Poems begining by M
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Murdering Beauty
© Thomas Carew
I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching face,
Since ruin harbours there in every place ;
My Journey (With English Translation)
© Ali Sardar Jafri
PHIR IK DIN AISAA AAYEGAA
AAnKHOn KE DIYE BUJH JAAYEInGEY
Mira's Will
© Mary Leapor
IMPRIMIS - My departed Shade I trust
To Heav'n - My Body to the silent Dust;
My Name to publick Censure I submit,
To be dispos'd of as the World thinks fit;
Metrical Letter, Written From London.
© Robert Southey
Margaret! my Cousin!--nay, you must not smile;
I love the homely and familiar phrase;
My Secret. (From The French Of Felix Arvers)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My soul its secret hath, my life too hath its mystery,
A love eternal in a moment's space conceived;
Marmion: Introduction to Canto II.
© Sir Walter Scott
But chief 'twere sweet to think such life
(Though but escape from fortune's strife),
Something most matchless good and wise,
A great and grateful sacrifice;
And deem each hour to musing given
A step upon the road to heaven.
Mont Brevent
© George Santayana
O dweller in the valley, lift thine eyes
To where, above the drift of cloud, the stone
My Religion
© Anonymous
Let Romanists all at Confessional kneel,
Let the Jew with disgust turn from it,
Let the mighty Crown Prelate in Church pander zeal,
Let the Mussulman worship Mahomet.
My sweetheart's dainty lips
© Yehudah HaLevi
My sweetheart's dainty lips are red,
With ruby's crimson overspread;
Her teeth are like a string of pearls;
Down her neck her clustering curls
In ebony hue vie with the night,
And over her features dances light.
Mountain Sonnets
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
[Written on one of the Blue Ridge range of Mountains.]
HERE let me pause by the lone eagle's nest,
And breathe the golden sunlight and sweet air,
Which gird and gladden all this region fair
Mencius
© Sarah Knowles Bolton
Three centuries before the Christian age
China's great teacher, Mencius, was born;
"My Hands Clasped..."
© Anna Akhmatova
My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy
"Why are you so pale and upset?"
Thats because I today made him crazy
With the sour wine of regret.
Metamorphoses: Book The Fourteenth
© Ovid
NOW Glaucus, with a lover's haste, bounds o'er
The swelling waves, and seeks the Latian shore.
My Mind Keeps Movin
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Fly off to Paris just to get away from home
Get off in London and I grab a boat for Rome
Got to St Louis be in St Paul or else take a trip and go no place at all
Because my mind keeps a movin'...
Moon-Struck
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
IT is a moor
Barren and treeless; lying high and bare
Beneath the archèd sky. The rushing winds
Fly over it, each with his strong bow bent
And quiver full of whistling arrows keen.
Magdalen
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
I
A SWORD, whose blade has ne'er been wet
With blood, except of freedom's foes;
That hope which, though its sun be set,
