|
MACAW.............1 |
|
Macaw |
, and tender av'davat, |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 81 |
|
MACE..............2 |
Creus was one; his ponderous iron |
mace |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 41 |
Smote 'twixt the horns by the death-stunning |
mace |
|
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 131 |
|
MACEDONIAN........1 |
The Indus with his |
Macedonian |
numbers? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 25 |
|
MAD...............28 |
Could I, at once, my |
mad |
ambition smother, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 110 |
Indeed, locks bright enough to make me |
mad |
; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 613 |
When |
mad |
Eurydice is listening to't; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 165 |
A |
mad |
-pursuing of the fog-born elf, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 277 |
But my poor mistress went distract and |
mad |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 473 |
Swift, |
mad |
, fantastic round the rocks, and lash'd |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 920 |
No housing from the storm and tempests |
mad |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 322 |
Old Eolus would stifle his |
mad |
spleen, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 653 |
To our |
mad |
minstrelsy!' |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 238 |
Most like with joy gone |
mad |
, with sorrow cloy'd. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 495 |
O, what a |
mad |
endeavour |
Lines on Seeing a Lock of Milton's Hair, Line 6 |
And |
mad |
with glimpses at futurity! |
Lines on Seeing a Lock of Milton's Hair, Line 31 |
Both together, sane and |
mad |
; |
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Line 19 |
Gone |
mad |
through olden songs and poesies. |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 54 |
There is no other crime, no |
mad |
assail |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 155 |
His bitter thoughts to other, well nigh |
mad |
|
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 164 |
And I should rage, if spirits could go |
mad |
; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 314 |
The pleasant valleys - have I not, |
mad |
brain'd, |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, MRS. C-, Line 12 |
What |
mad |
pursuit? What struggle to escape? |
Ode on a Grecian Urn, Line 9 |
Must needs exclaim that I am |
mad |
forsooth, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 105 |
Or the |
mad |
-fumed wine-? Nay, do not frown, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Sigifred, Line 35 |
How's this? I marvel! Yet you look not |
mad |
. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 142 |
It is so |
mad |
a deed, I must reflect |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 240 |
I was a |
mad |
conspirator, chiefly too |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 141 |
Half |
mad |
- not right here - I forget my purpose. |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 176 |
Let the |
mad |
poets say whate'er they please |
Lamia, Part I, Line 328 |
His foolish heart from its |
mad |
pompousness, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 114 |
With |
mad |
-cap pleasure, or hand-clasp'd amaze: |
The Jealousies, Line 724 |
|
MAD'ST............1 |
When to the folks thou |
mad'st |
a bow |
All gentle folks who owe a grudge, Line 23 |
|
MADAM.............3 |
A nightmare sure - What, |
madam |
, was it you? |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 27 |
Red-Crag!- What, |
madam |
, can you then repent |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 44 |
Dear |
madam |
, I must kiss you, faith I must! |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 51 |
|
MADDEN............1 |
Such power to |
madden |
thee? And is it true- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 956 |
|
MADDEN'D..........2 |
By Arne delighted, or by Handel |
madden'd |
; |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 111 |
Will gulph me - help!" - At this with |
madden'd |
stare, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 195 |
|
MADE..............104 |
|
Made |
him delay to let their tender feet |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 85 |
A hand heaven |
made |
to succour the distress'd; |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 106 |
And tearful ladies |
made |
for love, and pity: |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 47 |
|
Made |
by some mighty oaks: as they would chase |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 140 |
|
Made |
great Apollo blush for this his land. |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 183 |
Is |
made |
of the four seasons - manifest |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 295 |
|
Made |
Ariadne's cheek look blushingly. |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 336 |
"Places of nestling green for Poets |
made |
." Story of Rimini |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Epigraph |
For what has |
made |
the sage or poet write |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 125 |
|
Made |
silken ties, that never may be broken. |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 238 |
|
Made |
a naumachia for mice and rats: |
Before he went to live with owls and bats, Line 4 |
|
Made |
for our searching: yes, in spite of all, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 11 |
|
Made |
every eastern cloud a silvery pyre |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 96 |
His friends, the dearest. Hushing signs she |
made |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 409 |
On her own couch, new |
made |
of flower leaves, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 438 |
|
Made |
delicate from all white-flower bells; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 669 |
And fitful whims of sleep are |
made |
of, streams |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 749 |
Is |
made |
of love and friendship, and sits high |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 801 |
Has |
made |
me scruple whether that same night |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 860 |
Of weary days, |
made |
deeper exquisite, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 911 |
The mighty ones who have |
made |
eternal day |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 253 |
Or than the west, |
made |
jealous by the smiles |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 361 |
Are swallow'd all, and |
made |
a seared dearth, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 368 |
On soft Adonis' shoulders, |
made |
him still |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 521 |
Of mighty Poets is |
made |
up; the scroll |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 724 |
Half lost, and all old hymns |
made |
nullity! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 794 |
|
Made |
fiercer by a fear lest any part |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 845 |
Of mine was once |
made |
perfect in these woods. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 966 |
|
Made |
of rose leaves and thistledown, express, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 571 |
This mighty consummation |
made |
, the host |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 828 |
And |
made |
those dazzled thousands veil their eyes |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 858 |
|
Made |
a delighted way. Then dance, and song, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 933 |
To what my own full thoughts had |
made |
too tender, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 74 |
Sweet as a muskrose upon new- |
made |
hay; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 102 |
From kissing cymbals |
made |
a merry din- |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 198 |
|
Made |
for the soul to wander in and trace |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 514 |
Many upon thy death have ditties |
made |
; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 836 |
|
Made |
their cheeks paler by the break of June: |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 26 |
And to the silence |
made |
a gentle moan, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 238 |
Had |
made |
a miry channel for his tears. |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 280 |
It |
made |
sad Isabella's eyelids ache, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 327 |
Those dainties |
made |
to still an infant's cries: |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 374 |
And Neptune |
made |
for thee a spumy tent, |
To Homer, Line 7 |
And Pan |
made |
sing for thee his forest-hive; |
To Homer, Line 8 |
Unbosom'd so and so eternal |
made |
, |
Give me your patience, sister, while I frame, Line 13 |
She |
made |
her garlanding, |
Old Meg she was a gipsey, Line 18 |
O he |
made |
|
There was a naughty boy, Line 86 |
Drown'd wast thou till an earthquake |
made |
thee steep- |
To Ailsa Rock, Line 13 |
There is a joy in every spot |
made |
known by times of old, |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 5 |
And then, from twelve till two, this Eden |
made |
is |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 12 |
Been |
made |
for Cleopatra's winding sheet; |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 50 |
Till Miss's comb is |
made |
a pearl tiara, |
And what is Love?- It is a doll dress'd up, Line 7 |
|
Made |
purple riot: then doth he propose |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 138 |
|
Made |
a dim, silver twilight, soft he set |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 254 |
|
Made |
tuneable with every sweetest vow; |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 309 |
I |
made |
a whipstock of a faery's wand; |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 26 |
You see: I |
made |
a whipstock of a wand; |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 31 |
They saw her highness had |
made |
up her mind, |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 45 |
How beautiful, if sorrow had not |
made |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 35 |
Beautiful things |
made |
new, for the surprise |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 132 |
And |
made |
