Poems begining by M
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Morgans Curse
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Followin the trail on the old treasure map,
I came to the spot that said Dig right here.
And four feet down my spade struck wood
Just where the map said a chest would appear.
Merry Stories And Funny Pictures
© Heinrich Hoffmann
When the children have been good,
That is, be it understood,
Good at meal-times, good at play,
Good all night and good all day
They shall have the pretty things
Merry Christmas always brings.
My Fore-Elders
© William Barnes
When from the child, that still is led
By hand, a father's hand is gone, ---
Malham Cove
© Robert Laurence Binyon
There is threat in the wind, and a murmur
of water that swells
Swift in the hollow: about me
a shadow is thrown;
Moravian Hymn
© John Wesley
O draw me, Father, after thee,
So shall I run and never tire:
With gracious words still comfort me;
Be thou my hope, my sole desire:
Free me from every weight; nor fear
Nor sin can come, if thou art here.
My Grief On The Sea
© Douglas Hyde
MY grief on the sea,
How the waves of it roll!
For they heave between me
And the love of my soul!
Movement of Bodies
© Henry Reed
Those of you that have got through the rest, I am going to rapidly
Devote a little time to showing you, those that can master it,
A few ideas about tactics, which must not be confused
With what we call strategy. Tactics is merely
The mechanical movement of bodies, and that is what we mean by it.
Or perhaps I should say: by them.
My Nannie, O
© Robert Burns
Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows,
'Mang moors an' mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has clos'd,
And I'll awa to Nannie, O.
Merry
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
No one's hangin' stockin's up,
No one's bakin' pie,
No one's lookin' up to see
A new star in the sky.
Marjorie
© Edgar Albert Guest
The house is as it was when she was here;
There's nothing changed at all about the place;
Morton
© James Whitcomb Riley
The warm pulse of the nation has grown chill;
The muffled heart of Freedom, like a knell,
Throbs solemnly for one whose earthly will
Wrought every mission well.
Matin
© Charles Cros
Voici le matin bleu. Ma rose et blonde amie
Lasse d'amour, sous mes baisers, s'est endormie.
Voici le matin bleu qui vient sur l'oreiller
Eteindre les lueurs oranges du foyer.
Magni Nominnus Umbra
© Robert Fuller Murray
St. Andrews! not for ever thine shall be
Merely the shadow of a mighty name,
The remnant only of an ancient fame
Which time has crumbled, as thy rocks the sea.
Madeleine Vercheres
© William Henry Drummond
I've told you many a tale, my child, of the
old heroic days
Memorabilia
© Edgar Lee Masters
Old pioneers, how fare your souls to-day?
They seem to be
Imminent about this pastoral way,
This sunny lea,
My Soul And I
© Edgar Albert Guest
When winter shuts a fellow in and turns the lock upon his door,
There's nothing else for him to do but sit and dream his bygones o'er.
And then before an open fire he smokes his pipe, while in the blaze
He seems to see a picture show of all his happy yesterdays.
No ordinary film is that which memory throws upon the screen,
But one in which his hidden soul comes out and can be plainly seen.
