| LIKE (verbal form)....2
|
| Truly I should not |
like |
to be convey'd |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, MRS. C—, Line 35 |
| You do not |
like |
cold pig with Latin phrases, |
The Jealousies, Line 539 |
| |
|
MAY (month).....17
|
| Gay villagers, upon a morn of |
May |
, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 83 |
| A bush of |
May |
flowers with the bees about them; |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 29 |
| Takes as a long lost right the feel of |
May |
, |
After dark vapours have oppressed our plains, Line 6 |
| The silvery tears of April? — Youth of |
May |
? |
To the Ladies Who Saw Me Crown'd, Line 10 |
| The shrine of Flora in her early |
May |
. |
To Leigh Hunt, Esq., Line 8 |
| Such morning incense from the fields of |
May |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 470 |
| Heart's lightness from the merriment of |
May |
?- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 166 |
| Not longer than the |
May |
—fly's small fan-horns; |
Extracts from an Opera, [fourth section] Line 5 |
| A whole long month of |
May |
in this sad plight |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 25 |
| All the buds and bells of |
May |
, |
Fancy, Line 33 |
| Sapphire queen of the mid- |
May |
; |
Fancy, Line 52 |
| On the |
May |
—grown asphodel. |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, ZEPHYR, Line 28 |
| Far in the west where the |
May |
-cloud lowers, |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, BREAMA, Line 97 |
| Though in her lids hung the sweet tears of |
May |
; |
Ode on Indolence, Line 46 |
| From the first shoot till the unripe mid- |
May |
, |
Otho the Great, ACT II, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 134 |
| When in mid- |
May |
the sickening east wind |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 97 |
| |
|
STILL...184
|
| Infatuate Britons, will you |
still |
proclaim |
Lines Written on 29 May, Line 1 |
| Attuning |
still |
the soul to tenderness, |
To Lord Byron, Line 2 |
|
Still |
warble, dying swan, — still tell the tale, |
To Lord Byron, Line 13 |
| Still warble, dying swan, — |
still |
tell the tale, |
To Lord Byron, Line 13 |
| 'Tis |
still |
! — Wild warblings from the AEolian lyre |
Ode to Apollo, Line 34 |
| That the |
still |
murmur of the honey bee |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 13 |
| I feel delighted, |
still |
, that you should read them. |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 118 |
|
Still |
scooping up the water with my fingers, |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 19 |
| Slowly, or rapidly — unwilling |
still |
|
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 50 |
|
Still |
sounded in my ears, when I no more |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 123 |
| In those |
still |
moments I have wish'd you joys |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 127 |
| Unnumber'd souls breathe out a |
still |
applause, |
Addressed to Haydon, Line 13 |
| And |
still |
will dance with ever varied ease, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 115 |
|
Still |
downward with capacious whirl they glide; |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 133 |
| Of summer nights collected |
still |
to make |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 191 |
| And |
still |
she governs with the mildest sway: |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 240 |
| The air was cooling, and so very |
still |
, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 2 |
| But |
still |
would seem to droop, to pine, to love. |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 176 |
|
Still |
, still they toll, and I should feel a damp, |
Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition, Line 9 |
| Still, |
still |
they toll, and I should feel a damp, |
Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition, Line 9 |
|
Still |
time is fleeting, and no dream arises |
On Receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt, Line 9 |
|
Still |
so pale? — then, dearest, weep; |
Think not of it, sweet one, so, Line 9 |
| Are tenderer |
still |
. |
Think not of it, sweet one, so, Line 16 |
| Pass into nothingness; but |
still |
will keep |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 3 |
| Wild thyme, and valley-lilies whiter |
still |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 157 |
| "Be |
still |
the unimaginable lodge |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 293 |
| Then leave the naked brain: be |
still |
the leaven, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 296 |
| Be |
still |
a symbol of immensity; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 299 |
| Aye, even as dead— |
still |
as a marble man, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 405 |
| And |
still |
, a sleeping, held her finger-tips |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 445 |
| For |
still |
, with Delphic emphasis, she spann'd |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 499 |
| I, who |
still |
saw the horizontal sun |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 529 |
| Like sorrow came upon me, heavier |
still |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 913 |
| Of the lone woodcutter; and listening |
still |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 51 |
| To cheer itself to Delphi. |
Still |
his feet |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 82 |
| Quick waterflies and gnats were sporting |
still |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 135 |