his hands to struggle in the air, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 136 |
Found way unto Olympus, and |
made |
quake |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 146 |
Oft |
made |
Hyperion ache. His palace bright, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 176 |
And |
made |
their dove-wings tremble. On he flared, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 217 |
|
Made |
a fit roofing to this nest of woe. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 14 |
By noble winged creatures he hath |
made |
? |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 235 |
Of what I heard, and how it |
made |
me weep, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 260 |
And murmur'd into it, and |
made |
melody- |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 271 |
Now saw the light and |
made |
it terrible. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 366 |
Soon wild commotions shook him, and |
made |
flush |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 124 |
I |
made |
a garland for her head, |
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, Line 17 |
And |
made |
sweet moan. |
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, Line 20 |
What |
made |
you then, with such an anxious love, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Sigifred, Line 32 |
|
made |
at parting, and I will forget to send the Emperor letters |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Albert, Line 56 |
You may be |
made |
a duke. |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Sigifred, Line 54a |
Ere, by one grasp, this common hand is |
made |
|
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 86 |
Auranthe, you have |
made |
|
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 156b |
As yesterday the Arab |
made |
thee stoop. |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 110 |
|
Made |
iron-stern by habit! Thou shalt see |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 148 |
Of his great summoner, and |
made |
retreat |
Lamia, Part I, Line 11 |
|
Made |
gloom of all her frecklings, streaks and bars, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 159 |
For by some freakful chance he |
made |
retire |
Lamia, Part I, Line 230 |
Lycius to all |
made |
eloquent reply, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 340 |
|
Made |
, by a spell, the triple league decrease |
Lamia, Part I, Line 345 |
Where use had |
made |
it sweet, with eyelids closed, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 23 |
|
Made |
close inquiry; from whose touch she shrank, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 103 |
Supportress of the faery-roof, |
made |
moan |
Lamia, Part II, Line 123 |
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile |
made |
|
Lamia, Part II, Line 237 |
And shall I see thee |
made |
a serpent's prey?" |
Lamia, Part II, Line 298 |
With plantane, and spice blossoms, |
made |
a screen; |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 21 |
That |
made |
my heart too small to hold its blood. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 254 |
Beautiful things |
made |
new for the surprize |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 437 |
And |
made |
their dove-wings tremble: on he flared |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 61 |
Whose lips were solid, whose soft hands were |
made |
|
The Jealousies, Line 6 |
'Twas not the glance itself |
made |
nursey flinch, |
The Jealousies, Line 69 |
An article |
made |
up of calumny |
The Jealousies, Line 104 |
I'll show him that his speeches |
made |
me sick, |
The Jealousies, Line 148 |
Just as he |
made |
his vow, it 'gan to rain, |
The Jealousies, Line 224 |
" |
Made |
racy - (sure my boldness is misplaced!)- |
The Jealousies, Line 367 |
(I own it,)- have |
made |
too free with his wine; |
The Jealousies, Line 614 |
And |
made |
a very tolerable broth- |
The Jealousies, Line 651 |
"From two to half-past, dusky way we |
made |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 658 |
She wish'd a game at whist - |
made |
three revokes- |
The Jealousies, Line 700 |
And |
made |
him read in many a learned book, |
In after time a sage of mickle lore, Line 4 |
|
MADEIRA...........1 |
Away with old hock and |
madeira |
! |
Hence burgundy, claret, and port, Line 2 |
|
MADELINE..........10 |
Full of this whim was thoughtful |
Madeline |
: |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 55 |
For |
Madeline |
. Beside the portal doors, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 76 |
All saints to give him sight of |
Madeline |
, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 78 |
"Now tell me where is |
Madeline |
," said he, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 114 |
And |
Madeline |
asleep in lap of legends old. |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 135 |
When |
Madeline |
, St. Agnes' charmed maid, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 192 |
At which fair |
Madeline |
began to weep, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 302 |
"This is no dream, my bride, my |
Madeline |
!" |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 326 |
"My |
Madeline |
! sweet dreamer! lovely bride! |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 334 |
To trust, fair |
Madeline |
, to no rude infidel. |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 342 |
|
MADELINE'S........2 |
Even to |
Madeline's |
chamber, and there hide |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 164 |
And threw warm gules on |
Madeline's |
fair breast, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 218 |
|
MADEST............1 |
Thou |
madest |
Pluto bear thin element; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 99 |
|
MADLY.............6 |
Should |
madly |
follow that bright path of light |
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem, Line 60 |
I was distracted; |
madly |
did I kiss |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 653 |
To some black cloud; thence down I'll |
madly |
sweep |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 247 |
Sprang to each other |
madly |
; and the rest |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 794 |
All |
madly |
dancing through the pleasant valley, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 202 |
So most maliciously, so |
madly |
striven |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 227 |
|
MADMAN............3 |
Ah! rather let me like a |
madman |
run |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 301 |
Aye, if a |
madman |
could have leave to pass a healthful day, |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 25 |
O senseless Lycius! |
Madman |
! wherefore flout |
Lamia, Part II, Line 147 |
|
MADMEN............1 |
Ye artists lovelorn, |
madmen |
that ye are! |
On Fame ("Fame, like a wayward girl"), Line 12 |
|
MADNESS...........12 |
There is for |
madness |
- cruel or complying? |
Unfelt, unheard, unseen, Line 6 |
Are gone in tender |
madness |
, and anon, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 949 |
My |
madness |
impious; for, by all the stars |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 184 |
From the clear moon, the trees, and coming |
madness |
. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 218 |
My lonely |
madness |
. Speak, delicious fair! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 748 |
Sat silently. Love's |
madness |
he had known: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 860 |
My |
madness |
! let it mantle rosy-warm |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 313 |
Of |
madness |
?- God of Song, |
God of the meridian, Line 17 |
Dazzled his |
madness |
! |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 66 |
To change; her elfin blood in |
madness |
ran, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 147 |
Is't |
madness |
or a hunger after death |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE III, De Kaims, Line 14 |
Yes, of thy |
madness |
thou shalt take the meed- |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE III, De Kaims, Line 19 |
|
MAGAZIN...........1 |
The |
Magazin |
des Modes now open is |
The Jealousies, Line 283 |
|
MAGIAN............3 |
His |
magian |
fish through hated fire and flame? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 265 |
Not Aladdin |
magian |
|
Not Aladdin magian, Line 1 |
"Leave her to me," rejoin'd the |
magian |
: |
The Jealousies, Line 532 |
|
MAGIC.............24 |
O |
magic |
sleep! O comfortable bird, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 453 |
There blossom'd suddenly a |
magic |
bed |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 554 |
Eolian |
magic |
from their lucid wombs: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 786 |
Arion's |
magic |
to the Atlantic isles; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 360 |
The streams with changed |
magic |
interlace: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 613 |
Then all its buried |
magic |
, till it flush'd |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 900 |
Of ambitious |
magic |
: every ocean-form |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 199 |
Went arching up, and like two |
magic |
ploughs |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 222 |
Scans all the depths of |
magic |
, and expounds |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 697 |
Of his swift |
magic |
. Diving swans appear |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 339 |
Their shadows, with the |
magic |
hand of chance; |
When I have fears that I may cease to be, Line 8 |
From some old |
magic |
like Urganda's sword. |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 29 |
From the poor girl by |
magic |
of their light, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 291 |
And why it flourish'd, as by |
magic |
touch; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 459 |
All the |
magic |
of the place. |
Not Aladdin magian, Line 49 |
Hurry along to some less |
magic |
shade. |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 8 |
Charm'd |
magic |
casements, opening on the foam |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 69 |
Silence! and hear the |
magic |
of a name- |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 92 |
Delicate, godlike, |
magic |
! must I leave |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 84 |
