Poems begining by M
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My Own Property
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I FEEL that I'm possess'd of nought,
Saving the free unfetterd thought
Which from my bosom seeks to flow,
And each propitious passing hour
That suffers me in all its power
A loving fate with truth to know.
My Grace Is Sufficient For Thee
© John Newton
Oppressed with unbelief and sin,
Fightings without, and fears within;
While earth and hell, with force combined,
Assault and terrify my mind.
Mabalel
© Eugene Marais
Voor jou voete, Mabalêl,
deur die westergloor verhel,
waar jy onbedagsaam staar,
sonder ooit gedagte van gevaar,
uit die stroomweg stadig
dryf 'n halfverdrinkte blaar.
Mart. Epi. XLIII. Lib. I.
© Richard Lovelace
Conjugis audisset fatum cum Portia Bruti,
Et substracta sibi quaereret arma dolor,
Nondum scitis, ait, mortem non posse negari,
Credideram satis hoc vos docuisse patrem.
Dixit, et ardentes avido bibit ore favillas.
I nunc, et ferrum turba molesta nega.
Miss Edith's Modest Request
© Francis Bret Harte
But Papa said if I was good I could ask you--alone by myself--
If you wouldn't write me a book like that little one up on the shelf.
I don't mean the pictures, of course, for to make THEM you've got to
be smart
But the reading that runs all around them, you know,--just the
easiest part.
Marie Laveau
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
So if you ever get down where the black tree grow
And meet a voodoo lady named Marie Laveaux,
And if she ever asks you to make her your wife,
Man, you better stay with her for the rest of your life
Or it´ll be GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
Another man done gone.
Mar. Lib. Iv. Ep. 33.
© Richard Lovelace
Et latet et lucet, Phaetontide condita gutta
Ut videatur apis nectare clausa suo.
Sic modo, quae fuerat vita contempta manente,
Funeribus facta est jam preciosa suis.
My Heart, My Traveler with English Translation
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Dil e man Musafir e man
Meray dil meray musafir
hua phir sey hukm sadir
k watan badar hon hum tum
Metempsychosis
© Arlo Bates
'Mid the seal-silt and the sea-sand,
Sinuous and sinister, fold on fold,
Microcosmography
© John Le Gay Brereton
He looks beyond the veils of night and day;
He hearkens in the silence, and has heard
Mother To Babe
© George Meredith
Fleck of sky you are,
Dropped through branches dark,
O my little one, mine!
Promise of the star,
Outpour of the lark;
Beam and song divine.
Milk For The Cat
© Harold Monro
When the tea is brought at five o'clock,
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part IV.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
High grew the snow beneath the low-hung sky,
And all was silent in the Wilderness;
In trance of stillness Nature heard her God
Rebuilding her spent fires, and veil'd her face
While the Great Worker brooded o'er His work.
Mussulman's Dream
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Where is that World, to which the Fancy flies,
When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes;
