |
took |
a mouthed shell |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 270 |
She |
took |
me to her elfin grot, |
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, Line 29 |
No, you are not deceiv'd. You |
took |
me for |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 136 |
I |
took |
compassion on her, bade her steep |
Lamia, Part I, Line 106 |
A deep volcanian yellow |
took |
the place |
Lamia, Part I, Line 155 |
Against his better self, he |
took |
delight |
Lamia, Part II, Line 73 |
His passion, cruel grown, |
took |
on a hue |
Lamia, Part II, Line 75 |
From fifty censers their light voyage |
took |
|
Lamia, Part II, Line 180 |
Till, checking his love trance, a cup he |
took |
|
Lamia, Part II, Line 241 |
house, and all that was in it, vanished in an instant: many thousands |
took |
|
Lamia, Keats's Footnote from Burton, |
Sipp'd by the wander'd bee, the which I |
took |
, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 43 |
To whisper, there's the man who |
took |
alive |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE III, Stephen, Line 31 |
But of its threat she |
took |
the utmost heed; |
The Jealousies, Line 70 |
Tied in a burnish'd knot, their semblance |
took |
|
The Jealousies, Line 269 |
To such a depth!" The Emperor |
took |
his robe, |
The Jealousies, Line 410 |
Whereat a narrow Flemish glass he |
took |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 415 |
And see what hoity-toity airs she |
took |
:) |
The Jealousies, Line 707 |
Yclep'd Typographus, the giant |
took |
|
In after time a sage of mickle lore, Line 2 |
|
TOOTH.............2 |
Shewing |
tooth |
, tusk, and venom-bag, and sting! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 502 |
We have not one sweet |
tooth |
out. |
O blush not so! O blush not so, Line 16 |
|
TOOTHED...........1 |
The sluggish wheels; solemn their |
toothed |
maws, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 644 |
|
TOP...............15 |
From the worn |
top |
of some old battlement |
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem, Line 15 |
Upon some mountain- |
top |
until I feel |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 50 |
Who stood on Latmus' |
top |
, what time there blew |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 194 |
Branch down sweeping from a tall ash |
top |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 335 |
A steady splendour; but at the tip- |
top |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 805 |
Around thine aged |
top |
, and thy clear fount |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 722 |
Thou wast the mountain- |
top |
- the sage's pen- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 164 |
I was to |
top |
the heavens. Dear maid, sith |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 110 |
Or from old Skiddaw's |
top |
, when fog conceals |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 394 |
Upon the |
top |
of Nevis, blind in mist! |
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud, Line 2 |
Upon the little cradle's |
top |
|
'Tis the "witching time of night", Line 35 |
My |
top |
has henceforth slept in faery land. |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 32 |
That is the |
top |
of sovereignty. Mark well! |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 205 |
A fay of colour, slave from |
top |
to toe, |
The Jealousies, Line 182 |
Reach the hill |
top |
, and now throughout the valley shines." |
The Jealousies, Line 558 |
|
TOPER.............1 |
A |
toper |
this! he plied his glass |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 25 |
|
TOPMOST...........2 |
My goblet full of wine - my |
topmost |
deed:- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 168 |
They hung his bridle on a |
topmost |
bough, |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 95 |
|
TOPS..............7 |
Edg'd round with dark tree |
tops |
? through which a dove |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 86 |
Beyond the tall tree |
tops |
; and in less time |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 332 |
Until the poplar |
tops |
, in journey dreary, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 923 |
And the black-elm |
tops |
'mong the freezing stars, |
O thou whose face hath felt the winter's wind, Line 3 |
Above tree |
tops |
and towers play, |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 62 |
Thick night confounds the pine- |
tops |
with the clouds: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 80 |
Come with me, o'er |
tops |
of trees, |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, ZEPHYR, Line 48 |
|
TOPSY.............1 |
All things turn'd |
topsy |
-turvy in a devil's dance. |
The Jealousies, Line 756 |
|
TORCH.............3 |
No light in the darkness, no |
torch |
in the gloom, |
Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear, Line 15 |
A bright |
torch |
, and a casement ope at night, |
Ode to Psyche, Line 66 |
While the |
torch |
-bearing slaves a halloo sent |
The Jealousies, Line 392 |
|
TORCH'S...........1 |
To where he stood, hid from the |
torch's |
flame, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 93 |
|
TORCHED...........1 |
In |
torched |
mines and noisy factories, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 108 |
|
TORCHES...........3 |
Her dazzling |
torches |
; nor the music breathe |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 47 |
By strewn flowers, |
torches |
, and a marriage song, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 109 |
Lighted our |
torches |
, and kept up a shout, |
The Jealousies, Line 682 |
|
TORCHES'..........1 |
Amid the pages, and the |
torches' |
glare, |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 109 |
|
TORE..............1 |
He |
tore |
it into pieces small as snow |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 749 |
|
TORMENT...........4 |
All |
torment |
from my breast;- 'twas even then, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 927 |
Yet do not so, sweet queen; one |
torment |
spar'd |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 175 |
Ere the God of |
Torment |
taught her |
Fancy, Line 82 |
More grievous |
torment |
than a hermit's fast:- |
Lamia, Part II, Line 4 |
|
TORMENT'S.........1 |
Worse than the |
torment's |
self: but rather tie |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 177 |
|
TORMENTED.........1 |
Voiceless, or hoarse with loud |
tormented |
streams: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 362 |
