MUSICAL.............2 "Most musical, most melancholy" Nightingale And murmurs musical and swift jug jug Nightingale
MUST...............28 I know the man that must hear me; Ancyent Marinere VII What he must never feel: and so, lost man! Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs Nightingale He must repair, to ply the artist's trade. Female Vagrant That happier days we never more must view: Female Vagrant Untaught that soon such anguish must ensue, Female Vagrant And now and then, it must be said, Goody Blake "There surely must some reason be Anecdote for Fathers And I must think, do all I can, Lines in Early Spring You must take care and chuse your time The Thorn The morning that must wed them both; The Thorn Then I must be for ever sad. Mad Mother What must be done? what will betide? Idiot Boy And he must post without delay Idiot Boy On which her idiot boy must ride, Idiot Boy If she must go or she must stay: Idiot Boy If she must go or she must stay: Idiot Boy Which they must both for ever rue. Idiot Boy "I must be gone, I must away. Idiot Boy "I must be gone, I must away. Idiot Boy "Susan, we must take care of him, Idiot Boy And with the owls must end. Idiot Boy And what if he must die in sorrow! Near Richmond "But we must still be seeking? Expostulation In two days more I must have died. Forsaken Indian I feel I must have died with thee. Forsaken Indian "And must we then part from a dwelling so fair?" Convict 'Mid tumult and uproar this man must repose; Convict
MUTE................3 That makes the heavens be mute. Ancyent Marinere V Is not more still and mute than he. Idiot Boy And still and mute, in wonder lost, Idiot Boy
MUTTERS.............1 But ever to himself he mutters, Goody Blake
MY................266 "Or my Staff shall make thee skip. Ancyent Marinere I "Why look'st thou so?" -- with my cross bow Ancyent Marinere I About my neck was hung. Ancyent Marinere II No bigger than my fist; Ancyent Marinere III I bit my arm and suck'd the blood Ancyent Marinere III Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) Ancyent Marinere III Like the whiz of my Cross-bow. Ancyent Marinere III My soul in agony. Ancyent Marinere IV And drew my eyes away; Ancyent Marinere IV My heart as dry as dust. Ancyent Marinere IV I clos'd my lids and kept them close, Ancyent Marinere IV Lay like a load on my weary eye, Ancyent Marinere IV And the dead were at my feet. Ancyent Marinere IV A spring of love gusht from my heart, Ancyent Marinere IV Sure my kind saint took pity on me, Ancyent Marinere IV And from my neck so free Ancyent Marinere IV That slid into my soul. Ancyent Marinere V My lips were wet, my throat was cold, Ancyent Marinere V My lips were wet, my throat was cold, Ancyent Marinere V My garments all were dank; Ancyent Marinere V Sure I had drunken in my dreams Ancyent Marinere V And still my body drank. Ancyent Marinere V I mov'd and could not feel my limbs, Ancyent Marinere V The body of my brother's son Ancyent Marinere V And I quak'd to think of my own voice Ancyent Marinere V "My body and soul to be still." Ancyent Marinere V It flung the blood into my head, Ancyent Marinere V But ere my living life return'd, Ancyent Marinere V I heard and in my soul discern'd Ancyent Marinere V I could not draw my een from theirs Ancyent Marinere VI And I could move my een: Ancyent Marinere VI It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek, Ancyent Marinere VI It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek, Ancyent Marinere VI It mingled strangely with my fears, Ancyent Marinere VI "O let me be awake, my God! Ancyent Marinere VI But soon I saw that my own flesh Ancyent Marinere VI I turn'd my head in fear and dread, Ancyent Marinere VI I pray'd and turn'd my head away Ancyent Marinere VI I turn'd my eyes upon the deck -- Ancyent Marinere VI Like music on my heart. Ancyent Marinere VI My head was turn'd perforce away Ancyent Marinere VI He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away Ancyent Marinere VI "Strange, by my faith! the Hermit said -- Ancyent Marinere VII "My forest brook along: Ancyent Marinere VII My body lay afloat: Ancyent Marinere VII I mov'd my lips: the Pilot shriek'd Ancyent Marinere VII And now all in my own Countree Ancyent Marinere VII Which forc'd me to begin my tale Ancyent Marinere VII My ghastly aventure. Ancyent Marinere VII To him my tale I teach. Ancyent Marinere VII That joined your names with mine! O my sweet lady, Foster-Mother On each side of my chair, and make me learn Foster-Mother O my dear Mother! this strange man has left me Foster-Mother My husband's father told it me, Foster-Mother Right on their heads. My Lord was sorely frightened; Foster-Mother And cast into that hole. My husband's father Foster-Mother My Friend, and my Friend's Sister! we have learnt Nightingale My Friend, and my Friend's Sister! we have learnt Nightingale And you, my friends! farewell, a short farewell! Nightingale Full fain would it delay me! -- My dear Babe, Nightingale Sweet Nightingale! once more, my friends! farewell. Nightingale Image of LEWTI! from my mind Lewti The rock half-sheltered from my view, Lewti So shines my LEWTI's forehead fair, Lewti Image of LEWTI! from my mind Lewti And with such joy I find my LEWTI; Lewti And even so my pale wan cheek Lewti