Poems begining by M
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Meetings
© Katharine Tynan
As up and down I fare by road and street
The mothers of our men-at-arms I meet
Who die for mine and me,
That we go safe and free,
Sit in the sun, sleep soft and find life sweet.
My Ladys Slipper
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Only the bark of my dog in the tower,
Glad in his play;
"Red was her cloak, and her face like a flower";
Hide it away!
Morning Hymn
© George MacDonald
O Lord of life, thy quickening voice
Awakes my morning song!
In gladsome words I would rejoice
That I to thee belong.
Mater Liliarum
© Arthur Symons
In the remembering hours of night,
When the fierce-hearted winds complain,
The trouble comes into my sight,
And the voices come again,
And the voices come again.
Magic
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Sandra's seen a leprechaun,
Eddie touched a troll,
Laurie danced with witches once,
Charlie found some goblins' gold.
My Inspiration
© Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov
O recollection of the heart! You're stronger
Than reason's cheerless recollection.
My Books
© Stéphane Mallarme
My books closed again at Paphos name,
It delights me to choose with solitary genius
A ruin, by foam-flecks in thousands blessed
Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.
Moses On The Nile
© Victor Marie Hugo
"Sisters! the wave is freshest in the ray
Of the young morning; the reapers are asleep;
Moore
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
He sings the heroic tales of old
When Ireland yet was free,
Of many a fight and foray bold,
And raid beyond the sea.
Man
© Robert Herrick
Want is a softer wax, that takes thereon,
This, that, and every base impression,
May Night
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Come, let us forth, and wander the rich, the murmuring night!
The shy, blue dusk of summer trembles above the street;
On either side uprising glimmer houses pale:
But me the turbulent babble and voice of crowds delight;
For me the wheels make music, the mingled cries are sweet;
Motion and laughter call: we hear, we will not fail.
Melancholy. A Fragment.
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Stretched on a mouldered Abbey's broadest wall,
Where ruining ivies propped the ruins steep--
Her folded arms wrapping her tattered pall,
Had Melancholy mused herself to sleep.
Meditations Upon A Candle
© John Bunyan
Man's like a candle in a candlestick,
Made up of tallow and a little wick;
My Thanks,
© John Greenleaf Whittier
'T is said that in the Holy Land
The angels of the place have blessed
The pilgrim's bed of desert sand,
Like Jacob's stone of rest.
Moses
© Thomas Parnell
Ile sing to God, Ile Sing ye songs of praise
To God triumphant in his wondrous ways,
To God whose glorys in the Seas excell,
Where the proud horse & prouder rider fell.
Mustering Song
© Anonymous
The boss last night in the hut did say -
"We start to muster at break of day;
So be up first thing, and don't be slow;
Saddle your horses and off you go."
Misconstruction
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HOW man misjudges man! the outward seeming,
Gesture, or glance, or utterance that may jar
Against some petty, pampered, poor conceit,
Unworthy, undefined, is straightway made
Montserrat
© Arthur Symons
Peace waits among the hills;
I have drunk peace,
Here, where the blue air fills
The great cup of the hills,
And fills with peace.
Minstrels
© William Wordsworth
The minstrels played their Christmas tune
To-night beneath my cottage-eaves;
While, smitten by a lofty moon,
The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,
Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,
That overpowered their natural green.
