Poems begining by M
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Macleay Street and Red Rock Lane
© Henry Lawson
MACLEAY STREET looks to Mosman,
Across the other side,
Mon Frere Camille
© William Henry Drummond
Mon frere Camille he was first class blood
W'en he come off de State las' fall,
Martha
© Robert Laurence Binyon
A woman sat, with roses red
Upon her lap before her spread,
On that high bridge whose parapet
Wide over turbulent Thames is set,
Marthy Ellen
© James Whitcomb Riley
They's nothin' in the name to strike
A feller more'n common like!
Martial, Lib. I, Epig. I.
© George Gordon Byron
'Hic est, quem legis, ille, quern requiris, Tota notus in orbe Martialis,' &c.
He unto whom thou art so partial,
Oh, reader is the well-known Martial,
Modern Greece
© Richard Monckton Milnes
As, in the legend which our childhood loved,
The destined prince was guided to the bed,
Where, many a silent year, the charmèd Maid
Lay still, as though she were not; nor could wake,
My Annual
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
How long will this harp which you once loved to hear
Cheat your lips of a smile or your eyes of a tear?
How long stir the echoes it wakened of old,
While its strings were unbroken, untarnished its gold?
Mr. Molonys Account Of The Ball
© William Makepeace Thackeray
O will ye choose to hear the news,
Bedad I cannot pass it o'er:
Midsummer Night
© Archibald Lampman
And all go slowly lingering toward the west,
As we go down forgetfully to our rest,
Weary of daytime, tired of noise and light:
Ah, it was time that thou should'st come; for we
Were sore athirst, and had great need of thee,
Thou sweet physician, balmy-blossomed night.
Men At My Fathers Funeral
© William Matthews
The ones his age who shook my hand
on their way out sent fear along
my arm like heroin. These werent
men mute about their feelings,
or whats a body language for?
Maryette Myers
© Julia A Moore
Come all you sympathizing friends, wherever you may be,
I pray you pay attention and listen unto me;
For it's of a fair young lady, she died, she went to rest,
She was called handsome Maryette, the lily of the west.
Methought I Was A Billow In The Crowd
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Methought I was a billow in the crowd
Of common men, that stream without a shore,
That ocean which at once is deaf and loud;
That I, a man, stood amid many more
Mean In Our Mean
© Robert Herrick
Though frankincense the deities require,
We must not give all to the hallow'd fire.
Such be our gifts, and such be our expense,
As for ourselves to leave some frankince
My Winter Rose
© Alfred Austin
Why did you come when the trees were bare?
Why did you come with the wintry air?
When the faint note dies in the robin's throat,
And the gables drip and the white flakes float?
Men of Superior Mind
© Confucius
Men of superior mind busy themselves first getting at the root of things; when
they succeed, the right course is open to them.
My Political Belief
© Charles Harpur
O LIBERTY, yet build thee an august
And best abode in this most virgin clime;
Monument
© Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin
I built myself a monument, eternal and miraculous,
It's higher than the Pyramids, than metal it is harder;
Swift winds and thunder cannot knock it down
The flight of time cannot demolish it.