|
TORN..............3 |
That such fair clusters should be rudely |
torn |
|
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 44 |
A viol, bow strings |
torn |
, cross-wise upon |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 40 |
A curious volume, patch'd and |
torn |
, |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 25 |
|
TORRENT...........3 |
And |
torrent |
, and ten thousand jutting shapes, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 628 |
A |
torrent |
crosses, |
Ah! ken ye what I met the day, Line 10 |
Than I to meet the |
torrent |
of my foes. |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE I, Stephen, Line 31 |
|
TORRENTS..........2 |
Of thunderous waterfalls and |
torrents |
hoarse, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 8 |
And all the headlong |
torrents |
far and near, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 364 |
|
TORRID............1 |
To the |
torrid |
spouts and fountains |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, DUSKETHA, Line 81 |
|
TORTUR'D..........2 |
And, for my |
tortur'd |
brain begins to craze, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 116 |
O I am |
tortur'd |
by this villainy. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Albert, Line 72 |
|
TORTURE...........5 |
Shrieks, yells, and groans of |
torture |
-pilgrimage; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 524 |
Some chain'd in |
torture |
, and some wandering. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 18 |
Put to the |
torture |
for confessional? |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Albert, Line 24 |
Her eyes in |
torture |
fix'd, and anguish drear, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 150 |
And mention ('tis as well) the |
torture |
of the wasp." |
The Jealousies, Line 198 |
|
TORTURED..........3 |
Once more been |
tortured |
with renewed life. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 919 |
Though old Ulysses |
tortured |
from his slumbers |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 26 |
Often with more than |
tortured |
lion's groan |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 861 |
|
TORTURER'S........1 |
Of a curs'd |
torturer's |
office? Why shouldst join,- |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 87 |
|
TORTURES..........3 |
|
Tortures |
hot breath, and speech of agony, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 257 |
Death!- and slow |
tortures |
to the hardy fool |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 69 |
In unimagined |
tortures |
, or breathe through |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 12 |
|
TORTURING.........2 |
From human pastures; or, O |
torturing |
fact! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 5 |
From |
torturing |
jealousy. |
To Fanny, Line 48 |
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TOSS..............1 |
No one to see my Persian feathers |
toss |
, |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 12 |
|
TOSS'D............1 |
|
Toss'd |
up the silver spume against the clouds. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 655 |
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TOSSING...........2 |
|
Tossing |
about on Neptune's restless ways, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 348 |
And left me |
tossing |
safely. But the crown |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 352 |
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TOST..............2 |
Most piously;- all lovers tempest- |
tost |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 703 |
Thou, Carian lord, hadst better have been |
tost |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 52 |
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TOTAL.............1 |
A |
total |
opposition? No one. So |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 693 |
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TOTTERING.........1 |
Gave mighty pulses: in this |
tottering |
case |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 305 |
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TOUCH.............43 |
Or e'en the |
touch |
of Archimago's wand, |
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem, Line 6 |
Could hear your footsteps |
touch |
the grav'ly floor. |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 124 |
Play with their fingers, |
touch |
their shoulders white |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 107 |
O let me for one moment |
touch |
her wrist; |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 103 |
Why |
touch |
thy soft lute |
God of the golden bow, Line 21 |
Whose else? In this who |
touch |
thy vesture's hem? |
To Haydon with a Sonnet Written on Seeing the Elgin Marbles, Line 10 |
Ah! through their nestling |
touch |
, |
Unfelt, unheard, unseen, Line 4 |
Gives it a |
touch |
ethereal - a new birth: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 298 |
Methought I fainted at the charmed |
touch |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 637 |
And with a sympathetic |
touch |
unbinds |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 785 |
The crystal spout-head: so it did, with |
touch |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 89 |
But, at that very |
touch |
, to disappear |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 92 |
For 'tis the nicest |
touch |
of human honour, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 436 |
By any |
touch |
, a bunch of blooming plums |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 450 |
|
Touch |
raptur'd!- See how painfully I flow: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 948 |
Or will he |
touch |
me with his searing hand, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 261 |
I am too flinty-hard for thy nice |
touch |
: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 573 |
As doth a flower at Apollo's |
touch |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 786 |
To |
touch |
this flower into human shape! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 67 |
His first |
touch |
of the earth went nigh to kill. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 614 |
That doth enfold and |
touch |
thee all about, |
Extracts from an Opera, [sixth section] Line 5 |
And |
touch |
the strings into a mystery; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 444 |
And why it flourish'd, as by magic |
touch |
; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 459 |
