MEADOW..............1 Rang loud through the meadow and wood. Convict
MEADOW-GALE.........1 Like a meadow-gale of spring -- Ancyent Marinere VI
MEADOWS.............1 A lover of the meadows and the woods, Tintern Abbey
MEADS...............1 For them, in nature's meads, the milky udder flowed. Female Vagrant
MEAL................2 When sad distress reduced the children's meal: Female Vagrant Now that our morning meal is done, Lines near my House
MEAN................1 And he is no mean preacher; Tables Turned
MEANS...............1 What means this bustle, Betty Foy? Idiot Boy
MEASURE.............3 O beauteous birds! methinks ye measure Lewti We'll frame the measure of our souls, Lines near my House Their thoughts I cannot measure, Lines in Early Spring
MEASURED............1 I've measured it from side to side: The Thorn
MEDDLING............1 Our meddling intellect Tables Turned
MEEK................2 Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs Nightingale Meek as a lamb the pony moves, Idiot Boy
MEET................3 From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride. Female Vagrant For never could I hope to meet with such another. Female Vagrant Yet, meet him where you will, you see Simon Lee
MEETING.............1 Oh me! it is a merry meeting, Idiot Boy
MELANCHOLY..........5 "Most musical, most melancholy" Nightingale Bird! A melancholy Bird? O idle thought! Nightingale In nature there is nothing melancholy. Nightingale First nam'd these notes a melancholy strain; Nightingale A melancholy crop: The Thorn
MELLOW..............1 A freshening lustre mellow, Tables Turned
MELODIES............1 Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters, Dungeon
MELT................2 To see it melt like snow away! Last of the Flock My flock, it seemed to melt away. Last of the Flock
MELTED..............1 The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Ancyent Marinere IV
MEMORY..............4 Was weak, nor of the past had memory. Female Vagrant Memory, though slow, returned with strength; and thence Female Vagrant If, while a half-slumber his memory bedims, Convict Thy memory be as a dwelling-place Tintern Abbey
MEN................19 Ne shapes of men ne beasts we ken -- Ancyent Marinere I Four times fifty living men, Ancyent Marinere III The many men so beautiful Ancyent Marinere IV And there the dead men lay. Ancyent Marinere IV The dead men gave a groan. Ancyent Marinere V To have seen those dead men rise. Ancyent Marinere V The dead men stood together. Ancyent Marinere VI The dead men could not blast. Ancyent Marinere VI Old men, and babes, and loving friends, Ancyent Marinere VII With holy men, nor in a holy place -- Foster-Mother He lived and died among the savage men. Foster-Mother To join those miserable men he flew; Female Vagrant Or in the streets and walks where proud men are, Female Vagrant At houses, men, and common light, amazed. Female Vagrant My heart is touched to think that men like these, Female Vagrant Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead; Simon Lee Alas! the gratitude of men Simon Lee "From dead men to their kind. Expostulation Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Tintern Abbey
MERCIFUL............1 Is this the only cure? Merciful God! Dungeon
MERCY...............3 That we the mercy of the waves should rue. Female Vagrant I liv'd upon the mercy of the fields, Female Vagrant Oh mercy! like a little child. Forsaken Indian
MERRILY.............1 Merrily did we drop Ancyent Marinere I
MERRY...............7 "May'st hear the merry din. Ancyent Marinere I The merry Minstralsy. Ancyent Marinere I And joyance! 'Tis the merry Nightingale Nightingale A running huntsman merry; Simon Lee As merry as the birds in spring. Mad Mother And Johnny's in a merry tune, Idiot Boy Oh me! it is a merry meeting, Idiot Boy
MESSAGE.............1 Could I with thee a message send. Forsaken Indian
MESSENGER...........1 Both for her messenger and nurse; Idiot Boy
MET.................7 "The Guests are met, the Feast is set, -- Ancyent Marinere I Well met from far with revelry secure, Female Vagrant You would have said, if you had met her, Goody Blake I met a little cottage girl, We Are Seven And in the broad high-way, I met; Last of the Flock For sure he met with strange adventures. Idiot Boy On all sides doubts and terrors met her; Idiot Boy
METHINKS............1 O beauteous birds! methinks ye measure Lewti
MID.................2 "Think you, mid all this mighty sum Expostulation But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Tintern Abbey
'MID................3 'Mid the green mountains many and many a song Female Vagrant 'Mid that long sickness, and those hopes deferr'd, Female Vagrant 'Mid tumult and uproar this man must repose; Convict
