Poems begining by M

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Marjorie’s Almanac

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Apples in the orchard
 Mellowing one by one;
Strawberries upturning
 Soft cheeks to the sun;

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Major Bellenden's Song

© Sir Walter Scott

And what though winter will pinch severe
Through locks of grey and a cloak that's old?
Yet keep up thy heart, bold cavalier,
For a cup of sack shall fence the cold.

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Meaple Leaves Be Yellow

© William Barnes

Come, let's stroll down so vur's the poun',

  Avore the sparklèn zun is down:

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Mrs. Judge Jenkins

© Francis Bret Harte

(BEING THE ONLY GENUINE SEQUEL TO "MAUD MULLER"

Maud Muller all that summer day

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Memorials On The Slain At Chickamauga

© Herman Melville

Happy are they and charmed in life

  Who through long wars arrive unscarred

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Mist And Frost

© Duncan Campbell Scott

Veil-like and beautiful
Gathered the dutiful
  Mist in the night,
True to the messaging,
Dreamful and presaging
  Vapour and light.

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Minnie's Departure

© Julia A Moore


Dearest Minnie, she has left us,
 In this world of grief and woe,
But 'tis God that has bereft us,
 He called her little soul to go.

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Mart. Lib. I. Epi. 14.

© Richard Lovelace

Casta suo gladium cum traderet Arria Paeto,
  Quem de visceribus traxerat ipsa suis;
Si qua fides, vulnus quod feci non dolet, inquit:
  Sed quod tu facies, hoc mihi, Paete, dolet.

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Marathon

© Richard Monckton Milnes

I could believe that under such a sky,
Thus grave, thus streaked with thunderlight, of yore,
The small Athenian troop rushed onward, more
As Bacchanals, than men about to die.

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My Nora

© William Makepeace Thackeray

Beneath the gold acacia buds
My gentle Nora sits and broods,
Far, far away in Boston woods
 My gentle Nora!

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Man's Devotion

© James Whitcomb Riley

A lover said, "O Maiden, love me well,
For I must go away:
And should ANOTHER ever come to tell
Of love--What WILL you say?"

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Marching To Germany

© Jessie Pope

SWING along together, lads ; we'll have a little song,
Kits won't be so heavy and the way won't be so long.
We're goin' to cook " the Sossiges," to cook 'em hot and strong
While we go marching to Germany.

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My Way

© Anna Akhmatova

One goes in straightforward ways,
One in a circle roams:
Waits for a girl of his gone days,
Or for returning home.

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My Comforter

© Emily Jane Brontë

Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught
 A feeling strange or new;
Thou hast but roused a latent thought,
A cloud-closed beam of sunshine, brought
 To gleam in open view.

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Modern Talk

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

And then a guy gets grabbed by an army recruiter
He says we're gonna put you in the khaki suiter
So do not cry and don't you lie but take this test to qualify
The guys says blblblblblbl huhuh till then
And he's right back out on the street again

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Mary Rivers

© Henry Kendall

Path beside the silver waters, flashing in October’s sun—

Walk, by green and golden margins where the sister streamlets run—

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My Mate Bill

© Anonymous

That's his saddle on the tie-beam,
 And them's his spurs up there
On the wall-plate over yonder -
 You ken see they ain't a pair.

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May Asda (From The Danish Of Oehlenslaeger)

© George Borrow

May Asda is gone to the merry green wood;
Like flax was each tress on her temples that stood;
Her cheek like the rose-leaf that perfumes the air;
Her form, like the lily-stalk, graceful and fair:

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Modern Love

© George Meredith

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By this he knew she wept with waking eyes:

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My Highland Lassie, O

© Robert Burns

Oh, were yon hills and valleys mine,
Yon palace and yon gardens fine!
The world then the love should know
I bear my Highland Lassie, O.
  Within the glen…