Poems begining by M
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My Other Chinee Cook
© James Brunton Stephens
Yes, I got another Johnny; but he was to Number One
As a Satyr to Hyperion, as a rushlight to a sun;
He was lazy, he was cheeky, he was dirty he was sly,
But he had a single virtue, and its name was rabbit pie.
Marguerite de Roberval
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
Ah, my dear!
I saw you die, and could not help or save
Knowing myself to be the awful care
That weighed thee to thy grave!
My Lost Youth. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Mondnacht (Moonlit Night)
© Joseph Freiherr Von Eichendorff
Es war, als hätt der Himmel
Die Erde still geküßt,
Daß sie im Blütenschimmer
Von ihm nun träumen müßt.
Mr. Pope
© Allen Tate
When Alexander Pope strolled in the city
Strict was the glint of pearl and ''old sedans.
Ladies leaned out more out of fear than pity
For Pope's tight back was rather a goat's than man's
Man's Civil War
© Robert Southwell
MY hovering thoughts would fly to heaven
And quiet nestle in the sky,
Fain would my ship in Virtue's shore
Without remove at anchor lie.
My Baby Has A Father And A Mother
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
My baby has a father and a mother,
Rich little baby!
Fatherless, motherless, I know another
Forlorn as may be:
Poor little baby!
Moonlight On The Door
© William Barnes
A-swaÿèn slow, the poplar's head,
Above the slopèn thatch did ply,
Martin Lightfoot's Song
© Charles Kingsley
Come hearken, hearken, gentles all,
Come hearken unto me,
And I'll sing you a song of a Wood-Lyon
Came swimming out over the sea.
Mexican Quarter
© John Gould Fletcher
By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks,
And street-lamps askew, half-sputtering,
Mortals! Around Your Destined Heads
© William Cowper
Mortals! around your destined heads
Thick fly the shafts of death,
And lo! the savage spoiler spreads
A thousand toils beneath.
Men In Green
© David Campbell
Oh, there were fifteen men in green,
Each with a tommy-gun,
Who leapt into my plane at dawn;
We rose to meet the sun.
"My mission in the world"
© Lesbia Harford
My mission in the world
Is to prolong
Rapture by turning it
Into a song.
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part V.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--
"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold
Maiden May
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Maiden May sat in her bower,
In her blush rose bower in flower,
Sweet of scent;
Sat and dreamed away an hour,
Half content, half uncontent.
