on their own
Mermaid, things done at the
Merriment, flashes of
Merry when I hear sweet music
Metal more attractive
--, sonorous
Metaphysic wit, high as
Mettle, grasp it like a man of
Mice, like little, stole in and out
--, best laid schemes of
Midnight dances
--oil consumed
Mien, vice is a monster of so frightful
Might, he that would not when he
Mighty, how are the, fallen
Miles, might travel, twelve stout
Milk of human kindness
--and water, O
Mill, brook that turns a
Millions of spiritual creatures
Millstone hanged about his neck
Milton, some mute, inglorious
Mind, be fully persuaded in
--, diseased, minister to a
--'s eye, Horatio
--, farewell the tranquil
--, out of, out of sight
--, musing in his sullein
--is its own place
--, men talk only to conceal their
--, gives to her, what he steals from her youth
--forbids to crave
--, she had a frugal
--, how fleet is a glance of the
--to mind
--, magic of the
--, Meccas of the
Minds, innocent and quiet
Minds are not ever craving
Mine own, do what I will with
Minister, one fair spirit for my
Minnows, Triton of the
Miracle instead of wit
Mirror up to nature
Mirth, within the limit of becoming
--grew fast and furious
Miserable have no other medicine
Miseries, in shallows and in
Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows
--, steeped to the lips in
Misery's darkest cavern
Mistress of herself tho' china fall
Mob of gentlemen
Modesty, bounds of
Moment, and give to God each
Monarch of all I survey
Monastic brotherhood
Money the root of all evil
--, still get
--, so much as 't will bring
Monster, a faultless
Months without an R
Mood, unused to the melting
--, that blessed
Moon, pluck honor from the pale-faced
--, swear not by the
--, the inconstant
--is made of green cheese
--shine at full or no
Moonlight sleeps upon this bank
Moor, lady married to the
Moral, to point a
More to that which had too much
--than painting can express
Morn to noon he fell
--from black to red began to turn
Morrow, take no thought for the
Mortal, all men think all men
--know through a crown's disguise
Mortals, not in, to command success
--, some feelings are to, given
Mother, so loving to my
--, where yet was ever found a
--is a mother still
--, happy he with such a
Moths, maidens like
Motley is the only wear
Mould, mortal mixture of earth's
Mountain tops, misty
--, robes the
--waves, her march is o'er the
Mountains interposed make enemies
--, Gre