LOVETH..............4 He prayeth well who loveth well Ancyent Marinere VII He prayeth best who loveth best, Ancyent Marinere VII For the dear God, who loveth us, Ancyent Marinere VII He made and loveth all. Ancyent Marinere VII
LOVING..............1 Old men, and babes, and loving friends, Ancyent Marinere VII
LOW.................3 "With his cruel bow he lay'd full low Ancyent Marinere V And one low piping sound more sweet than all -- Nightingale In high and low, above, below, Idiot Boy
LOWLINESS...........1 In lowliness of heart. Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
LULL................2 Such as would lull a listening child to sleep, Foster-Mother That break against the shore, shall lull thy mind Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
LUMP................1 With heavy thump, a lifeless lump Ancyent Marinere III
LUSTRE..............1 A freshening lustre mellow, Tables Turned
LUSTY...............5 With lusty arm. You know that huge round beam Foster-Mother Young Harry was a lusty drover, Goody Blake And catter'd many a lusty splinter, Goody Blake -- "Shame on me, Sir! this lusty lamb, Last of the Flock -- This lusty lamb of all my store Last of the Flock
MAD.................4 He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth, Foster-Mother She was with child, and she was mad, The Thorn "Sweet babe! They say that I am mad, Mad Mother If thou art mad, my pretty lad, Mad Mother
MADE...............34 That made the Breeze to blow. Ancyent Marinere II A wicked whisper came and made Ancyent Marinere IV It ceas'd: yet still the sails made on Ancyent Marinere V That made the Ship to go. Ancyent Marinere V She made a sudden bound: Ancyent Marinere V Ne sound ne motion made: Ancyent Marinere VI The wind, that shade nor motion made, Ancyent Marinere VI "That signals made but now? Ancyent Marinere VII (The Pilot made reply) Ancyent Marinere VII He made and loveth all. Ancyent Marinere VII A fever seized him, and he made confession Foster-Mother He made that cunning entrance I described: Foster-Mother With those bold voyagers, who made discovery Foster-Mother And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Nightingale Had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream) Nightingale To lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed, Female Vagrant That on his marriage-day sweet music made? Female Vagrant Ravage was made, for which no knell was heard. Female Vagrant Semblance, with straw and panniered ass, they made Female Vagrant The winds at night had made a rout, Goody Blake And made her poor old bones to ache, Goody Blake Hung down his head, nor made reply; Anecdote for Fathers And thus to me he made reply; Anecdote for Fathers -- Her beauty made me glad. We Are Seven What man has made of man. Lines in Early Spring But the least motion which they made, Lines in Early Spring What man has made of man? Lines in Early Spring Then with his coat he made essay Last of the Flock And this place our forefathers made for man! Dungeon But he, poor man! is wretched made, Mad Mother "The doctor he has made him wait, Idiot Boy Made answer, like a traveller bold, Idiot Boy And thus I made reply. Expostulation While with an eye made quiet by the power Tintern Abbey
MAGIC...............1 As if by magic cured. Idiot Boy
MAID...............11 Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it, Foster-Mother A most gentle maid Nightingale That gentle Maid! and oft, a moment's space, Nightingale "Sisters and brothers, little maid, We Are Seven "Sweet Maid, how this may be?" We Are Seven Then did the little Maid reply, We Are Seven "You run about, my little maid, We Are Seven The little Maid replied, We Are Seven The little Maid would have her will, We Are Seven But Stephen to another maid The Thorn And with this other maid to church The Thorn
MAIDEN..............1 The little Maiden did reply, We Are Seven
MAIDEN'S............1 Gave with a maiden's true good will The Thorn
MAIDENS.............2 And Youths, and Maidens gay. Ancyent Marinere VII And youths and maidens most poetical Nightingale
MAIDS...............1 For Maids, as well as Youths, have perish'd Lewti
MAIN................3 Her beams bemock'd the sultry main Ancyent Marinere IV In the calm sunshine slept the glittering main. Female Vagrant And she came far from over the main. Mad Mother