Dares to |
touch |
audaciously |
Not Aladdin magian, Line 37 |
To see Ben Nevis and to |
touch |
his nose? |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 46 |
At a |
touch |
sweet Pleasure melteth, |
Fancy, Line 3 |
At a |
touch |
sweet Pleasure melteth |
Fancy, Line 77 |
Perchance speak, kneel, |
touch |
, kiss - in sooth such things have been. |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 81 |
Meantime |
touch |
piously the Delphic harp, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 10 |
|
Touch |
the very pulse of fire |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, DUSKETHA, Line 84 |
Is blighted by the |
touch |
of calumny; |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 137 |
His |
touch |
an immortality, not I!- |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 43 |
I |
touch |
her not. |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 172a |
Made close inquiry; from whose |
touch |
she shrank, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 103 |
At the mere |
touch |
of cold philosophy? |
Lamia, Part II, Line 230 |
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout |
touch |
, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 249 |
And |
touch |
the stubble-plains with rosy hue; |
To Autumn, Line 26 |
Soft showering in mine ears, and, by the |
touch |
|
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 23 |
Her planetary eyes; and |
touch |
her voice |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 281 |
|
Touch |
has a memory. O say, Love, say, |
What can I do to drive away, Line 4 |
Let none else |
touch |
the just new-budded flower; |
To Fanny, Line 54 |
He sat and cursed a bride he knew he could not |
touch |
. |
The Jealousies, Line 126 |
His son shall never |
touch |
that bishopric; |
The Jealousies, Line 146 |
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TOUCH'D...........32 |
And her first footsteps |
touch'd |
a verdant hill; |
Imitation of Spenser, Line 2 |
Had |
touch'd |
her plaintive lute; and thou, being by, |
To Lord Byron, Line 4 |
First |
touch'd |
; what amorous, and fondling nips |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 144 |
Whose mellow reeds are |
touch'd |
with sounds forlorn |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 205 |
He had |
touch'd |
his forehead, he began to thread |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 266 |
One, kneeling to a lyre, |
touch'd |
the strings, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 420 |
"I |
touch'd |
no lute, I sang not, trod no measures: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 338 |
These treasures - |
touch'd |
the knuckles - they unclasp'd- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 672 |
He with his wand light |
touch'd |
, and heavenward |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 336 |
Some, Titian colours |
touch'd |
into real life. |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 19 |
Whisper'd I and |
touch'd |
his brow. |
Not Aladdin magian, Line 20 |
And |
touch'd |
the wards; the door full courteously |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 71 |
No brush had |
touch'd |
his chin or razor sheer; |
Character of C.B., Line 7 |
No care had |
touch'd |
his cheek with mortal doom, |
Character of C.B., Line 8 |
|
Touch'd |
his wide shoulders, after bending low |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 24 |
She |
touch'd |
her fair large forehead to the ground, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 80 |
And |
touch'd |
with shade of bronzed obelisks, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 178 |
Upon its own producer, forthwith |
touch'd |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 196 |
His bright feet |
touch'd |
, and there he stay'd to view |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 368 |
Whose strings |
touch'd |
by thy fingers, all the vast |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 64 |
Their lips |
touch'd |
not, but had not bade adieu, |
Ode to Psyche, Line 17 |
What mood is this? Hath fortune |
touch'd |
thy brain? |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 99 |
So rainbow-sided, |
touch'd |
with miseries, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 54 |
Could e'er have |
touch'd |
there. Sounds AEolian |
Lamia, Part I, Line 386 |
But when the happy vintage |
touch'd |
their brains, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 203 |
One minute before death, my iced foot |
touch'd |
|
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 132 |
The lowest stair; and as it |
touch'd |
, life seem'd |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 133 |
|
Touch'd |
his wide shoulders, after bending low |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 329 |
And |
touch'd |
with shade of bronzed obelisks, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 26 |
While little harps were |
touch'd |
by many a lyric fay. |
The Jealousies, Line 36 |
I see the dawning |
touch'd |
upon your face; |
The Jealousies, Line 481 |
|
Touch'd |
a spring-lock, and there in wool, or snow |
The Jealousies, Line 511 |
|
TOUCHED...........1 |
I hope I have not in too late a day |
touched |
the beautiful |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Preface, paragraph5 |
|
TOUCHING..........5 |
Have become indolent; but |
touching |
thine, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 5 |
|
Touching |
with dazzled lips her starlight hand. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 419 |
Close to her ear |
touching |
the melody;- |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 293 |
You had a letter from me |
touching |
him? |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 62 |
Your purpose |
touching |
her. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 143a |
|
TOUCHWOOD.........1 |
Of moulted feathers, |
touchwood |
, alder chips, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 882 |
|
TOUGH.............1 |
Gone, the |
tough |
-belted outlaw |
Robin Hood, Line 35 |
|
TOUR..............1 |
With random friar, or rake upon his |
tour |
, |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 21 |
|
TOURNAMENT........1 |
Leaps to the honors of a |
tournament |
, |
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem, Line 28 |
|
TOURNEY...........2 |
A |
tourney |
? |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 36b |
Of your large bounties. A |
tourney |
, is it not? |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 52 |