Poems begining by M
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Morning Song
© Sara Teasdale
A DIAMOND of a morning
Waked me an hour too soon;
Dawn had taken in the stars
And left the faint white moon.
My Mother
© Francis Ledwidge
God made my mother on an April day,
From sorrow and the mist along the sea,
Lost birds' and wanderers' songs and ocean spray,
And the moon loved her wandering jealously.
Music And Sweet Poetry
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
How sweet it is to sit and read the tales
Of mighty poets and to hear the while
Sweet music, which when the attention fails
Fills the dim pause--
Memory
© Edgar Albert Guest
I stood and watched him playing,
A little lad of three,
And back to me came straying
The years that used to be;
In him the boy was Maying
Who once belonged to me.
Multitudes Turn In Darkness
© Conrad Aiken
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music
Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence,
The stars wheel out, the night grows deep.
Darkness settles upon us; a Vague refrain
Drowsily teases at the drowsy brain.
In numberless rooms we stretch ourselves and sleep.
Meeting In The Woods
© Madison Julius Cawein
Through ferns and moss the path wound to
A hollow where the touchmenots
Swung horns of honey filled with dew;
And where--like foot-prints--violets blue
And bluets made sweet sapphire blots,
'Twas there that she had passed he knew.
My Heart
© George MacDonald
Night, with her power to silence day,
Filled up my lonely room,
Quenching all sounds but one that lay
Beyond her passing doom,
Where in his shed a workman gay
Went on despite the gloom.
Me And The Mule
© Langston Hughes
My old mule,
He's gota grin on his face.
He's been a mule so long
He's forgotten about his race.
Making The House A Home
© Edgar Albert Guest
Here's our story, page by page,
Happy youth and middle-age,
My Hunting Song
© Charles Kingsley
Forward! Hark forward's the cry!
One more fence and we're out on the open,
May Janet
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
STAND UP, stand up, thou May Janet,
And go to the wars with me.
Hes drawn her by both hands
With her face against the sea.
Monument At Lucerne
© John Kenyon
TO THE SWISS GUARD MASSACRED AT THE ASSAULT ON THE TUILERIES, A.D. 1792
Moving Through The Dew
© Alfred Noyes
I
Moving through the dew, moving through the dew,
Ere I waken in the cityLife, thy dawn makes all things new!
And up a fir-clad glen, far from all the haunts of men,
Up a glen among the mountains, oh my feet are wings again!
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VI - Go-Harana - (Cattle-Lifting)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The conditions of the banishment of the sons of Pandu were hard. They
must pass twelve years in exile, and then they must remain a year in
concealment. If they were discovered within this last year, they must
go into exile for another twelve years.
More Poets Yet!
© Henry Austin Dobson
"More Poets yet!"-I hear him say,
Arming his heavy hand to slay;-
"Despite my skill and 'swashing blow,"
They seem to sprout where'er I go;-
I killed a host but yesterday!"
My Ladys Lamantation And Complaint Against The Dean
© Jonathan Swift
Sure never did man see
A wretch like poor Nancy,
So teazed day and night
By a Dean and a Knight.
My Soulaccused meAnd I quailed
© Emily Dickinson
My Soulaccused meAnd I quailed
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused meand I smiled
My Soulthat Morningwas My friend
Modern Beauty
© Arthur Symons
I am the torch, she saith, and what to me
If the moth die of me? I am the flame
Of Beauty, and I burn that all may see
Beauty, and I have neither joy nor shame.
But live with that clear light of perfect fire
Which is to men the death of their desire.