| That they are |
still |
the air, the subtle food, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 157 |
| Into the deadening ether that |
still |
charms |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 209 |
| Increasing |
still |
in heart, and pleasant sense, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 351 |
| Of which the throbs were born. This |
still |
alarm, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 357 |
|
Still |
brooding o'er the cadence of his lyre; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 456 |
| Of this |
still |
region all his winter-sleep. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 480 |
| On soft Adonis' shoulders, made him |
still |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 521 |
| So |
still |
obey the guiding hand that fends |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 574 |
| And, when all were clear vanish'd, |
still |
he caught |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 583 |
| Yet |
still |
I feel immortal! O my love, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 686 |
| Full well I feel thou wouldst not leave me. |
Still |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 751 |
| Able to face an owl's, they |
still |
are dight |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 10 |
| And as I grew in years, |
still |
didst thou blend |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 162 |
| Dolphins were |
still |
my playmates; shapes unseen |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 343 |
| Unheard of yet; and it shall |
still |
its cries |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 576 |
| But live and wither, cripple and |
still |
breathe |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 597 |
|
Still |
onward; still the splendour gradual swell'd. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 840 |
| Still onward; |
still |
the splendour gradual swell'd. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 840 |
| "Endymion! Ah! |
still |
wandering in the bands |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 903 |
| But |
still |
he slept. At last they interwove |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 1016 |
| A higher summons:— |
still |
didst thou betake |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 16 |
| That I may pass in patience |
still |
speak: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 139 |
| Join dance with shadowy Hours; while |
still |
the blast, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 424 |
| In swells unmitigated, |
still |
doth last |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 425 |
| Yet all is |
still |
within and desolate. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 528 |
|
Still |
fed by melting ice, he takes a draught— |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 535 |
| My love is |
still |
for thee. The hour may come |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 657 |
| To listen and think of love. |
Still |
let me speak; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 689 |
|
Still |
let me dive into the joy I seek,— |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 690 |
|
Still |
is that fur as soft as when the lists |
To Mrs. Reynold's Cat, Line 13 |
| Beyond its proper bound, yet |
still |
confined,— |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 79 |
|
Still |
am I sick of it: and though to-day |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 99 |
|
Still |
do I that most fierce destruction see, |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 102 |
| With every eve deeper and tenderer |
still |
; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 10 |
| For power to speak; but |
still |
the ruddy tide |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 44 |
| Gurgles through straiten'd banks, and |
still |
doth fan |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 211 |
| Its eyes, though wild, were |
still |
all dewy bright |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 289 |
| Those dainties made to |
still |
an infant's cries: |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 374 |
| She drench'd away:— and |
still |
she comb'd, and kept |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 407 |
| Sighing all day — and |
still |
she kiss'd, and wept. |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 408 |
|
Still |
is the burthen sung — "O cruelty, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 503 |
| Mother of Hermes! and |
still |
youthful Maia! |
Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia, Line 1 |
| But the forgotten eye is |
still |
fast wedded to the ground— |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 21 |
|
Still |
dumb, ungrateful Nevis — still so cold! |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, MRS. C—, Line 20 |
| Still dumb, ungrateful Nevis — |
still |
so cold! |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, MRS. C—, Line 20 |
| Its cradle |
still |
are in the lake; |
'Tis the "witching time of night", Line 19 |
| Through the thought |
still |
spread beyond her: |
Fancy, Line 6 |
| With a |
still |
, mysterious stealth: |
Fancy, Line 36 |
| Here, your earth-born souls |
still |
speak |
Bards of passion and of mirth, Line 29 |
| On the river — all's |
still |
, and the night's sleepy eye |
Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear, Line 10 |
| She linger'd |
still |
. Meantime, across the moors, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 74 |
| And |
still |