And wonder that 'tis so,- the |
magic |
chance! |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 69 |
Unlawful |
magic |
, and enticing lies. |
Lamia, Part II, Line 286 |
Cham is said to have been the inventor of |
magic |
. |
The Jealousies, Keats's Note to Line 403 |
This is the |
magic |
, this the potent charm, |
The Jealousies, Line 518 |
Under one arm the |
magic |
book he bore, |
The Jealousies, Line 606 |
|
MAGICAL...........2 |
In |
magical |
powers to bless, and to sooth. |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 20 |
In |
magical |
powers, to bless and to sooth. |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 44 |
|
MAGICIAN..........3 |
It was indeed the great |
magician |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 307 |
For the rose-water vase, |
magician |
mine! |
The Jealousies, Line 431 |
Then the |
magician |
solemnly 'gan frown, |
The Jealousies, Line 505 |
|
MAGICIAN'S........2 |
"That curst |
magician's |
name fell icy numb |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 555 |
Until he knock'd at the |
magician's |
door; |
The Jealousies, Line 275 |
|
MAGNIFICENCE......8 |
Leading afar past wild |
magnificence |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 598 |
A new |
magnificence |
. On oozy throne |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 993 |
Of Haydon's in its fresh |
magnificence |
. |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 69 |
That inlet to severe |
magnificence |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 211 |
|
magnificence |
, with supper-tables, laden with services of gold and silver. A |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Setting |
Some wider-domed high |
magnificence |
! |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 34 |
The misery in fit |
magnificence |
. |
Lamia, Part II, Line 116 |
For there was more |
magnificence |
behind: |
The Jealousies, Line 595 |
|
MAGNIFICENT.......2 |
Their doming curtains, high, |
magnificent |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 870 |
Of all she list, strange or |
magnificent |
: |
Lamia, Part I, Line 204 |
|
MAGNIFIED.........1 |
Upon thy vaporous bosom, |
magnified |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 19 |
|
MAGNITUDE.........1 |
A sun - a shadow of a |
magnitude |
. |
On Seeing the Elgin Marbles, Line 14 |
|
MAGO..............2 |
Rejoin'd the |
mago |
, "but on Bertha muse; |
The Jealousies, Line 434 |
For we have proved the |
mago |
never fell |
The Jealousies, Line 788 |
|
MAIA..............1 |
Mother of Hermes! and still youthful |
Maia |
! |
Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia, Line 1 |
|
MAIAN.............1 |
Sending forth |
Maian |
incense, spread around |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 103 |
|
MAID..............31 |
Should e'er the fine-eyed |
maid |
to me be kind, |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 35 |
To find a place where I may greet the |
maid |
- |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 54 |
Keeping a silence round a sleeping |
maid |
; |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 68 |
Windingly by it, so the quiet |
maid |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 448 |
And then, towards me, like a very |
maid |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 634 |
Sat silent: for the |
maid |
was very loth |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 711 |
Old Atlas' children? Art a |
maid |
of the waters, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 690 |
Fair |
maid |
, be pitiful to my great woe. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 949 |
Thou wouldst bathe once again. Innocent |
maid |
! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 978 |
From my dear native land! Ah, foolish |
maid |
! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 31 |
I was to top the heavens. Dear |
maid |
, sith |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 110 |
But thee to comfort a poor lonely |
maid |
; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 287 |
Can I prize thee, fair |
maid |
, all price above, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 473 |
"I would have thee my only friend, sweet |
maid |
! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 849 |
And, for my sake, let this young |
maid |
abide |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 865 |
Of many a |
maid |
have given thee many a maul, |
To Mrs. Reynold's Cat, Line 12 |
Would, with his |
maid |
Marian, |
Lines on the Mermaid Tavern, Line 11 |
Honour to |
maid |
Marian, |
Robin Hood, Line 59 |
My lady's |
maid |
had a silken scarf, |
Extracts from an Opera, SONG Line 13 |
Where be ye going, you Devon |
maid |
, |
Where be ye going, you Devon maid, Line 1 |
Of the |
maid |
|
There was a naughty boy, Line 65 |
So far into your bosom - gentle |
maid |
|
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, MRS. C-, Line 36 |
Too much gaz'd at? Where's the |
maid |
|
Fancy, Line 70 |
When Madeline, St. Agnes' charmed |
maid |
, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 192 |
Through all their labyrinths; and let the |
maid |
|
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 21 |
The first was a fair |
maid |
, and Love her name; |
Ode on Indolence, Line 25 |
If you have any pity for a |
maid |
, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 44 |
Too gentle Hermes, hast thou found the |
maid |
?" |
Lamia, Part I, Line 80 |
Ah, happy Lycius!- for she was a |
maid |
|
Lamia, Part I, Line 185 |
She sha'n't be |
maid |
of honour,- by heaven that she sha'n't! |
The Jealousies, Line 153 |
For on that eve alone can you the |
maid |
convey." |
The Jealousies, Line 504 |
|
MAIDEN............9 |
Tenderly her fancy from its |
maiden |
snow, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 29 |
Each tender |
maiden |
whom he once thought fair, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 892 |
Sometimes these very pangs. Dear |
maiden |
, steal |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 985 |
The |
maiden |
sobb'd awhile, and then replied: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 125 |
To give |
maiden |
blushes |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 149 |
To lose in grieving all my |
maiden |
prime. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 278 |
She scarcely heard: her |
maiden |
eyes divine, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 57 |
Bertha was a |
maiden |
fair |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 39 |
Is heap'd upon her, |
maiden |
most unmeek,- |
Ode on Indolence, Line 29 |
|
MAIDEN'S..........6 |
Whose lips have trembled with a |
maiden's |
eyes. |
Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs, Line 8 |
The light uplifting of a |
maiden's |
veil; |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 92 |
Than the soft rustle of a |
maiden's |
gown |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 95 |
Or |
maiden's |
sigh, that grief itself embalms: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 402 |
Doth catch at the |
maiden's |
gown. |
For there's Bishop's Teign, Line 18 |
The |
maiden's |
chamber, silken, hush'd, and chaste; |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 187 |
|
MAIDENHEADS.......1 |
The |
maidenheads |
are going. |
O blush not so! O blush not so, Line 4 |
|
MAIDENHOOD........3 |
No higher bard than simple |
maidenhood |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 726 |
All fancy, pride, and fickle |
maidenhood |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 742 |
And robs his fair name of its |
maidenhood |
; |
On Fame ("How fever'd is the man"), Line 4 |
|
MAIDENS...........10 |
Fondled the |
maidens |
with the breasts of cream; |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 34 |
Young men, and |
maidens |
at each other gaz'd |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 231 |
Come hither all sweet |
maidens |
, soberly |
On a Leander Which Miss Reynolds, My Kind Friend, Gave Me, Line 1 |
Adieu!" Whereat those |
maidens |
, with wild stare, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 903 |
He saw not the two |
maidens |
, nor their smiles, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 969 |
And when |
maidens |
go a maying, |
Extracts from an Opera, FOLLY'S SONG Line 3 |
Where the |
maidens |
sweet |
For there's Bishop's Teign, Line 22 |
What men or gods are these? What |
maidens |
loth? |
Ode on a Grecian Urn, Line 8 |
Of marble men and |
maidens |
overwrought, |
Ode on a Grecian Urn, Line 42 |
For love of mortal women, |
maidens |
fair, |
The Jealousies, Line 5 |
|
MAIDS.............4 |
That |
maids |
will sing them on their bridal night. |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 82 |
New singing for our |
maids |
shalt thou devise, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 839 |
The restoration of some captive |
maids |
, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 191 |
To waiting- |
maids |
, and bed-room coteries, |
The Jealousies, Line 119 |
|
MAIL..............3 |
To melting pulp, that fish would have bright |
mail |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 837 |
Spoilt all her silver |
mail |
, and golden brede; |
Lamia, Part I, Line 158 |
Curricles, or |
mail |
-coaches, swift beyond compare." |
The Jealousies, Line 252 |
|
MAIL'D............1 |
Of shields upon the pavement, when bright |
mail'd |
|
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Albert, Line 15 |
|
MAILED............2 |
And |
mailed |
hand held out, ready to greet |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 126 |
Of |
mailed |
heroes should tear off my crown:- |
To a Young Lady Who Sent Me a Laurel Crown, Line 13 |
|
MAILS.............1 |
To think how they may ache in icy hoods and |
mails |
. |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 18 |
|
MAIM..............1 |
What doth strengthen and what |
maim |
. |
Bards of passion and of mirth, Line 34 |
|
MAIN..............8 |
Wasting of old time - with a billowy |
main |
- |
On Seeing the Elgin Marbles, Line 13 |
Or to tread breathless round the frothy |
main |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 270 |
And snatch thee from the morning; o'er the |
main |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 697 |
I was a fisher once, upon this |
main |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 318 |
