Poems begining by M
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Montparnasse
© Ernest Hemingway
There are never any suicides in the quarter among people one knows
No successful suicides.
Melancholy
© Paul Verlaine
I am the Empire in the last of its decline,
That sees the tall, fair-haired Barbarians pass,-the while
Composing indolent acrostics, in a style
Of gold, with languid sunshine dancing in each line.
Mid-Day
© John Kenyon
'Tis deepest Mid-day! Not a sound is heard,
Save this low insect-murmur; which yet seems
Mother Bombie
© John Lyly
O Cupid ! Monarch ouer Kings,
Wherefore hast thou feete and wings?
It is to shew how swift thou art,
When thou wound'st a tender heart:
Thy wings being clip'd, and feete held still,
Thy Bow so many could not kill.
Moonlight
© Jacques Tahureau
Then came my lady to that lonely place,
And, from her palfrey stooping, did embrace
And hang upon my neck, and kissed me over;
Wherefore the day is far less dear than night,
And sweeter is the shadow than the light,
Since night has made me such a happy lover.
"Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin"
© Madison Julius Cawein
I.
Behold! we have gathered together our battleships near and afar;
My Groom And Friend
© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin
My groom and friend came from afar.
I kiss your feet!
"My lovely pixie, my good companion"
© Lesbia Harford
My lovely pixie, my good companion,
You do not love me, bed-mate of mine,
Save as a child loves,
Careless of loving,
Marianna Alcoforando
© Sara Teasdale
But I have seen my day grow calm again.
The sun sets slowly on a peaceful world,
And sheds a quiet light across the fields.
Macaulay
© Walter Savage Landor
THE DREAMY rhymers measurd snore
Falls heavy on our ears no more;
And by long strides are left behind
The dear delights of woman-kind,
My Old Kentucky Home, Good Night!
© Stephen C. Foster
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay,
Music
© Archibald Lampman
Surely not painful ever, yet not glad,
Shall such hours be to me, but blindly sweet,
Sharp with all yearning and all fact at strife,
Dreams that shine by with unremembered feet,
And tones that like far distance make this life
Spectral and wonderful and strangely sad.
Moonrise
© Bliss William Carman
AT the end of the road through the wood
I see the great moon rise.
The fields are flooded with shine,
And my soul with surmise.
Music:To A Boy Of Four Years Old, On Hearing Him Play The Harp
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
SWEET boy! before thy lips can learn
In speech thy wishes to make known,
Are "thoughts that breathe and words that burn"
Heard in thy music's tone.
My Irish Love
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Unheeded, Dante on the cushion lay,
His golden clasps yet lock'd--no poet tells
The tale of Love with such a wizard tongue
That lovers slight dear Love himself to list.
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part I.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
O, light canoe, where dost thou glide?
Below thee gleams no silver'd tide,
But concave heaven's chiefest pride.
My Autumn Walk
© William Cullen Bryant
ON woodlands ruddy with autumn
The amber sunshine lies;
I look on the beauty round me,
And tears come into my eyes.
