Poems begining by M
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Minnie and Winnie
© Alfred Tennyson
Minnie and Winnie
Slept in a shell.
Sleep, little ladies!
And they slept well.
My Little Cabane
© William Henry Drummond
I'm sittin' to-night on maleetle ca-
bane, more happier dan de king,
Mother Hubbard
© William Henry Ogilvie
The south wind was whispering low in the firs,
A pale sun was gilding the curve of the hill
Moritura
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
A song of the setting sun!
The sky in the west is red,
And the day is all but done:
While yonder up overhead,
All too soon,
There rises, so cold, the cynic moon.
Memory
© Louisa Stuart Costello
The high grass waves, with varied hues
Of wild flowers glowing 'mid the green;
The woods have caught a deeper shade,
And darkly skirt the distant scene.
My Memory's Care
© Owen Suffolk
Sing not to me a song of beauty bright,
Nor festive scenes of dazzling light;
Nor of gorgeous pageant in palace hall
Begemmed with many a coronal;
But sing to me my memory's care -
The misspent hours fled where - oh where?
Madam and The Rent Man
© Langston Hughes
The rent man knocked.
He said, Howdy-do?
I said, What
Can I do for you?
He said, You know
Your rent is due.
My Heritage
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I into life so full of love was sent
That all the shadows which fall on the way
Of every human being could not stay,
But fled before the light my spirit lent.
Mon Visage Est Fletri
© André Marie de Chénier
Mon visage est flétri des regards du soleil.
Mon pied blanc sous la ronce est devenu vermeil.
Mathematics
© Arthur Clement Hilton
"Practice makes perfect," so they say.
It may be true. The fact is
That I unhappily am not
Yet perfect in my Practice.
My Theme
© George Meredith
Of me and of my theme think what thou wilt:
The song of gladness one straight bolt can check.
Marie Louise
© William Henry Drummond
Dis was de story of boy an' girl
Dat 's love each oder above de worl'
But it 's not easy job for mak' l'amour
W'en de girl she 's riche an' de boy he 's poor
All de sam' he don't worry an' she don't cry,
But wait for good chances come bimedy.
March Of The Monks Of Bangor
© Sir Walter Scott
When the heathen trumpet's clang
Round beleaguer'd Chester rang,
Margrave
© Robinson Jeffers
But who is our judge? It is likely the enormous
Beauty of the world requires for completion our ghostly increment,
It has to dream, and dream badly, a moment of its night.
Marguerite
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
She was a child of gentlest air,
Of deep-dark eyes, but golden hair,
And, ah! I loved her unaware,
Marguerite!
Man Stands in Need of Man
© Theocritus
For Heaven's eternal wisdom has decreed
That man of man should ever stand in need.
Metamorphoses: Book The Eighth
© Ovid
The End of the Eighth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
