Poems begining by M
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Monumental Inscription To William Northcot
© William Cowper
Care, vale! Sed non æternum, care, valeto!
Namque iterum tecum, sim modo dignus, ero
Tum nihil amplexus poterit divellere nostros,
Nec tu marcesces, nec lacrymabor ego.
Mi Hermana With Translation
© Alfonsina Storni
Son las diez de la noche; en el cuarto en penumbra,
Mi hermana está dormida, las manos sobre el pecho;
Es muy blanca su cara y es muy blanco su lecho,
Como si comprendiera, la luz casi no alumbra.
Musings
© Madison Julius Cawein
All who have toiled for Art, who've won or lost,
Sat equal priests at her high Pentecost;
Only the chrism and sacrament of flame,
Anointing all, inspired not all the same.
Mine is the Lifter of Mountains
© Mirabai
Mine is the lifter of mountains, the
cowherd, and none other.
Madam and the Census Man
© Langston Hughes
The census man,
The day he came round,
Wanted my name
To put it down.
Mongrel Heart by David Baker: American Life in Poetry #44 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Unlike the calculated expressions of feeling common to its human masters, there is nothing disingenuous about the way a dog praises, celebrates, frets or mourns. In this poem David Baker gives us just such an endearing mutt.
Mongrel Heart
Up the dog bounds to the window, baying
� � � � � � like a basset his doleful, tearing sounds
� � � � � � � � � � � � from the belly, as if mourning a dead king,
Mid Atlantic
© Robert Laurence Binyon
If this were all!--A dream of dread
Ran through me; I watched the waves that fled
Pale--crested out of hollows black,
The hungry lift of helpless waves,
Maritime Poem
© Nizar Qabbani
In the blue harbor of your eyes
Blow rains of melodious lights,
Dizzy suns and sails
Painting their voyage to endlessness.
Minstrel's Book - The Four Favours
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THAT Arabs through the realms of space
May wander on, light-hearted,
Marguerite
© John Greenleaf Whittier
What to her was the song of the robin, or warm
morning light,
As she lay in the trance of the dying, heedless of
sound or sight?
Manfred: A Dramatic Poem. Act II.
© George Gordon Byron
CHAMOIS HUNTER
No, no -- yet pause -- thou must not yet go forth:
Thy mind and body are alike unfit
To trust each other, for some hours, at least;
When thou art better, I will be thy guide--
But whither?
Midnight
© Thomas Hood
Unfathomable Night! how dost thou sweep
Over the flooded earth, and darkly hide
The mighty city under thy full tide;
Making a silent palace for old Sleep,
Monody On Henry Headley
© William Lisle Bowles
To every gentle Muse in vain allied,
In youth's full early morning HEADLEY died!
May Wind
© Sara Teasdale
I said, "I have shut my heart
As one shuts an open door,
That Love may starve therein
And trouble me no more."
Miserie
© George Herbert
Lord, let the Angels praise thy name.
Man is a foolish thing, a foolish thing,
Folly and Sinne play all his game.
His house still burns; and yet he still doth sing,
Man is but grasse,
He knows it, fill the glasse.
My Birds That Fly No Longer
© Adelaide Crapsey
Have yet forgot, sweet birds,
How near the heaven's lie?
Mute Discourse.
© James Brunton Stephens
GOD speaks by silence. Voice-dividing man,
Who cannot triumph but he saith, Aha
Mystic and Cavalier
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
GO from me: I am one of those who fall.
What! hath no cold wind swept your heart at all,