she slept an azure-lidded sleep, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 262 |
| Her eyes were open, but she |
still |
beheld, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 298 |
| While |
still |
her gaze on Porphyro would keep; |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 304 |
| 'Tis dark: the iced gusts |
still |
rave and beat: |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 327 |
| Save now and then the |
still |
footfall |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 58 |
| Untired she read; her shadow |
still |
|
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 83 |
| No — yet |
still |
stedfast, still unchangeable, |
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art, Line 9 |
| No — yet still stedfast, |
still |
unchangeable, |
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art, Line 9 |
|
Still |
, still to hear her tender-taken breath, |
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art, Line 13 |
| Still, |
still |
to hear her tender-taken breath, |
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art, Line 13 |
|
Still |
as the silence round about his lair; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 5 |
| A stream went voiceless by, |
still |
deadened more |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 11 |
| And |
still |
these two were postured motionless, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 85 |
| The frozen God |
still |
couchant on the earth, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 87 |
| But one of the whole mammoth-brood |
still |
kept |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 164 |
|
Still |
sat, still snuff'd the incense, teeming up |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 167 |
| Still sat, |
still |
snuff'd the incense, teeming up |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 167 |
| While |
still |
the dazzling globe maintain'd eclipse, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 288 |
| Until it ceas'd; and |
still |
he kept them wide: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 352 |
| And |
still |
they were the same bright, patient stars. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 353 |
| Their clenched teeth |
still |
clench'd, and all their limbs |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 24 |
| As though in pain; for |
still |
upon the flint |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 50 |
| More horrid |
still |
. Above a sombre cliff |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 86 |
| Affrighted, kept her |
still |
, and let him pass |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 99 |
| Low-ebb'd |
still |
hid it up in shallow gloom;— |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 136 |
| And feedeth |
still |
, more comely than itself? |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 219 |
| And |
still |
it cried, ' Apollo! young Apollo! |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 293 |
| Came booming thus, while |
still |
upon his arm |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 307 |
|
Still |
without intermission speaking thus: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 326 |
| Our brightest brother, |
still |
is undisgraced— |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 344 |
| And they beheld, while |
still |
Hyperion's name |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 347 |
| Lift up their heads, as |
still |
the whisper pass'd. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 58 |
| Or liker |
still |
to one who should take leave |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 127 |
| Like a bat's, |
still |
wandering, |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, SALAMANDER, Line 8 |
| And the beams of |
still |
Vesper, when winds are all whist, |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, BREAMA, Line 98 |
| O soft embalmer of the |
still |
midnight, |
Sonnet to Sleep, Line 1 |
| Save me from curious conscience, that |
still |
hoards |
Sonnet to Sleep, Line 11 |
| And ready |
still |
past kisses to outnumber |
Ode to Psyche, Line 19 |
| Fame, like a wayward girl, will |
still |
be coy |
On Fame ("Fame, like a wayward girl"), Line 1 |
| And the ripe plum |
still |
wears its dim attire, |
On Fame ("How fever'd is the man"), Line 11 |
|
Still |
wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 59 |
| Past the near meadows, over the |
still |
stream, |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 76 |
| Thou |
still |
unravish'd bride of quietness, |
Ode on a Grecian Urn, Line 1 |
| For ever warm and |
still |
to be enjoy'd, |
Ode on a Grecian Urn, Line 26 |
|
Still |
understand me, King of Hungary, |
Otho the Great, ACT I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 140 |
|
Still |
weep amid the wild Hungarian camp, |
Otho the Great, ACT I, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 196 |
|
Still |
give me leave to wonder that the Prince |
Otho the Great, ACT I, SCENE III, Sigifred, Line 2 |
|
Still |
to rejoice that 'twas a German arm |
Otho the Great, ACT I, SCENE III, Sigifred, Line 4 |
|
Still |
it must not be known, good Sigifred; |
Otho the Great, ACT I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 10 |
| While I, least guilty, am an outcast |
still |
, |
Otho the Great, ACT I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 84 |
| And |
still |
remember, I repent in pain |
Otho the Great, ACT II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 116 |
| I |
still |
must mourn. The fair Auranthe mine! |