Lifted dry above the |
main |
, |
Not Aladdin magian, Line 17 |
Until he reach'd the great |
main |
cupola; |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 221 |
But for the |
main |
, here found they covert drear. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 32 |
Somewhat in sadness, but pleas'd in the |
main |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 453 |
|
MAINLY............1 |
And I love your junkets |
mainly |
; |
Where be ye going, you Devon maid, Line 6 |
|
MAINTAIN..........1 |
This way he comes, and if you would |
maintain |
|
King Stephen Act I, SCENE I, Baldwin, Line 24 |
|
MAINTAIN'D........1 |
While still the dazzling globe |
maintain'd |
eclipse, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 288 |
|
MAINTAINS.........1 |
He sole and lone |
maintains |
|
King Stephen Act I, SCENE II, First Captain, Line 10b |
|
MAJESTIC..........6 |
How soon that voice, |
majestic |
and elate, |
Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate, Line 5 |
The sweet |
majestic |
tone of Maro's lyre; |
Ode to Apollo, Line 14 |
Regal his shape |
majestic |
, a vast shade |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 372 |
Full and |
majestic |
; it is well enough, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 83 |
|
Majestic |
shadow, tell me: sure not all |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 187 |
|
Majestic |
shadow, tell me where I am: |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 211 |
|
MAJESTICAL........1 |
But lets it sometimes pace abroad |
majestical |
, |
Lamia, Part II, Line 59 |
|
MAJESTIES.........2 |
Yet few of these far |
majesties |
, ah, few! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 34 |
|
Majesties |
, sovran voices, agonies, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 115 |
|
MAJESTY...........23 |
And oar'd himself along with |
majesty |
; |
Imitation of Spenser, Line 15 |
And as, in sparkling |
majesty |
, a star |
To Hope, Line 43 |
Whose congregated |
majesty |
so fills |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 208 |
From |
majesty |
: but in clear truth the themes |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 233 |
About her |
majesty |
, and front death-pale, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 642 |
Subdued |
majesty |
with this glad time. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 964 |
Afloat, and pillowing up the |
majesty |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 999 |
Is emptied of thine hoary |
majesty |
. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 59 |
His sov'reignty, and rule, and |
majesty |
;- |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 165 |
That such neglect of our high |
Majesty |
|
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 62 |
No syllable of a fit |
majesty |
|
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 230 |
Is emptied of thine hoary |
majesty |
. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 361 |
His sov'reignty, and rule, and |
majesty |
; |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 14 |
That 's |
Majesty |
was in a raving fit." |
The Jealousies, Line 326 |
Of |
majesty |
, by dint of passion keen, |
The Jealousies, Line 349 |
I'll knock you-" "Does your |
Majesty |
mean - down? |
The Jealousies, Line 408 |
Your |
Majesty |
there is no crime at all |
The Jealousies, Line 474 |
"I fetch her!"- "Yes, an't like your |
Majesty |
; |
The Jealousies, Line 487 |
"Behold, your |
Majesty |
, upon the brow |
The Jealousies, Line 543 |
His |
Majesty |
will know her temper time enough. |
The Jealousies, Line 702 |
It bodes ill to his |
Majesty |
- (refer |
The Jealousies, Line 705 |
"'Stead of his anxious |
Majesty |
and court |
The Jealousies, Line 757 |
' Where is his |
Majesty |
?' No person feels |
The Jealousies, Line 781 |
|
MAJESTY'S.........1 |
"Your |
Majesty's |
in love with some fine girl |
The Jealousies, Line 380 |
|
MAK'ST............1 |
Thou |
mak'st |
me boil as hot as thou canst flame! |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 103 |
|
MAKE..............106 |
And |
make |
superiour each delight. |
Stay, ruby breasted warbler, stay, Line 16 |
O'ershading sorrow doth not |
make |
thee less |
To Lord Byron, Line 6 |
And |
make |
"a sun-shine in a shady place": |
To George Felton Mathew, Line 75 |
Would never |
make |
a lay of mine enchanting, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 16 |
'Twould |
make |
the Poet quarrel with the rose. |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 46 |
|
Make |
pleasing music, and not wild uproar. |
How many bards gild the lapses of time, Line 14 |
As hard as lips can |
make |
it: till agreed, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 109 |
Of summer nights collected still to |
make |
|
Sleep and Poetry, Line 191 |
Can |
make |
their lying lips turn pale of hue, |
Before he went to live with owls and bats, Line 13 |
produced, it is not without a feeling of regret that I |
make |
it public. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Preface, paragraph1 |
That for themselves a cooling covert |
make |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 17 |
Be all about me when I |
make |
an end. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 57 |
|
Make |
my horn parley from their foreheads hoar: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 479 |
Indeed, locks bright enough to |
make |
me mad; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 613 |
"Now, if this earthly love has power to |
make |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 843 |
So reaching back to boy-hood: |
make |
me ships |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 881 |
What a calm round of hours shall |
make |
my days. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 983 |
To |
make |
us feel existence, and to shew |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 158 |
To |
make |
a coronal; and round him grew |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 409 |
Content, O fool! to |
make |
a cold retreat, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 465 |
And |
make |
my branches lift a golden fruit |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 908 |
And |
make |
them happy in some happy plains." |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 1017 |
Can |
make |
a ladder of the eternal wind, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 26 |
Of pains resistless! |
make |
my being brief, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 540 |
Of recollection! |
make |
my watchful care |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 307 |
Shew cold through watery pinions; |
make |
more bright |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 588 |
Is sure enough to |
make |
a mortal man |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 960 |
Fire-wing'd, and |
make |
a morning in his mirth: |
Spenser, a jealous honorer of thine, Line 8 |
Each step he took should |
make |
his lady's hand |
Extracts from an Opera, [first section] Line 5 |
And |
make |
the wild fern for a bed do? |
Over the hill and over the dale, Line 20 |
To |
make |
old prose in modern rhyme more sweet: |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 156 |
To |
make |
the youngster for his crime atone; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 172 |
To |
make |
all bare before he dares to stray |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 254 |
And |
make |
a pale light in your cypress glooms, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 439 |
O let his neighbour |
make |
a rent |
All gentle folks who owe a grudge, Line 19 |
He might |
make |
tremble many a man whose spirit had gone forth |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 27 |
Would bar return and |
make |
a man forget his mortal way. |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 32 |
Blockhead, d'ye hear - Blockhead, I'll |
make |
her feel. |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 53 |
Blockhead, |
make |
haste! |
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, BEN NEVIS, Line 68a |
That silly youth doth think to |
make |
itself |
And what is Love?- It is a doll dress'd up, Line 4 |
Fools! |
make |
me whole again that weighty pearl |
And what is Love?- It is a doll dress'd up, Line 15 |
Though the rushes that will |
make |
|
'Tis the "witching time of night", Line 18 |
Who as they walk abroad |
make |
tinkling with their feet. |
Character of C.B., Line 27 |
To |
make |
me desolate? whence came the strength? |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 103 |
To hover round my head, and |
make |
me sick |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 288 |
And |
make |
its silvery splendour pant with bliss. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 102 |
And too unlucent for thee |
make |
. |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, ZEPHYR, Line 61 |
Nor virgin-choir to |
make |
delicious moan |
Ode to Psyche, Line 30 |
So let me be thy choir, and |
make |
a moan |
Ode to Psyche, Line 44 |
|
Make |
your best bow to her and bid adieu; |
On Fame ("Fame, like a wayward girl"), Line 13 |
|
Make |
not your rosary of yew-berries, |
Ode on Melancholy, Line 5 |
And precious goblets that |
make |
rich the wine. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 13 |
To |
make |
our golden fortune known to you. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 24 |
Concerning what will |
make |
that sin-worn cheek |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 27 |
You must |
make |
here a solemn vow to me. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 29 |
|
Make |
me this vow- |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 60a |
He is! but here |
make |
oath |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 69b |
And |
make |
the widening circlets of your eyes |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 85 |
Lady Auranthe, I would not |
make |
you blush, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 64 |
Both for his sake and mine, and to |
make |
glad |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Auranthe, Line 69 |
May in few hours |
make |
pleasures of them all. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Conrad, Line 80 |
And |
make |
the politic smile; no, I have heard |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 146 |
Not to thine ear alone I |
make |