Nay, treach'rous image! leave my mind, Lewti As white as my poor cheek will be, Lewti When, LEWTI! on my couch I lie, Lewti Nay, treach'rous image! leave my mind -- Lewti Nay treach'rous image! leave my mind -- Lewti Hush! my heedless feet from under Lewti The river-swans have heard my tread, Lewti Soothe, gentle image! soothe my mind! Lewti By Derwent's side my Father's cottage stood, Female Vagrant Light was my sleep; my days in transport roll'd: Female Vagrant Light was my sleep; my days in transport roll'd: Female Vagrant My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold Female Vagrant High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store, Female Vagrant My father was a good and pious man, Female Vagrant To lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed, Female Vagrant And in his hearing there my prayers I said: Female Vagrant And afterwards, by my good father taught, Female Vagrant And nothing to my mind a sweeter pleasure brought. Female Vagrant My garden, stored with pease, and mint, and thyme, Female Vagrant My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied; Female Vagrant The bending body of my active sire; Female Vagrant My watchful dog, whose starts of furious ire, Female Vagrant The red-breast known for years, which at my casement peck'd. Female Vagrant My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay; Female Vagrant When from the last hill-top, my sire surveyed, Female Vagrant Close by my mother in their native bowers: Female Vagrant And in a quiet home once more my father slept. Female Vagrant Three lovely infants lay upon my breast; Female Vagrant And knew not why. My happy father died Female Vagrant My husband's arms now only served to strain Female Vagrant In such dismay my prayers and tears were vain: Female Vagrant Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair. Female Vagrant Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame, Female Vagrant But from those crazing thoughts my brain, escape! Female Vagrant And oft, robb'd of my perfect mind, I thought Female Vagrant At last my feet a resting-place had found: Female Vagrant All day, my ready tomb the ocean-flood -- Female Vagrant To break my dream the vessel reached its bound: Female Vagrant Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift, Female Vagrant Nor dared my hand at any door to knock. Female Vagrant At morn my sick heart hunger scarcely stung, Female Vagrant Nor to the beggar's language could I frame my tongue. Female Vagrant With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall; Female Vagrant Dizzy my brain, with interruption short Female Vagrant Recovery came with food: but still, my brain Female Vagrant I heard my neighbors, in their beds, complain Female Vagrant Nor pain nor pity in my bosom raised. Female Vagrant The wild brood saw me weep, my fate enquired, Female Vagrant My heart is touched to think that men like these, Female Vagrant The rude earth's tenants, were my first relief: Female Vagrant And other joys my fancy to allure; Female Vagrant Besides, on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brooding still. Female Vagrant Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit. Female Vagrant The fields I for my bed have often used: Female Vagrant But, what afflicts my peace with keenest ruth Female Vagrant Is, that I have my inner self abused, Female Vagrant Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude: Female Vagrant And now across this moor my steps I bend -- Female Vagrant My Sister! ('tis a wish of mine) Lines near my House We from to-day, my friend, will date Lines near my House The come, my sister! come, I pray, Lines near my House My gentle reader, I perceive Simon Lee Received my proffer'd aid. Simon Lee My thoughts on former pleasures ran; Anecdote for Fathers My pleasant home, when spring began, Anecdote for Fathers My boy was by my side, so slim Anecdote for Fathers My boy was by my side, so slim Anecdote for Fathers "My little boy, which like you more," Anecdote for Fathers My little Edward, tell me why;" Anecdote for Fathers At this, my boy, so fair and slim, Anecdote for Fathers Oh dearest, dearest boy! my heart Anecdote for Fathers "My sister and my brother, We Are Seven "My sister and my brother, We Are Seven "Dwell near them with my mother." We Are Seven "You run about, my little maid, We Are Seven "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, We Are Seven "My stockings there I often knit, We Are Seven "My 'kerchief there I hem; We Are Seven "I take my little porringer, We Are Seven "And eat my supper there. We Are Seven "My brother John and I. We Are Seven "My brother John was forced to go, We Are Seven And much it griev'd my heart to think Lines in Early Spring And 'tis my faith that every flower Lines in Early Spring If such be of my creed the plan, Lines in Early Spring For one day with my telescope, The Thorn No object higher than my knee. The Thorn I follow'd him, and said, "My friend Last of the Flock He makes my tears to flow. Last of the Flock He is the last of all my flock. Last of the Flock And every year encreas'd my store. Last of the Flock Year after year my stock it grew, Last of the Flock -- This lusty lamb of all my store Last of the Flock My pride was tamed, and in our grief, Last of the