Otho the Great, ACT II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 140 |
| The King — aye, now our King,— but |
still |
your slave, |
Otho the Great, ACT II, SCENE II, Captain, Line 8 |
|
Still |
with the dews of piety, this meek lady |
Otho the Great, ACT III, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 124 |
|
Still |
in extremes! No, they must not be loose. |
Otho the Great, ACT III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 235 |
| No! Do I? Surely I am |
still |
to learn |
Otho the Great, ACT IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 113 |
| Against Erminia. Silent? Be so |
still |
; |
Otho the Great, ACT IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 139 |
|
Still |
very sick, my lord; but now I went, |
Otho the Great, ACT IV, SCENE II, Page, Line 1 |
| His eyes are fix'd |
still |
on the open doors, |
Otho the Great, ACT IV, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 64 |
|
Still |
whole. I have surviv'd. My arm is strong,— |
Otho the Great, ACT IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 134 |
| As Proserpine |
still |
weeps for her Sicilian air. |
Lamia, PART I, Line 63 |
|
Still |
shone her crown; that vanish'd, also she |
Lamia, PART I, Line 165 |
| Sweet days a lovely graduate, |
still |
unshent, |
Lamia, PART I, Line 198 |
| And |
still |
the cup was full,— while he, afraid |
Lamia, PART I, Line 253 |
| To see her |
still |
, and singing so sweet lays; |
Lamia, PART I, Line 323 |
| That, while it smote, |
still |
guaranteed to save. |
Lamia, PART I, Line 339 |
| Saving a tythe which love |
still |
open kept, |
Lamia, PART II, Line 24 |
| As |
still |
I do. Hast any mortal name, |
Lamia, PART II, Line 88 |
| And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and |
still |
, |
Lamia, PART II, Line 143 |
| To the high roof, |
still |
mimick'd as they rose |
Lamia, PART II, Line 181 |
| "Fool! Fool!" repeated he, while his eyes |
still |
|
Lamia, PART II, Line 295 |
| And |
still |
more, later flowers for the bees, |
To Autumn, Line 9 |
|
Still |
was more plenty than the fabled horn |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 35 |
| My power, which to me is |
still |
a curse, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 243 |
|
Still |
swooning vivid through my globed brain |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 245 |
| A stream went voiceless by, |
still |
deaden'd more |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 315 |
| With such remorseless speed |
still |
come new woes |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 366 |
| I look'd upon them; |
still |
they were the same; |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 385 |
| The frozen God |
still |
bending to the earth, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 386 |
| Clouds |
still |
with shadowy moisture haunt the earth, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 420 |
|
Still |
suck their fill of light from sun and moon, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 421 |
|
Still |
buds the tree, and still the sea-shores murmur. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 422 |
| Still buds the tree, and |
still |
the sea-shores murmur. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 422 |
| Moan, moan; for |
still |
I thaw — or give me help: |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 430 |
|
Still |
fix'd he sat beneath the sable trees, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 446 |
| But one of our whole eagle-brood |
still |
keeps |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 13 |
|
Still |
sits, still snuffs the incense teeming up |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 16 |
| Still sits, |
still |
snuffs the incense teeming up |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 16 |
| A mighty soldier. Does he |
still |
hold out? |
King Stephen ACT I, SCENE II, Glocester, Line 34 |
| He shames our victory. His valour |
still |
|
King Stephen ACT I, SCENE II, Second Knight, Line 35 |
| They wept, he sinn'd, and |
still |
he would sin on, |
The Jealousies, Line 15 |
| In husband's company, but |
still |
employ'd |
The Jealousies, Line 113 |
| Pale was his face, he |
still |
look'd very ill: |
The Jealousies, Line 608 |
| Farewell! farewell! and if for ever! |
still |
|
The Jealousies, Line 610 |
| Turban'd with smoke, which |
still |
away did reek, |
The Jealousies, Line 664 |
|
Still |
emptied, at meet distance, here and there, |
The Jealousies, Line 743 |
| " |
Still |
' Bellanaine!' they shouted, while we glide |
The Jealousies, Line 748 |
| |
|
WELL....104
|
| We |
well |
might drop a tear for him, and Burns. |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 71 |
| Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so |
well |
|
Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs, Line 3 |
| Until his heart is |
well |
nigh over wound, |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 8 |
| And 'tis right just, for |
well |
Apollo knows |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 45 |
| That |
well |
you know to honour:— "Life's very toys |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 128 |
| 'Tis perhaps as |
well |
that it should be to borrow |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 324 |
| The very sense of where I was might |
well |
|
Sleep and Poetry, Line 396 |
| O'er which it |
well |
might take a pleasant sleep, |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 109 |
| A melancholy spirit |
well |
might win |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 98 |
| Gave temperate sweets to that |