confession, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 173 |
We will |
make |
trial of your house's welcome, |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 183 |
With silver index, bidding thee |
make |
peace? |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Sigifred, Line 9 |
I do believe you. No 'twas not to |
make |
|
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 37 |
Will you |
make |
Titan play the lackey-page |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 60 |
Are all my counsellors. If they can |
make |
|
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Ludolph, Line 108 |
|
Make |
not your father blind before his time; |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 122 |
We'll |
make |
it so. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE I, Otho, Line 129a |
How? |
Make |
it clear; if it be possible, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Albert, Line 50 |
An injury may |
make |
of a staid man! |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Albert, Line 41 |
To summon harmful lightning, and |
make |
yawn |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 83 |
Will |
make |
thy bold tongue quiver to the roots, |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 87 |
To |
make |
a greater. His young Highness here |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 150 |
May carry that with him shall |
make |
him die |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 52 |
So trusting in thy love; that should not |
make |
|
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 117 |
It doth |
make |
me freeze. |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 118b |
But |
make |
your own heart monitor, and save |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 120 |
You |
make |
me tremble; |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 130b |
Draw not the sword; 'twould |
make |
an uproar, Duke, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 169 |
|
Make |
soft inquiry; pr'ythee, be not stay'd |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 6 |
Than to |
make |
guesses at me. 'Tis enough. |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 69 |
Poor cheated Ludolph! |
Make |
the forest hiss |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 34 |
Nay, linger not; |
make |
no resistance, sweet;- |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 57 |
Not |
make |
them tenser. |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE IV, Ethelbert, Line 27a |
Draws near when I must |
make |
a winding up |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 130 |
To breed distrust and hate, that |
make |
the soft voice hiss. |
Lamia, Part II, Line 10 |
Will |
make |
Elysian shades not too fair, too divine. |
Lamia, Part II, Line 212 |
To |
make |
rejoinder to Moneta's mourn. |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 231 |
|
Make |
great Hyperion ache. His palace bright, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 24 |
And |
make |
him cower lowly while I soar? |
What can I do to drive away, Line 23 |
|
Make |
lean and lank the starv'd ox while he feeds; |
What can I do to drive away, Line 41 |
Why do you |
make |
such echoing of his name? |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE II, Glocester, Line 30 |
And |
make |
a heaven of his purgatory, |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE IV, Chester, Line 50 |
Can |
make |
his June December - here he comes. |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE IV, Chester, Line 58 |
From mortal tempters all to |
make |
retreat,- |
The Jealousies, Line 25 |
I'll |
make |
the opposition-benches wince, |
The Jealousies, Line 138 |
And |
make |
it flare in many a brilliant form, |
The Jealousies, Line 213 |
Whate'er your palmistry may |
make |
of it, |
The Jealousies, Line 331 |
And sponge my forehead,- so my love doth |
make |
me pine." |
The Jealousies, Line 432 |
Use of some soft manoeuvre you must |
make |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 490 |
See scraps of mine will |
make |
it worth your while, |
The Jealousies, Line 562 |
At his sweet prose, and, if we can, |
make |
dance |
The Jealousies, Line 635 |
Of lords and ladies, on each hand, |
make |
show |
The Jealousies, Line 752 |
Of moth's down, to |
make |
soft the royal beds, |
The Jealousies, Line 767 |
|
MAKER.............1 |
O |
Maker |
of sweet poets, dear delight |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 116 |
|
MAKER'S...........1 |
For his great |
Maker's |
presence, but must know |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 43 |
|
MAKES.............14 |
And |
makes |
the gazers round about the ring |
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem, Line 29 |
To embracements warm as theirs |
makes |
coy excuse. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 533 |
'Tis ignorance that |
makes |
a barren waste |
To the Nile, Line 10 |
To be my spouse: thy paleness |
makes |
me glad; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 318 |
A stratagem, that |
makes |
the beldame start: |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 139 |
|
Makes |
this alarum in the elements, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 105 |
Knowledge enormous |
makes |
a God of me. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 113 |
But |
makes |
surrender to some thoughtless boy, |
On Fame ("Fame, like a wayward girl"), Line 3 |
And now your favour |
makes |
me but more humble; |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Auranthe, Line 25 |
But this so sudden kindness |
makes |
me dumb. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Auranthe, Line 30 |
You know full well what |
makes |
me look so pale. |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 112 |
Escapes, |
makes |
fiercer onset, the anew |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE II, First Captain, Line 13 |
That |
makes |
thee thus unarm'd throw taunts at us? |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE III, De Kaims, Line 15 |
'Tis Bertha Pearl! What |
makes |
my brain so whirl? |
The Jealousies, Line 383 |
|
MAKING............12 |
|
Making |
the triple kingdom brightly smile? |
On Peace, Line 4 |
|
Making |
directly for the woodland altar. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 127 |
|
Making |
me quickly veil my eyes and face: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 603 |
Odorous and enlivening; |
making |
all |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 514 |
|
Making |
the best of 's way towards Soho. |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 12 |
Is |
making |
free when they are not at home. |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 29 |
A certain shape or shadow, |
making |
way |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 122 |
|
Making |
slow way, with head and neck convuls'd |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 262 |
|
Making |
our bright hours muddy, be a thing |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 116 |
|
Making |
comparisons of earthly things; |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 3 |
A flight of starlings |
making |
rapidly |
The Jealousies, Line 644 |
"About this time,- |
making |
delightful way,- |
The Jealousies, Line 712 |
|
MALADY............3 |
Striving their ghastly |
malady |
to cheer, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 897 |
Without some stir of heart, some |
malady |
; |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 4 |
Shook horrid with such aspen- |
malady |
: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 94 |
|
MALAY.............1 |
Great wits in Spanish, Tuscan, and |
Malay |
. |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 136 |
|
MALICE............3 |
Envy, and |
Malice |
to their native sty? |
Addressed to Haydon, Line 12 |
Had spent their |
malice |
, and the sullen rear |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 40 |
Had spent their |
malice |
, and the sullen rear |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 342 |
|
MALICIOUSLY.......1 |
So most |
maliciously |
, so madly striven |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 227 |
|
MALIGNANT.........2 |
And canst oppose to each |
malignant |
hour |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 339 |
Foul, poisonous, |
malignant |
whisperings; |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 130 |
|
MAMMOTH...........1 |
But one of the whole |
mammoth |
-brood still kept |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 164 |
|
MAN...............105 |
On earth the good |
man |
base detraction bars |
Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate, Line 13 |
And light blue mountains: but no breathing |
man |
|
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 28 |
A |
man |
of elegance, and stature tall: |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 112 |
In shape, that sure no living |
man |
had thought |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 117 |
Said the good |
man |
to Calidore alert; |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 123 |
To sooth the cares, and lift the thoughts of |
man |
. |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 247 |
Of |
man |
: though no great minist'ring reason sorts |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 288 |
Surely the mind of |
man |
is closely bound |
Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition, Line 5 |
With these poor offerings, a |
man |
like thee. |
To Leigh Hunt, Esq., Line 14 |
punishment: but no feeling |
man |
will be forward to inflict it: he will leave me |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Preface, paragraph3 |
of a |
man |
is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Preface, paragraph4 |
Where no |
man |
went; and if from shepherd's keep |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 68 |
Aye, even as dead-still as a marble |
man |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 405 |
No |
man |
e'er panted for a mortal love. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 526 |
O did he ever live, that lonely |
man |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 364 |
Of ancient Nox;- then skeletons of |
man |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 133 |
An old |
man |
sitting calm and peacefully. |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 192 |
