MOON'S..............1 The moon's in heaven, as Betty sees, Idiot Boy
MOON-BEAM...........1 Did glitter in the yellow moon-beam! Well -- Nightingale
MOON-SHINE..........1 Glimmer'd the white moon-shine. Ancyent Marinere I
MOONLIGHT..........13 The moonlight bay was white all o'er, Ancyent Marinere VI The moonlight steep'd in silentness Ancyent Marinere VI And all alone, set sail by silent moonlight Foster-Mother By sun or moonlight, to the influxes Nightingale Forget it was not day! On moonlight bushes, Nightingale The moon was high, the moonlight gleam, Lewti The owlet in the moonlight air, Idiot Boy And by the moonlight, Betty Foy Idiot Boy So through the moonlight lanes they go, Idiot Boy And far into the moonlight dale, Idiot Boy Appear along the moonlight road Idiot Boy So, through the moonlight lane she goes, Idiot Boy And far into the moonlight dale; Idiot Boy
MOOR................3 The bag-pipe dinning on the midnight moor Female Vagrant Of moor and mountain, midnight theft to hatch; Female Vagrant And now across this moor my steps I bend -- Female Vagrant
MOPING..............1 Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit. Female Vagrant
MORAL...............2 Of moral evil and of good, Tables Turned Of all my moral being. Tintern Abbey
MORBID..............1 A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
MORE...............60 We could not speak no more than if Ancyent Marinere II But O! more horrible than that Ancyent Marinere IV The coming wind doth roar more loud; Ancyent Marinere V And penance more will do. Ancyent Marinere V "Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high, Ancyent Marinere VI "Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high, Ancyent Marinere VI And turns no more his head: Ancyent Marinere VI Still louder and more dread: Ancyent Marinere VII 'Tis more like heaven to come than what has been. Foster-Mother And ne'er was heard of more: but 'tis supposed, Foster-Mother On the more distant scene; how lovely 'tis Yew-Tree near Esthwaite The beauty still more beauteous. Nor, that time, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And one low piping sound more sweet than all -- Nightingale To something more than nature in the grove) Nightingale He may associate Joy! Once more farewell, Nightingale Sweet Nightingale! once more, my friends! farewell. Nightingale Still brighter and more bright it grew, Lewti Ever fading more and more, Lewti Ever fading more and more, Lewti Supplied, to him were more than mines of gold. Female Vagrant We seemed still more and more to prize each other: Female Vagrant We seemed still more and more to prize each other: Female Vagrant And in a quiet home once more my father slept. Female Vagrant And now to the seacoast, with numbers more, we drew. Female Vagrant That happier days we never more must view: Female Vagrant There, pains which nature could no more support, Female Vagrant And gave me food, and rest, more welcome, more desired. Female Vagrant And gave me food, and rest, more welcome, more desired. Female Vagrant She wept; -- because she had no more to say Female Vagrant Could any thing be more alluring, Goody Blake "O may he never more be warm!" Goody Blake One moment now may give us more Lines near my House For still, the more he works, the more Simon Lee For still, the more he works, the more Simon Lee What more I have to say is short, Simon Lee "My little boy, which like you more," Anecdote for Fathers "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, We Are Seven No more I know, I wish I did, The Thorn I loved my children more and more. Last of the Flock I loved my children more and more. Last of the Flock By sights of ever more deformity! Dungeon Till he relent, and can no more endure Dungeon Is not more still and mute than he. Idiot Boy Five years of happiness or more, Idiot Boy And never will be heard of more. Idiot Boy "And we will ne'er o'erload thee more." Idiot Boy She thinks no more of deadly sin; Idiot Boy May know his freezing sorrows more. Near Richmond There's more of wisdom in it. Tables Turned May teach you more of man; Tables Turned In two days more I must have died. Forsaken Indian More terrible images there. Convict Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect Tintern Abbey Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, Tintern Abbey Wherever nature led; more like a man Tintern Abbey And all its aching joys are now no more, Tintern Abbey Of something far more deeply interfused, Tintern Abbey If I were not thus taught, should I the more Tintern Abbey If I should be, where I no more can hear Tintern Abbey More dear, both for themselves, and for thy sake. Tintern Abbey