well |
—wooing sun; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 101 |
| With April's tender younglings: next, |
well |
trimm'd, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 138 |
| Of logs piled solemnly.— Ah, |
well |
—a-day, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 183 |
| At which I wondered greatly, knowing |
well |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 556 |
| To answer; feeling |
well |
that breathed words |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 712 |
| Far as the slabbed margin of a |
well |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 870 |
| Smiling in the clear |
well |
. My heart did leap |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 896 |
| In sacred custom, that he |
well |
nigh fear'd |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 258 |
| To watch his slumber through. 'Tis |
well |
nigh pass'd, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 488 |
| With love — he — but alas! too |
well |
I see |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 550 |
| A |
well |
-known voice sigh'd, "Sweetest, here am I!" |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 714 |
| Full |
well |
I feel thou wouldst not leave me. Still |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 751 |
| Follow'd their languid mazes, till |
well |
nigh |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 929 |
| My soul page after page, till |
well |
-nigh won |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 680 |
| Cupid |
well |
-natured, my Adonis kind; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 919 |
| Where is my lovely mistress? |
Well |
-away! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 1011 |
| Too |
well |
awake, he feels the panting side |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 440 |
| Ah, what perplexity! Ah, |
well |
a day! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 447 |
| 'Tis |
well |
nigh past man's search their hearts to see; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 493 |
| But few have ever felt how calm and |
well |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 524 |
| Through me the shepherd realm shall prosper |
well |
; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 863 |
|
Well |
then, I see there is no little bird, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 877 |
| But I behold thine eyes' |
well |
-memoried light; |
Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb, Line 6 |
| Might as |
well |
be in a cloud. |
Extracts from an Opera, DAISY'S SONG Line 4 |
| And Junius Brutus pretty |
well |
so so, |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 11 |
| You know it |
well |
enough, where it doth seem |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 33 |
| Moods of one's mind! You know I hate them |
well |
, |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 106 |
| They could not sit at meals but feel how |
well |
|
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 5 |
| His bitter thoughts to other, |
well |
nigh mad |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 164 |
| "I know what was, I feel full |
well |
what is, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 313 |
| Pale limbs at bottom of a crystal |
well |
; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 364 |
| For here, in truth, it doth not |
well |
belong |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 390 |
| But one, whose gentleness did |
well |
accord |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 395 |
| With tears, as chilly as a dripping |
well |
, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 406 |
| Spirits of grief, sing not your " |
Well |
-a-way!" |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 485 |
| O horrible! to lose the sight of |
well |
remember'd face, |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 33 |
| On his neck his |
well |
-grown locks, |
Not Aladdin magian, Line 16 |
| A cave of young earth dragons — |
well |
, my boy, |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 55 |
|
Well |
! I'm a craniologist, |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 17 |
| My terrace is |
well |
bowered with oranges. |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 34 |
| All the house is asleep, but we know very |
well |
|
Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear, Line 2 |
| Hath fled to her bower, |
well |
knowing I want |
Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear, Line 14 |
|
Well |
done — now those lips and a flowery seat: |
Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear, Line 19 |
| And as she mutter'd " |
Well |
-a — well-a-day!" |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 111 |
| And as she mutter'd "Well-a - |
well |
-a-day!" |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 111 |
| Saving of thy sweet self; if thou think'st |
well |
|
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 341 |
| The silent streets were crowded |
well |
|
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 14 |
| What your poor servants know but too, too |
well |
? |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 23 |
| Than he prick'd up his ears and said, " |
Well |
done; |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 76 |
|
Well |
done — for by what Mr. Dwarfy said, |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 81 |
| Hast sifted |
well |
the atom-universe; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 183 |
| That is the top of sovereignty. Mark |
well |