Upon a weeded rock this old |
man |
sat, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 193 |
Beside this old |
man |
lay a pearly wand, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 213 |
The old |
man |
rais'd his hoary head and saw |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 218 |
"Thou art the |
man |
! Now shall I lay my head |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 234 |
Thou art the |
man |
!" Endymion started back |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 255 |
I care not for this old mysterious |
man |
!" |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 280 |
"Young |
man |
of Latmos! thus particular |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 449 |
"What more there is to do, young |
man |
, is thine: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 754 |
There came a dream, shewing how a young |
man |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 376 |
Of every ill: the |
man |
is yet to come |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 522 |
There never liv'd a mortal |
man |
, who bent |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 646 |
Cresses that grow where no |
man |
may them see, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 684 |
Is sure enough to make a mortal |
man |
|
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 960 |
That when a |
man |
doth set himself in toil |
Extracts from an Opera, [first section] Line 3 |
Four seasons are there in the mind of |
man |
. |
Four seasons fill the measure of the year, Line 2 |
So the two brothers and their murder'd |
man |
|
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 209 |
Which saves a sick |
man |
from the feather'd pall |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 268 |
Is there a |
man |
in Parliament |
All gentle folks who owe a grudge, Line 17 |
He might make tremble many a |
man |
whose spirit had gone forth |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 27 |
Would bar return and make a |
man |
forget his mortal way. |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 32 |
|
Man |
feels the gentle anchor pull and gladdens in its strength. |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 40 |
That |
man |
may never lose his mind on mountains bleak and bare; |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 46 |
I have hid from mortal |
man |
; |
Not Aladdin magian, Line 43 |
A younger brother this! a |
man |
|
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 67 |
Which any |
man |
may number for his sport, |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 18 |
'Tis the |
man |
who with a man |
Where's the Poet? Show him! show him, Line 3 |
'Tis the man who with a |
man |
|
Where's the Poet? Show him! show him, Line 3 |
A |
man |
may be 'twixt ape and Plato; |
Where's the Poet? Show him! show him, Line 7 |
'Tis the |
man |
who with a bird, |
Where's the Poet? Show him! show him, Line 8 |
The old |
man |
may sleep, and the planets may wink; |
Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear, Line 20 |
His prayer he saith, this patient, holy |
man |
; |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 10 |
Flatter'd to tears this aged |
man |
and poor; |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 21 |
"A cruel |
man |
and impious thou art: |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 140 |
Beyond a mortal |
man |
impassion'd far |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 316 |
From |
man |
to the sun's God; yet unsecure: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 168 |
How fever'd is the |
man |
who cannot look |
On Fame ("How fever'd is the man"), Line 1 |
Why then should |
man |
, teasing the world for grace, |
On Fame ("How fever'd is the man"), Line 13 |
Than ours, a friend to |
man |
, to whom thou say'st, |
Ode on a Grecian Urn, Line 48 |
From no less |
man |
than Otho, who has sent |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Albert, Line 135 |
Seem'd to say- "Sleep, old |
man |
, in safety sleep; |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 61 |
For what can any |
man |
on earth do more? |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 182 |
A trusty soul? A good |
man |
in the camp? |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 2 |
Yes, he was ever known to be a |
man |
|
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 22 |
O proof! proof! proof! Albert's an honest |
man |
; |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 24 |
Young |
man |
, you heard this virgin say 'twas false,- |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 122 |
Peace! peace, old |
man |
! I cannot think she is. |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Gersa, Line 130 |
What, |
man |
, do you mistake the hollow sky |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Sigifred, Line 34 |
For a poor waiter? Why, |
man |
, how you stare! |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Sigifred, Line 37 |
An injury may make of a staid |
man |
! |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE I, Albert, Line 41 |
No ounce of |
man |
in thy mortality? |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 85 |
To beard us for no cause; he's not the |
man |
|
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 108 |
A cud for the repentance of a |
man |
|
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 176 |
Albert, I speak to you as to a |
man |
|
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Otho, Line 209 |
More than against a night-mare, which a |
man |
|
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 233 |
That I, by happy chance, hit the right |
man |
|
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 252 |
Of a |
man |
drowning on his hateful throat. |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Albert, Line 272 |
You need not be his sexton too: a |
man |
|
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 51 |
A melancholy mood will haunt a |
man |
, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 124 |
A |
man |
detesting all inhuman crime; |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Albert, Line 137 |
It seems then, sir, you have found out the |
man |
|
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE II, Ludolph, Line 45 |
Aye, and the |
man |
. |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 8b |
Sometimes the counsel of a dying |
man |
|
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE II, Albert, Line 41 |
Oh! thou good |
man |
, against whose sacred head |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 140 |
Wilt thou forgive me? And thou, holy |
man |
, |
Otho the Great, Act V, SCENE V, Ludolph, Line 171 |
Is that old |
man |
? I cannot bring to mind |
Lamia, Part I, Line 372 |
The old |
man |
through the inner doors broad-spread; |
Lamia, Part II, Line 170 |
Know'st thou that |
man |
?" Poor Lamia answer'd not. |
Lamia, Part II, Line 255 |
And not a |
man |
but felt the terror in his hair. |
Lamia, Part II, Line 268 |
"Shut, shut those juggling eyes, thou ruthless |
man |
! |
Lamia, Part II, Line 277 |
a young |
man |
|
Lamia, Keats's Footnote from Burton, |
|
man |
should |
Lamia, Keats's Footnote from Burton, |
to behold. The young |
man |
, a philosopher, otherwise staid and discreet, able to |
Lamia, Keats's Footnote from Burton, |
Since every |
man |
whose soul is not a clod |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 13 |
That even the dying |
man |
forgets his shroud; |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 101 |
Every sole |
man |
hath days of joy and pain, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 172 |
Methought I heard some old |
man |
of the earth |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 440 |
From |
man |
to the Sun's God: yet unsecure; |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO II, Line 17 |
Because I think, my lord, he is no |
man |
, |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE II, Second Knight, Line 31 |
How dare, against a |
man |
disarm'd? |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE III, De Kaims, Line 20b |
To any but the second |
man |
of the realm, |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE III, Stephen, Line 25 |
To whisper, there's the |
man |
who took alive |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE III, Stephen, Line 31 |
His running, lying, flying foot- |
man |
too,- |
The Jealousies, Line 53 |
There he says plainly that she loved a |
man |
! |
The Jealousies, Line 109 |
Like, saving shoe for sock or stocking, my |
man |
John!" |
The Jealousies, Line 306 |
From a |
Man |
-Tiger-Organ, prettiest of his toys." |
The Jealousies, Line 333 |
Than the Emperor when he play'd on his |
Man |
-Tiger-Organ. |
The Jealousies, Line 342 |
Kill'd a |
man |
-cook, a page, and broke a jar, |
The Jealousies, Line 669 |
I met, far gone in liquor, that old |
man |
, |
The Jealousies, Line 786 |
|
MAN'S.............15 |
For |
man's |
protection. Surely the All-seeing, |
Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Line 32 |
Had I a |
man's |
fair form, then might my sighs |
Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs, Line 1 |
A loving-kindness for the great |
man's |
fame, |
Addressed to Haydon, Line 2 |
|
Man's |
voice was on the mountains; and the mass |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 104 |
When at my feet emerg'd an old |
man's |
hand, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 669 |
'Tis well nigh past |
man's |
search their hearts to see; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 493 |
Even so vague is |
man's |
sight of himself. |
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud, Line 9 |
Of peaceful sway above |
man's |
harvesting, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 110 |
From a |
man's |
little heart's short fever-fit; |
Ode on Indolence, Line 34 |
Ever cures the good |
man's |
ill. |
Shed no tear - O shed no tear, Line 14 |
The charters of |
man's |
greatness, at this hour |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Sigifred, Line 15 |
A young |
man's |
heart, by heaven's blessing, is |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 180 |
But an old |
man's |
is narrow, tenantless |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 183 |
High as the level of a |
man's |
breast rear'd |
Lamia, Part II, Line 184 |
