MAINTAIN............1 Old Farmer Simpson did maintain, The Thorn
MAJESTY.............1 Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
MAKE...............13 "Or my Staff shall make thee skip. Ancyent Marinere I "For that, which comes out of thine eye, doth make Ancyent Marinere V On each side of my chair, and make me learn Foster-Mother Should make all nature lovelier, and itself Nightingale To make him Nature's playmate. He knows well Nightingale And groans, which, as they said, would make a dead man start. Female Vagrant Make haste, your morning task resign; Lines near my House Some silent laws our hearts may make, Lines near my House Perhaps a tale you'll make it. Simon Lee And when the little breezes make The Thorn The leaves that make the softest bed: Mad Mother To this did Johnny answer make, Idiot Boy My dear, dear Sister! And this prayer I make, Tintern Abbey
MAKES...............8 Her flesh makes the still air cold. Ancyent Marinere III That makes the heavens be mute. Ancyent Marinere V "What makes that ship drive on so fast? Ancyent Marinere VI That he makes in the wood. Ancyent Marinere VI That anguish comes and makes me tell Ancyent Marinere VII He makes my tears to flow. Last of the Flock Is sick, and makes a piteous moan, Idiot Boy And Johnny makes the noise he loves, Idiot Boy
MAN................63 And thus spake on that ancyent man, Ancyent Marinere I And thus spake on that ancyent Man, Ancyent Marinere I To a man of woman born: Ancyent Marinere V By a man of woman born: Ancyent Marinere V "Is it he? quoth one, "Is this the man? Ancyent Marinere V "He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man Ancyent Marinere V Quoth he the man hath penance done, Ancyent Marinere V A man all light, a seraph-man, Ancyent Marinere VI "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy Man! Ancyent Marinere VII "What manner of man art thou? Ancyent Marinere VII I know the man that must hear me; Ancyent Marinere VII Both man and bird and beast. Ancyent Marinere VII A sadder and a wiser man Ancyent Marinere VII I never saw the man whom you describe. Foster-Mother Now blessings on the man, whoe'er he be, Foster-Mother O my dear Mother! this strange man has left me Foster-Mother A grey-haired man -- he loved this little boy, Foster-Mother To hunt for food, and be a naked man, Foster-Mother And the young man escaped. Foster-Mother The world, and man himself, appeared a scene Yew-Tree near Esthwaite What he must never feel: and so, lost man! Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Is in its infancy. The man, whose eye Yew-Tree near Esthwaite The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Yew-Tree near Esthwaite -- But some night-wandering Man, whose heart was pierc'd Nightingale A dying man, for love of thee. Lewti My father was a good and pious man, Female Vagrant An honest man, by honest parents bred, Female Vagrant Remote from man, and storms of mortal care, Female Vagrant Was best, could I but shun the spot where man might come. Female Vagrant And groans, which, as they said, would make a dead man start. Female Vagrant And any man who pass'd her door, Goody Blake As every man who knew her says, Goody Blake No word to any man he utters, Goody Blake From earth to man, from man to earth, Lines near my House From earth to man, from man to earth, Lines near my House An old man dwells, a little man, Simon Lee An old man dwells, a little man, Simon Lee No man like him the horn could sound, Simon Lee And no man was so full of glee; Simon Lee Could leave both man and horse behind; Simon Lee This old man doing all he could Simon Lee At which the poor old man so long Simon Lee What man has made of man. Lines in Early Spring What man has made of man. Lines in Early Spring What man has made of man? Lines in Early Spring What man has made of man? Lines in Early Spring And, as I am a man, The Thorn A healthy man, a man full grown, Last of the Flock A healthy man, a man full grown, Last of the Flock When I was young, a single man, Last of the Flock They said I was a wealthy man; Last of the Flock And every man I chanc'd to see, Last of the Flock And this place our forefathers made for man! Dungeon But he, poor man! is wretched made, Mad Mother There's neither horse nor man abroad, Idiot Boy The foot of horse, the voice of man; Idiot Boy May teach you more of man; Tables Turned A man who does not move with pain, but moves Old Man Travelling With envy, what the old man hardly feels. Old Man Travelling -- As if he strove to be a man, Forsaken Indian 'Mid tumult and uproar this man must repose; Convict Wherever nature led; more like a man Tintern Abbey And the blue sky, and in the mind of man, Tintern Abbey
