MOTIONLESS..........1 The green bough's motionless and dead; Idiot Boy
MOULD...............1 His limbs are cast in beauty's mould, Anecdote for Fathers
MOULDY..............1 Of mouldy damps and charnel crust Ancyent Marinere III
MOUNTAIN...........10 Of moor and mountain, midnight theft to hatch; Female Vagrant The mountain when to cross. The Thorn Before you up the mountain go, The Thorn Would up the mountain often climb. The Thorn When she was on the mountain high, The Thorn Upon the mountain they did feed; Last of the Flock My sheep upon the mountain fed, Last of the Flock -- On the slope of a mountain I stood, Convict The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Tintern Abbey And let the misty mountain winds be free Tintern Abbey
MOUNTAIN'S..........3 High on a mountain's highest ridge, The Thorn I climbed the mountain's height: The Thorn The sun above the mountain's head, Tables Turned
MOUNTAIN-HEAD.......1 Cries coming from the mountain-head, The Thorn
MOUNTAIN-PATH.......1 Not five yards from the mountain-path, The Thorn
MOUNTAIN-PEAK.......1 The wind blew from the mountain-peak, The Thorn
MOUNTAIN-SPRINGS....1 These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs Tintern Abbey
MOUNTAIN-TOP........4 "Thus to the dreary mountain-top The Thorn "But wherefore to the mountain-top The Thorn Up to the dreary mountain-top, The Thorn She to the mountain-top would go, The Thorn
MOUNTAINS...........4 'Mid the green mountains many and many a song Female Vagrant To the bare trees, and mountains bare, Lines near my House I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides Tintern Abbey And mountains; and of all that we behold Tintern Abbey
MOUNTAINS-HIGH......1 Ran mountains-high before the howling blast. Female Vagrant
MOUNTEBANKS.........1 Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks -- Dungeon
MOURN...............1 Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur: other gifts Tintern Abbey
MOURNER'S...........1 That comes not to the human mourner's breast. Female Vagrant
MOURNFUL............1 With mournful joy, to think that others felt Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
MOURNFULLY..........1 How mournfully it seems to fly, Lewti
MOURNING............1 Has oftner left me mourning. Simon Lee
MOUTH...............3 Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth Ancyent Marinere III Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift, Female Vagrant "Though in virtue's proud mouth thy report be a stain, Convict
MOUTHS..............1 Sweet sounds rose slowly thro' their mouths Ancyent Marinere V
MOV'D...............8 It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last Ancyent Marinere III It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last Ancyent Marinere III They mov'd in tracks of shining white; Ancyent Marinere IV I mov'd and could not feel my limbs, Ancyent Marinere V Ne spake, ne mov'd their eyes: Ancyent Marinere V The helmsman steer'd, the ship mov'd on; Ancyent Marinere V Mov'd onward from beneath. Ancyent Marinere V I mov'd my lips: the Pilot shriek'd Ancyent Marinere VII
MOVE................5 And I could move my een: Ancyent Marinere VI The least of nature's works, one who might move Yew-Tree near Esthwaite To see you move beneath the moon; Lewti She screams -- she cannot move for joy; Idiot Boy A man who does not move with pain, but moves Old Man Travelling
MOVED...............1 But when the pony moved his legs, Idiot Boy
MOVEMENTS...........2 Your movements to some heav'nly tune! Lewti And their glad animal movements all gone by,) Tintern Abbey
MOVES...............3 And while the pony moves his legs, Idiot Boy Meek as a lamb the pony moves, Idiot Boy A man who does not move with pain, but moves Old Man Travelling
MOVING..............1 The moving Moon went up the sky Ancyent Marinere IV
MUCH................4 With so much happiness to spare, Anecdote for Fathers And much it griev'd my heart to think Lines in Early Spring To thee I know too much I owe; Mad Mother This piteous news so much it shock'd her, Idiot Boy
MUDDY...............1 You see a little muddy pond The Thorn
MURDER..............2 And Murder, by the ghastly gleam, and Rape Female Vagrant -- We murder to dissect. Tables Turned
MURMUR..............3 With a sweet inland murmur.[4] Tintern Abbey Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur: other gifts Tintern Abbey Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur: other gifts Tintern Abbey
MURMURING...........1 But hear no murmuring: it flows silently Nightingale
MURMURS.............1 And murmurs musical and swift jug jug Nightingale
MUSES...............4 I to the muses have been bound, Idiot Boy Oh gentle muses! let me tell Idiot Boy Oh gentle muses! Is this kind? Idiot Boy Ye muses! whom I love so well. Idiot Boy
MUSIC...............5 Like music on my heart. Ancyent Marinere VI Of all its music! And I know a grove Nightingale That on his marriage-day sweet music made? Female Vagrant How sweet his music; on my life Tables Turned The still, sad music of humanity, Tintern Abbey
