Poems begining by M

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Mostly Slavonic

© Henry Lawson

But they never dreamed, the brainless, boors that used to sneer and scoff,
That the dreamy lad beside them—known as “Dutchy Mickyloff”—
Was a genius and a poet, and a Man—no matter which—
Was the Czar of all the Russias!—Peter Michaelovich.

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May, 1918

© John Jay Chapman

Again my eyes upon the night were turned.
The central darkness bloomed, and—robed in state—
While her great works about her burned—
Sate France enthronèd and incoronate!

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Munich

© Charles Godfrey Leland

GAMBRINUS.
In a field of goldnen parley
Goot King Gambrinus shlept,
Und treamin' pout de dursty volk,

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Margaret To Dolcino

© Charles Kingsley

Ask if I love thee? Oh, smiles cannot tell
Plainer what tears are now showing too well.
Had I not loved thee, my sky had been clear:
Had I not loved thee, I had not been here,
Weeping by thee.

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Mater Dolorosa

© William Barnes

I'D a dream to-night
  As I fell asleep,
O! the touching sight
  Makes me still to weep:

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Merlin

© John Le Gay Brereton

  O Merlin, how the magic from your eyes

  Bids the world flame about your idle feet,

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Monotonous Variety

© Franklin Pierce Adams

She "greeted" and he "volunteered";
  She "giggled"; he "asserted";
She "queried" and he "lightly veered";
  She "drawled" and he "averted";
She "scoffed," she "laughed" and he "averred";
He "mumbled," "parried," and "demurred."

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My Little Boy That Died

© Henry Austin Dobson

Look at his pretty face for just one minute !
His braided frock and dainty buttoned shoes,
His firm-shut hand, the favorite plaything in it,
Then, tell me, mothers, was it not hard to lose
And miss him from my side,—
My little boy that died?

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Metempsychosis

© Kenneth Slessor

SUDDENLY to become John Benbow, walking down William Street
With a tin trunk and a five-pound note, looking for a place to eat,
And a peajacket the colour of a shark's behind
That a Jew might buy in the morning. . . .

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Moonlight Reveries

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

The moon from solemn azure sky

  Looked down on earth below,

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Modern Athens

© Richard Monckton Milnes

If Fate, though jealous of the second birth
Of names in history raised to high degree,
Permits that Athens yet once more shall be,
Let her be placed as suits the thought and worth

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Mother Of Five

© Edgar Albert Guest

She mothered five!

Night after night she watched a little  bed,

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Music

© Alaric Alexander Watts

Mysterious keeper of the key

That opes the gates of Memory,

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Musette

© Henri Murger

Yesterday, watching the swallows' flight

That bring the spring and the season fair,

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Monody

© Herman Melville

To have known him, to have loved him
  After loneness long;
And then to be estranged in life,
  And neither in the wrong;
And now for death to set his seal--
  Ease me, a little ease, my song!

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Mr. Moon: A Song of the Little People

© Bliss William Carman

O MOON, Mr. Moon,

When you comin' down?

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Mors Dei.

© Robert Crawford

Methought I saw God dying, and
The millions round His bed;
And all in every planet knew
They'd pass when He was dead.

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Motes

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

UP and down, up and down,
In the air the sunshine mellows--
Green or yellow, gold or brown,
See those gay capricious fellows!

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My Four Little Johnny-Cakes

© Anonymous

Hurrah for the Lachlan, boys, and join me in a cheer;
That's the place to go to make a cheque every year.
With a toadskin in my pocket, that I borrowed from a friend,
Oh, isn't it nice and cosy to be camping in the bend!

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Mary Lemaine

© Henry Lawson

She heard a few words, but those words were enough—
The troopers were all on the track of Jim Duff.
The super, his rival, was planning a trap
To capture the scamp in Maginnis’s Gap.
‘I’ve warned him before, and I’ll do it again;—
I’ll save him to-night,’ whispered Mary Lemaine.