mak'st

Oh! sire who mak'st yon orb-strown arch thy throne, --

Zophiel A Poem Maria Gowen Brooks

Thou mak'st glad hearts and trip'st "fantastic toes,"

The Sylvan Cabin A Centenary Ode on the Birth of Lincoln and Other Verse Edward Smyth Jones 1920

Come back: what mak'st thou here, when o'er the sea

The Iphigenia in Tauris of Euripides 480? BC-406 BC Euripides 1911

Thou mak'st me eat whilst others starve, And sing while others do lament: Such untome Thy blessings are, As if I were Thine only care.

The Perfect Wagnerite, Commentary on the Ring George Bernard Shaw 1903

Poets continually speak of the hair standing on end; Brutus says to the ghost of Cæsar, "that mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare."

The expression of the emotions in man and animals 1898

Thou makest me smile while thou mak'st me to smart;

Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul James Mudge 1881

Thou mak'st the heaven thou hop'st indeed thy home.

Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul James Mudge 1881

The hearts of all mortals thou stir'st with desire And on everyone's lids thou mak'st sleeplessness reign.

The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night, Volume I Anonymous 1879

I trow, the goblets wherewithal thou mak'st us drunk are those

The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night, Volume III Anonymous 1879

O thou that mak'st morning to dawn with the lustre and light of thy brows And eke, with thy brow-locks unloosed, the night to sink down from the sky,

The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night, Volume III Anonymous 1879