Poems begining by M
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Mahmood The Image-Breaker
© James Russell Lowell
Old events have modern meanings; only that survives
Of past history which finds kindred in all hearts and lives.
May Morning
© Celia Thaxter
WARM, wild, rainy wind, blowing fitfully,
Stirring dreamy breakers on the slumberous May sea,
What shall fail to answer thee? What thing shall withstand
The spell of thine enchantment, flowing over sea and land?
Mnemosyne
© Friedrich Hölderlin
The fruits are ripe, dipped in fire,
Cooked and sampled on earth. And there's a law,
That things crawl off in the manner of snakes,
Prophetically, dreaming on the hills of heaven.
My Love
© Frances Anne Kemble
When thou art gone, there creeps into my heart
A cold and bitter consciousness of pain:
The light, the warmth of life with thee depart,
And I sit dreaming over and over again
Thy greeting clasp, thy parting look and tone;
And suddenly I wake--and am alone.
Midsummer Noon
© Robert Laurence Binyon
At her window gazes over the elms
A girl; she looks on the branching green;
But her eyes possess unfathomed realms,
Her young hand holds her dreaming chin.
Midnight
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
All dark! - no light, no ray!
Sun, moon, and stars, all gone!
Dimness of anguish! - utter void! -
Crushed, and alone!
My Portrait Gallery
© James Russell Lowell
Oft round my hall of portraiture I gaze,
By Memory reared, the artist wise and holy,
My Birthday
© Charles Lamb
A dozen years since in this house what commotion,
What bustle, what stir, and what joyful ado;
Every soul in the family at my devotion,
When into the world I came twelve years ago.
My Land.
© Arthur Henry Adams
A NEW land, like a stainless flower set
In the green foliage of the waving sea;
Or like a maiden whose fair heart is free,
Whose honest eyes with no sad tears are wet,
Murió Al Amanecer
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Noche de cuatro lunas
y un solo árbol,
con una sola sombra
y un solo pájaro.
Mesalliance
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I am troubled to-night with a curious pain;
It is not of the flesh, it is not of the brain,
Nor yet of a heart that is breaking:
But down still deeper, and out of sight
Mare Rubrum
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FLASH out a stream of blood-red wine,
For I would drink to other days,
Meet Me At Sunset
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Meet me at sunset, the hour we love best,
Ere day's last crimson blushes have died in the west;
May Night
© Jeppe Aakjaer
When wild geese honk on Walpurgis night
who thinks then of going to rest?
With dew-beaded hat you roam out of sight
through fjordland and woods newly dressed.
Maureen
© John Todhunter
O, you plant the pain in my heart with your wistful eyes,
Girl of my choice, Maureen!
Man and his Makers
© Muriel Stuart
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I am one of the wind's stories,
I am a fancy of the rain,-
A memory of the high noon's glories,
The hint the sunset had of pain.
March days return with their covert light
© Pablo Neruda
March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret,
things slip to silence one by one.
Men Of Verdun
© Robert Laurence Binyon
There are five men in the moonlight
That by their shadows stand;
Three hobble humped on crutches,
And two lack each a hand.