Flock My sheep upon the mountain fed, Last of the Flock And bought my little children bread, Last of the Flock To see the end of all my gains, Last of the Flock With all my care and pains, Last of the Flock Like blood-drops from my heart they dropp'd. Last of the Flock And wicked fancies cross'd my mind, Last of the Flock I went my work about. Last of the Flock As dear as my own children be; Last of the Flock For daily with my growing store Last of the Flock I loved my children more and more. Last of the Flock God cursed me in my sore distress, Last of the Flock I loved my children less; Last of the Flock My flock, it seemed to melt away. Last of the Flock And of my fifty, yesterday Last of the Flock And here it lies upon my arm, Last of the Flock It is the last of all my flock." Last of the Flock But nay, my heart is far too glad; Mad Mother My lovely baby! thou shalt be, Mad Mother A fire was once within my brain; Mad Mother And in my head a dull, dull pain; Mad Mother Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me. Mad Mother I waked, and saw my little boy, Mad Mother My little boy of flesh and blood; Mad Mother It cools my blood; it cools my brain; Mad Mother It cools my blood; it cools my brain; Mad Mother Draw from my heart the pain away. Mad Mother It loosens something at my chest; Mad Mother It comes to cool my babe and me. Mad Mother The babe I carry on my arm, Mad Mother He saves for me my precious soul; Mad Mother Without me my sweet babe would die. Mad Mother Then do not fear, my boy! for thee Mad Mother My pretty thing! then thou shalt sing, Mad Mother Thy father cares not for my breast, Mad Mother 'Tis fair enough for thee, my dove! Mad Mother My beauty, little child, is flown; Mad Mother And what if my poor cheek be brown? Mad Mother Dread not their taunts, my little life! Mad Mother From him no harm my babe can take, Mad Mother I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; Mad Mother My little babe! thy lips are still, Mad Mother -- Where art thou gone my own dear child? Mad Mother If thou art mad, my pretty lad, Mad Mother Oh! smile on me, my little lamb! Mad Mother My love for thee has well been tried: Mad Mother And there, my babe, we'll live for aye. Mad Mother "My Johnny do, I pray you do." Idiot Boy "There's nothing that can ease my pain." Idiot Boy "My Johnny, till my dying day." Idiot Boy "My Johnny, till my dying day." Idiot Boy "Oh Doctor! Doctor! where's my Johnny?" Idiot Boy "And I have lost my poor dear boy, Idiot Boy "I thought to find my Johnny here, Idiot Boy "Oh dear, dear pony! my sweet joy! Idiot Boy "Oh carry back my idiot boy! Idiot Boy Why will ye thus my suit repel? Idiot Boy And with the owls began my song, Idiot Boy To me my good friend Matthew spake, Expostulation "And dream my time away." Expostulation Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks, Tables Turned Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Tables Turned How sweet his music; on my life Tables Turned "A last leave of my son, a mariner, Old Man Travelling Oh let my body die away! Forsaken Indian The stars they were among my dreams; Forsaken Indian And yet they are upon my eyes, Forsaken Indian Oh let my body die away! Forsaken Indian My fire is dead: it knew no pain; Forsaken Indian Too soon my heartless spirit failed; Forsaken Indian When you were gone my limbs were stronger, Forsaken Indian My friends, I did not follow you! Forsaken Indian My friends, when you were gone away. Forsaken Indian My child! they gave thee to another, Forsaken Indian When from my arms my babe they took, Forsaken Indian When from my arms my babe they took, Forsaken Indian My little joy! my little pride! Forsaken Indian My little joy! my little pride! Forsaken Indian Oh wind that o'er my head art flying, Forsaken Indian The way my friends their course did bend, Forsaken Indian Too soon, my friends, you went away; Forsaken Indian In spite of all my weary pain, Forsaken Indian My fire is dead, and snowy white Forsaken Indian And he has stolen away my food. Forsaken Indian My journey will be shortly run, Forsaken Indian I cannot lift my limbs to know Forsaken Indian My poor forsaken child! if I Forsaken Indian And my last thoughts would happy be. Forsaken Indian I feel my body die away, Forsaken Indian In the pain of my spirit I said, Convict Yet my fancy has pierced to his heart, and pourtrays Convict "My care, if the arm of the mighty were mine, Convict And passing even into my purer mind Tintern Abbey Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, Tintern Abbey How often has my spirit turned to thee! Tintern Abbey (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, Tintern Abbey The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, Tintern Abbey The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Tintern Abbey Of all my moral being. Tintern Abbey Suffer my genial spirits to decay: Tintern Abbey Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend, Tintern Abbey My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch Tintern Abbey The language of my former heart, and read Tintern Abbey My former pleasures in the shooting lights Tintern Abbey My dear, dear Sister! And this prayer I make, Tintern Abbey And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance, Tintern Abbey