And peaceful sway above |
man's |
harvesting, |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 415 |
|
MANACLE...........1 |
|
Manacle |
them both! |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Conrad, Line 258b |
|
MANAGE............2 |
Can |
manage |
those hard rivets to set free |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE II, Otho, Line 115 |
To |
manage |
stairs reversely, like a peach |
The Jealousies, Line 628 |
|
MANAGED...........2 |
Intreated, |
managed |
! When can you contrive |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Conrad, Line 20 |
Those nows you |
managed |
in a special style." |
The Jealousies, Line 560 |
|
MANAGEMENT........1 |
She is a changeling of my |
management |
; |
The Jealousies, Line 389 |
|
MANE..............3 |
Hast thou a steed with a |
mane |
richly flowing? |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 9 |
Of his proud horse's |
mane |
: he was withal |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 111 |
The eagle's feathery |
mane |
|
God of the golden bow, Line 15 |
|
MANE'S............1 |
The Lion's |
mane's |
on end: the Bear how fierce! |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 596 |
|
MANED.............1 |
With turrets crown'd. Four |
maned |
lions hale |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 643 |
|
MANES.............3 |
And steeds with streamy |
manes |
- the charioteer |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 127 |
"Mounted on panthers' furs and lions' |
manes |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 251 |
Throw your slack bridles o'er the flurried |
manes |
, |
King Stephen Act I, SCENE I, Stephen, Line 10 |
|
MANHOOD...........2 |
In the present strength of |
manhood |
, that the high |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 163 |
Shewing like Ganymede to |
manhood |
grown; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 170 |
|
MANIFEST..........2 |
Is made of the four seasons - |
manifest |
|
Sleep and Poetry, Line 295 |
The Heavens and the Earth, were |
manifest |
: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 199 |
|
MANIFESTATIONS....1 |
|
Manifestations |
of that beauteous life |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 317 |
|
MANIFOLD..........2 |
And terrors |
manifold |
divided me |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 563 |
Locks shining black, hair scanty grey, and passions |
manifold |
. |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 38 |
|
MANKIND...........4 |
|
Mankind |
do know of hell: I look o'erhead, |
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud, Line 5 |
|
Mankind |
can tell of heaven: mist is spread |
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud, Line 7 |
Is plain, and in the eye of all |
mankind |
|
Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd, MRS. C-, Line 7 |
Iced in the great lakes, to afflict |
mankind |
; |
What can I do to drive away, Line 38 |
|
MANLY.............1 |
And had such |
manly |
ardour in his eye, |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 148 |
|
MANNA.............4 |
He seem'd to taste a drop of |
manna |
-dew, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 766 |
And here is |
manna |
pick'd from Syrian trees, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 452 |
|
Manna |
and dates, in argosy transferr'd |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 268 |
And honey wild, and |
manna |
dew, |
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, Line 26 |
|
MANNER............2 |
Knowing within myself the |
manner |
in which this Poem has |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Preface, paragraph1 |
What |
manner |
I mean, will be quite clear to the reader, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Preface, paragraph2 |
|
MANNERLY..........1 |
Not mine, and be more |
mannerly |
. |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 65a |
|
MANNERS...........2 |
Against the vicious |
manners |
of the age, |
The Jealousies, Line 92 |
"Besides, |
manners |
forbid that I should pass any |
The Jealousies, Line 469 |
|
MANOEUVRE.........1 |
Use of some soft |
manoeuvre |
you must make, |
The Jealousies, Line 490 |
|
MANSION...........2 |
They could not in the self-same |
mansion |
dwell |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 3 |
Him any mercy, in that |
mansion |
foul, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 89 |
|
MANTLE............8 |
Of a light |
mantle |
; and while Clerimond |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 140 |
Ocean's blue |
mantle |
streak'd with purple, and green. |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 132 |
A fold of lawny |
mantle |
dabbling swims |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 374 |
My madness! let it |
mantle |
rosy-warm |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 313 |
His rugged forehead in a |
mantle |
pale, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 395 |
Sceptre, and |
mantle |
, clasp'd with dewy gem, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 4 |
His mind wrapp'd like his |
mantle |
, while her eyes |
Lamia, Part I, Line 242 |
Into his |
mantle |
, adding wings to haste, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 367 |
|
MANTLED...........2 |
When were thy shoulders |
mantled |
in huge streams? |
To Ailsa Rock, Line 3 |
|
Mantled |
before in darkness and huge shade, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 365 |
|
MANTLES...........1 |
Where |
mantles |
grey have rustled by and swept the nettles green: |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 4 |
|
MANTLING..........1 |
|
Mantling |
the east, by Aurora's peering hand |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 113 |
|
MANY..............155 |
By |
many |
streams a little lake did fill, |
Imitation of Spenser, Line 7 |
Embroidered with |
many |
a spring peering flower? |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 14 |
Full |
many |
the glories that brighten thy youth! |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 18 |
Full |
many |
the glories that brighten thy youth; |
On Receiving a Curious Shell..., Line 42 |
Into |
many |
graceful bends: |
Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, Line 14 |
Downward too flows |
many |
a tress |
Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, Line 19 |
With |
many |
joys for him: the warder's ken |
Calidore: A Fragment, Line 56 |
|
Many |
the wonders I this day have seen: |
To My Brother George (sonnet), Line 1 |
Full |
many |
a dreary hour have I past, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 1 |
These wonders strange he sees, and |
many |
more, |
To My Brother George (epistle), Line 53 |
With |
many |
else which I have never known. |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 48 |
And so I did. When |
many |
lines I'd written, |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 101 |
But |
many |
days have past since last my heart |
To Charles Cowden Clarke, Line 109 |
How |
many |
bards gild the lapses of time! |
How many bards gild the lapses of time, Line 1 |
And |
many |
goodly states and kingdoms seen; |
On First Looking into Chapman's Homer, Line 2 |
Round |
many |
western islands have I been |
On First Looking into Chapman's Homer, Line 3 |
And I have |
many |
miles on foot to fare. |
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there, Line 4 |
And let there glide by |
many |
a pearly car, |
On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour, Line 6 |
And full of |
many |
wonders of the spheres: |
On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour, Line 12 |
|
Many |
such eves of gently whisp'ring noise |
To My Brothers, Line 11 |
Whence I may copy |
many |
a lovely saying |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 65 |
And |
many |
a verse from so strange influence |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 69 |
In |
many |
places;- some has been upstirr'd |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 224 |
An ocean dim, sprinkled with |
many |
an isle, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 306 |
How |
many |
days! what desperate turmoil! |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 308 |
|
Many |
delights of that glad day recalling, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 329 |
With over pleasure - |
many |
, many more, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 345 |
With over pleasure - many, |
many |
more, |
Sleep and Poetry, Line 345 |
And |
many |
pleasures to my vision started; |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 26 |
On |
many |
harps, which he has lately strung; |
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, Line 52 |
And |
many |
glories of immortal stamp. |
Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition, Line 14 |
Of all the |
many |
glories that may be. |
On Receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt, Line 14 |
My little boat, for |
many |
quiet hours, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 47 |
|
Many |
and many a verse I hope to write, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 49 |
Many and |
many |
a verse I hope to write, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 49 |
Who thus one lamb did lose. Paths there were |
many |
, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 79 |
For |
many |
moments, ere their ears were sated |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 114 |
The |
many |
that are come to pay their vows |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 291 |
|
Many |
might after brighter visions stare: |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 346 |
By |
many |
a summer's silent fingering; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 432 |
Chatted with thee, and |
many |
days exil'd |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 926 |
Faints into sleep, with |
many |
a dying tone |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book I, Line 950 |
|
Many |
old rotten-timber'd boats there be |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 18 |
To goodly vessels; |
many |
a sail of pride, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 20 |
Alas! 'tis his old grief. For |
many |
days, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 47 |
O'er |
many |
a heath, through many a woodland dun, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 72 |