! |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 205 |
| Cold as a bubbling |
well |
; let faint-lipp'd shells, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 19 |
| Why should I tell thee what thou so |
well |
seest? |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 84 |
| Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so |
well |
|
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 73 |
|
Well |
! hast told |
Otho the Great, ACT I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 1b |
| Unto thine anger I might |
well |
have spoken, |
Otho the Great, ACT I, SCENE II, Auranthe, Line 28 |
|
Well |
said, Sir Albert. |
Otho the Great, ACT I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 93a |
| With one of his |
well |
-pleas'd Olympian oaths, |
Otho the Great, ACT I, SCENE III, Sigifred, Line 14 |
|
Well |
, sir! What! |
Otho the Great, ACT II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 17b |
| Let me look |
well |
: your features are the same, |
Otho the Great, ACT II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 39 |
|
Well |
! you shall have free passport through the gates. |
Otho the Great, ACT II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 114 |
| I have. |
Well |
? |
Otho the Great, ACT II, SCENE II, Albert, Line 34a |
| Believe me, I am |
well |
nigh sure— |
Otho the Great, ACT II, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 146a |
| You |
well |
may laugh and banter. What a fool |
Otho the Great, ACT III, SCENE I, Albert, Line 40 |
|
Well |
, Ludolph, what say you? |
Otho the Great, ACT III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 35b |
|
Well |
, I give up, and save my prayers for heaven! |
Otho the Great, ACT III, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 255 |
|
Well |
, well I know what ugly jeopardy |
Otho the Great, ACT IV, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 1 |
| Well, |
well |
I know what ugly jeopardy |
Otho the Great, ACT IV, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 1 |
|
Well |
, suppose this Albert here; |
Otho the Great, ACT IV, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 38b |
| That I should claim your pity! Art not |
well |
? |
Otho the Great, ACT IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 109 |
| Yes, lady, |
well |
. |
Otho the Great, ACT IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 110a |
| You know full |
well |
what makes me look so pale. |
Otho the Great, ACT IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 112 |
|
Well |
? What ails thee, child? |
Otho the Great, ACT IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 115a |
| He dies! 'Tis |
well |
she do not advertise |
Otho the Great, ACT V, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 14 |
| Full and majestic; it is |
well |
enough, |
Otho the Great, ACT V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 83 |
| That's not |
well |
done.— Where is she? |
Otho the Great, ACT V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 186 |
| He would return that way, as |
well |
she knew, |
Lamia, PART I, Line 221 |
| To hear her whisper woman's lore so |
well |
; |
Lamia, PART I, Line 325 |
| Because he mused beyond her, knowing |
well |
|
Lamia, PART II, Line 38 |
| Keen, cruel, perceant, stinging: she, as |
well |
|
Lamia, PART II, Line 301 |
| "Alas, my friend! your coat sits very |
well |
: |
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Line 18 |
| And been |
well |
nurtured in his mother tongue. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 15 |
| Ply |
well |
the rowel with faint trembling heels, |
King Stephen ACT I, SCENE I, Stephen, Line 11 |
| We are |
well |
breathed,— follow! |
King Stephen ACT I, SCENE I, Stephen, Line 19a |
| A meaner summoner might do as |
well |
— |
King Stephen ACT I, SCENE IV, Maud, Line 23 |
| It may read |
well |
, but sure 'tis out of date |
King Stephen ACT I, SCENE IV, Chester, Line 33 |
| For ruin and dismay they |
well |
foresaw, |
The Jealousies, Line 12 |
| And mention ('tis as |
well |
) the torture of the wasp." |
The Jealousies, Line 198 |
| It goes against your conscience — good! |
Well |
, don't. |
The Jealousies, Line 462 |
| Tit-bits for Phoebus!- yes, you |
well |
may smile. |
The Jealousies, Line 563 |
| For ever fare thee |
well |
!"— and then he fell |
The Jealousies, Line 611 |
| For of superfluous diamonds I as |
well |
may thin it. |
The Jealousies, Line 621 |
|
Well |
, let us see,— tenth book and chapter nine,— |
The Jealousies, Line 640 |
| So far so |
well |
,— |
The Jealousies, Line 787b |
| |
|
WILL (noun form)....10
|
| Methinks it now is at my |
will |
to start |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 695 |
| To pluck thee from me? And, of thine own |
will |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 750 |
| My own dear |
will |
, 'twould be a deadly bane. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 960 |
| I tried in fear the pinions of my |
will |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 390 |
| Be my award. Things cannot to the |
will |
|
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 76 |
| In |
will |
, in action free, companionship, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 210 |
| Approving all, she faded at self— |
will |
, |
Lamia, PART II, Line 142 |
| Be poet's or fanatic's |
will |
be known |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 17 |
| Will I be kind to thee for thy good |
will |
. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 242 |
| The other he could wave about at |
will |
; |
The Jealousies, Line 607 |