Poems begining by M
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Maternal Hope
© Thomas Campbell
Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps,
Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps:
More Lifewent outwhen He went
© Emily Dickinson
More Lifewent outwhen He went
Than Ordinary Breath
Lit with a finer Phosphor
Requiring in the Quench
Man and Dog
© Edward Thomas
''Twill take some getting.' 'Sir, I think 'twill so.'
The old man stared up at the mistletoe
"Mercy, my lady! One thing I ask you,"
© Thibaut de Champagne
Thibaut, if Love is making you suffer,
For me, dont regret it, if I love ever,
Mine is a heart that will fail you never.
Mesmerism
© Ezra Pound
Aye you're a man that ! ye old mesmerizer
Tyin' your meanin' in seventy swadelin's,
One must of needs be a hang'd early riser
To catch you at worm turning. Holy Odd's body-kins!
May
© Hilaire Belloc
How often, bosomed in the breathing strong
Of mosses and young flowerets, have I lain
And watched the clouds, and caught the sheltered song -
Which it were more than life to hear again -
Of those small birds that pipe it all day long
Not far from Marly by the memoried Seine.
Me Despierta Una Alondra
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
¡Gracias porque en el trino
de la alondra, me llega,
por primer don del día, este don femenino!
My Friend, Come In These Rains -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
On this misty overclouded rainy day
Evading all
Mark The Concentrated Hazels That Enclose
© William Wordsworth
MARK the concentred hazels that enclose
Yon old grey Stone, protected from the ray
Of noontide suns:--and even the beams that play
And glance, while wantonly the rough wind blows,
Mary Leslie
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Here by the bivouac fire, above
These fields of savage play,
I'll lift my love to meet thy love
Twa thousand miles away,
My Queen of Dreams
© Philip Joseph Holdsworth
In the warm flushed heart of the rose-red west,
When the great sun quivered and died to-day,
Men in the Rough
© Arthur Chapman
Men in the rough--on the trails all new-broken--
Those are the friends we remember with tears;
Few are the words that such comrades have spoken--
Deeds are their tributes that last through the years.
Merlin And Vivien
© Alfred Tennyson
A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
And in the wild woods of Broceliande,
Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old
It looked a tower of ivied masonwork,
At Merlin's feet the wily Vivien lay.
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Sonnet Composed At ---- Castle
© William Wordsworth
DEGENERATE Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord!
Whom mere despite of heart could so far please,
And love of havoc, (for with such disease
Fame taxes him,) that he could send forth word
"My Heart Is Sick With Longing"
© Thomas Hood
My heart is sick with longing, tho' I feed
On hope; Time goes with such a heavy pace
That neither brings nor takes from thy embrace,
As if he sleptforgetting his old speed:
Mitigations
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
But about dusk in the rooms opposite
I see lamps lighted, and upon the blind
A shadow passes all the evening through.
It is the gaoler's daughter fair and kind
And full of pity (so I image it)
Till the stars rise, and night begins anew.
May 26, 1828
© Alexander Pushkin
Gift haphazard, unavailing,
Life, why were thou given me?
Why art thou to death unfailing
Sentenced by dark destiny?