O'er many a heath, through |
many |
a woodland dun, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 72 |
At these enchantments, and yet |
many |
more, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 428 |
So thou wouldst thus, for |
many |
sequent hours, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 797 |
Hereat, with |
many |
sobs, her gentle strife |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book II, Line 825 |
Convulsion to a mouth of |
many |
years? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 287 |
And roar'd for more; with |
many |
a hungry lick |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 512 |
And there, ere |
many |
days be overpast, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 594 |
With |
many |
a scalding tear and many a groan, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 668 |
With many a scalding tear and |
many |
a groan, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 668 |
His even breast: see, |
many |
steeled squares, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 731 |
Of gladness in the air - while |
many |
, who |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 792 |
Mov'd on for |
many |
a league; and gain'd, and lost |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 829 |
Joyous, and |
many |
as the leaves in spring, |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book III, Line 839 |
So |
many |
, and so many, and such glee? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 219 |
So many, and so |
many |
, and such glee? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 219 |
So |
many |
, and so many, and such glee? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 229 |
So many, and so |
many |
, and such glee? |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 229 |
And in these regions |
many |
a venom'd dart |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 520 |
Has been thy meed for |
many |
thousand years; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 777 |
|
Many |
upon thy death have ditties made; |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 836 |
And |
many |
, even now, their foreheads shade |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 837 |
To meet us |
many |
a time." Next Cynthia bright |
Endymion: A Poetic Romance, Book IV, Line 996 |
Ah! would 'twere so with |
many |
|
In drear nighted December, Line 17 |
The |
many |
, many wonders see, |
Apollo to the Graces, Line 10 |
The many, |
many |
wonders see, |
Apollo to the Graces, Line 10 |
How |
many |
mice and rats hast in thy days |
To Mrs. Reynold's Cat, Line 2 |
Destroy'd?- how |
many |
tit bits stolen? Gaze |
To Mrs. Reynold's Cat, Line 3 |
Of |
many |
a maid have given thee many a maul, |
To Mrs. Reynold's Cat, Line 12 |
Of many a maid have given thee |
many |
a maul, |
To Mrs. Reynold's Cat, Line 12 |
For |
many |
years my offerings must be hush'd. |
Lines on Seeing a Lock of Milton's Hair, Line 32 |
Of the leaves of |
many |
years: |
Robin Hood, Line 5 |
|
Many |
times have winter's shears, |
Robin Hood, Line 6 |
And freckles |
many |
; ah! a careless nurse, |
Extracts from an Opera, [fourth section] Line 7 |
Both turning |
many |
a mill, |
For there's Bishop's Teign, Line 9 |
And |
many |
other juts of aged stone |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 47 |
Founded with |
many |
a mason-devil's groan. |
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, Line 48 |
Too |
many |
tears for lovers have been shed, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 90 |
Too |
many |
sighs give we to them in fee, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 91 |
Too |
many |
doleful stories do we see, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 93 |
And for them |
many |
a weary hand did swelt |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 107 |
And |
many |
once proud-quiver'd loins did melt |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 109 |
|
Many |
all day in dazzling river stood, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 111 |
These brethren having found by |
many |
signs |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 161 |
And |
many |
a jealous conference had they, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 169 |
And |
many |
times they bit their lips alone, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 170 |
And |
many |
a chapel bell the hour is telling, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 310 |
From her dead eyes; and |
many |
a curious elf, |
Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil, Line 453 |
No breakfast had she |
many |
a morn, |
Old Meg she was a gipsey, Line 13 |
No dinner |
many |
a noon, |
Old Meg she was a gipsey, Line 14 |
But we have |
many |
a horrid bore |
All gentle folks who owe a grudge, Line 7 |
He might make tremble |
many |
a man whose spirit had gone forth |
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain, Line 27 |
|
Many |
a mortal of these days |
Not Aladdin magian, Line 35 |
And yonder twice as |
many |
more |
O Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness, Line 93 |
I have, by |
many |
yards at least, been carding |
Fragment of Castle-builder, CASTLE BUILDER, Line 3 |
And so it chanc'd, for |
many |
a door was wide, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 29 |
As she had heard old dames full |
many |
times declare. |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 45 |
Fix'd on the floor, saw |
many |
a sweeping train |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 58 |
Came |
many |
a tiptoe, amorous cavalier, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 60 |
Through |
many |
a dusky gallery, they gain |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 186 |
And moan forth witless words with |
many |
a sigh; |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 303 |
After so |
many |
hours of toil and quest, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 338 |
That night the Baron dreamt of |
many |
a woe, |
The Eve of St. Agnes, Line 372 |
With its |
many |
mysteries, |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 37 |
On which were |
many |
monsters seen, |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 78 |
Rejoicing for his |
many |
pains. |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 92 |
He writith; and thinges |
many |
mo: |
The Eve of St. Mark, Line 109 |
Buckled and tied with |
many |
a twist and plait? |
When they were come unto the Faery's court, Line 88 |
By |
many |
a damsel hoarse and rouge of cheek; |
Character of C.B., Line 23 |
Won from the gaze of |
many |
centuries: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book I, Line 280 |
With |
many |
more, the brawniest in assault, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 21 |
And |
many |
else were free to roam abroad, |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 31 |
And |
many |
else whose names may not be told. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 81 |
Not savage, for he saw full |
many |
a God |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 350 |
And |
many |
hid their faces from the light: |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book II, Line 381 |
|
Many |
a fallen old Divinity |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 8 |
Though scarcely heard in |
many |
a green recess. |
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book III, Line 41 |
Portray'd in |
many |
a fiery den |
Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, SALAMANDER, Line 15 |
Upon my pillow, breeding |
many |
woes: |
Sonnet to Sleep, Line 10 |
Darkling I listen; and, for |
many |
a time |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 51 |
Call'd him soft names in |
many |
a mused rhyme, |
Ode to a Nightingale, Line 53 |
On all the |
many |
bounties of your hand,- |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 113 |
And pitying forsooth my |
many |
wrongs; |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 75 |
From interchanged love through |
many |
years. |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Ludolph, Line 101 |
Seeing so |
many |
vigilant eyes explore |
Otho the Great, Act I, SCENE III, Theodore, Line 125 |
For I am sick and faint with |
many |
wrongs, |
Otho the Great, Act II, SCENE II, Erminia, Line 115 |
Of hopes, and stuff'd with |
many |
memories, |
Otho the Great, Act III, SCENE II, Ethelbert, Line 184 |
How |
many |
whisperers there are about, |
Otho the Great, Act IV, SCENE I, Auranthe, Line 32 |
And wound with |
many |
a river to its head, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 29 |
Wind into Thetis' bower by |
many |
a pearly stair; |
Lamia, Part I, Line 208 |
Where I may all my |
many |
senses please, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 284 |
For the first time through |
many |
anguish'd days, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 303 |
Companion'd or alone; while |
many |
a light |
Lamia, Part I, Line 357 |
'Twould humour |
many |
a heart to leave them thus, |
Lamia, Part I, Line 396 |
Even as you list invite your |
many |
guests; |
Lamia, Part II, Line 98 |
The |
many |
heard, and the loud revelry |
Lamia, Part II, Line 262 |
house, and all that was in it, vanished in an instant: |
many |
thousands took |
Lamia, Keats's Footnote from Burton, |
Faggots of cinnamon, and |
many |
heaps |
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream, CANTO I, Line 235 |
Love, love alone, has pains severe and |
many |
; |
To Fanny, Line 46 |
While little harps were touch'd by |
many |
a lyric fay. |
The Jealousies, Line 36 |
As |
many |
a poor felon does not live to tell. |
The Jealousies, Line 180 |
Though I have bowstrung |
many |
of his sect; |
The Jealousies, Line 193 |
And make it flare in |
many |
a brilliant form, |
The Jealousies, Line 213 |
|
Many |
as bees about a straw-capp'd hive, |
The Jealousies, Line 260 |
"I know a |
many |
Berthas!" "Mine's above |
The Jealousies, Line 372 |
Then slaves, as presents bearing |
many |
a gem; |
The Jealousies, Line 588 |
And |
many |
on their marrow-bones for death prepared. |
The Jealousies, Line 684 |
Frill-rumpling elbows brew up |
many |
a bother, |
The Jealousies, Line 773 |
And made him read in |
many |
a learned book, |
In after time a sage of mickle lore, Line 4 |
And into |
many |
a lively legend look; |
In after time a sage of mickle lore, Line 5 |