Poems begining by M
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Modern Love L: Thus Piteously Love
© George Meredith
Thus piteously Love closed what he begat:
The union of this ever-diverse pair!
Modern Love II: It Ended, and the Morrow
© George Meredith
It ended, and the morrow brought the task.
Her eyes were guilty gates, that let him in
Modern Love I: By This He Knew She Wept
© George Meredith
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes:
That, at his hand's light quiver by her head,
M. Degas Teaches Art and Science At Durfee Intermediate School--Detroit, 1942
© Philip Levine
He made a line on the blackboard,
one bold stroke from right to left
Movimiento estudiantil
© Taja Kramberger
My dear students,
little pigeons from the Forja factory in Buenos Aires.
The institution we built together has become
a hangar for hanging pieces of discounted meat.
Mortua Est
© Mihai Eminescu
Two candles, tall sentry, beside an earth mound,
A dream with wings broken that trail to the ground,
Loud flung from the belfry calamitous chime...
'Tis thus that you passed o'er the bound'ries of time.
Market day
© Webb Mary
Who'll walk the fields with us to town,In an old coat and a faded gown?We take our roots and country sweetsWhere high walls shade the steep old streets,And golden bells and silver chimesRing up and down the sleepy times
Man Frail and God Eternal
© Isaac Watts
Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.
Millie MacGill
© Turner Charles (Tennyson)
I watch'd thy merry gambols on the sand,And ask'd thy name beside the morning sea;Sweet came thine answer, with thy little handUpon the spade, and thy blue eyes on me,Millie Macgill
Mrs. Johnson Objects
© Thompson Clara Ann
Come right in this house, Will Johnson! Kin I teach you dignity?Chasin' aft' them po' white children, Jest because you wan' to play.
Meeting at Night
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
My Mother
© Taylor Ann
Who fed me from her gentle breast,And hush'd me in her arms to rest,And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother.
Memory
© Tabb John Banister
I go not to the grave to weep,But to my heart, wherein I keepA hidden manna that hath fedAlike the living and the dead.
Mammy
© Tabb John Banister
I loved her countenance whereon, Despite the longest day,The tenderness of visions gone In shadow seemed to stay
Morbidezza
© Arthur Symons
White girl, your flesh is liliesUnder a frozen moon,So still isThe rapture of your swoonOf whiteness, snow or lilies.
Missing -- Believed Killed: On reading a Mother's letter
© Studdert Kennedy Geoffrey Anketell
'Twere heaven enough to fill my heart If only one would stay,Just one of all the million joys God gives to take away.
Mors Benefica
© Stedman Edmund Clarence
Give me to die unwitting of the day, And stricken in Life's brave heat, with senses clear: Not swathed and couched until the lines appearOf Death's wan mask upon this withering clay,But as that old man eloquent made way From Earth, a nation's conclave hushed anear; Or as the chief whose fates, that he may hearThe victory, one glorious moment stay
