Poems begining by M
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Mothers And Wives
© Edgar Albert Guest
Mothers and wives, 'tis the call to arms
That the bugler yonder prepares to sound;
My Daughter and Apple Pie
© Raymond Carver
She serves me a piece of it a few minutes
out of the oven. A little steam rises
Mountain Feast
© Ndre Mjeda
Under the axe-head
The ox's skull bursts by the stream.
(Today there will be great feasting!)
My Dream
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
What can it mean? you ask. I answer not
For meaning, but myself must echo, What?
And tell it as I saw it on the spot.
Must I remind you, Cleis,
© Sappho
Must I remind you, Cleis,
that sounds of grief
are unbecoming in
a poet's household?
Milestones
© Alice Guerin Crist
Gay balloons and coloured streamers,
Gliding figures, footsteps light,
Medallion
© Sylvia Plath
By the gate with star and moon
Worked into the peeled orange wood
The bronze snake lay in the sun
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 X. Rob Roys Grave
© William Wordsworth
Heaven gave Rob Roy a dauntless heart
And wondrous length and strength of arm:
Nor craved he more to quell his foes,
Or keep his friends from harm.
March
© Archibald Lampman
Talk before bed-time of bold deeds together,
Of thefts and fights, of hard-times and the weather,
Till sleep disarm them, to each little brain
Bringing tucked wings and many a blissful dream,
Visions of wind and sun, of field and stream,
And busy barn-yards with their scattered grain.
My Friend has fled
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
In the clear dawn, before the east was red,
Before the rose had torn her veil in two,
A nightingale through Hafiz' garden flew,
Stayed but to fill its song with tears, and fled.
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book I - Astra Darsana (The Tournament)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The scene of the Epic is the ancient kingdom of the Kurus which
flourished along the upper course of the Ganges; and the historical
fact on which the Epic is based is a great war which took place
between the Kurus and a neighbouring tribe, the Panchalas, in the
thirteenth or fourteenth century before Christ.
Macaulay's New Zealander.
© James Brunton Stephens
IT little profits that, an idle man,
On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,
Macquarie Harbour
© Rex Ingamells
Macquarie Harbour jailers lock
the sullen gates no more…..
but lash-strokes sound in every shock
of ocean on the dismal rocks
along that barren shore.
My Spectre Around Me Night and Day
© William Blake
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My spectre around me night and day
Like a wild beast guards my way;
My Emanation far within
Weeps incessantly for my sin.
Moonlight, summer moonlight
© Emily Jane Brontë
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,
Mr. William Crowes Address To Her Majesty, Turned Into Metre
© Jonathan Swift
From a town that consists of a church and a steeple,
With three or four houses, and as many people,
There went an Address in great form and good order,
Composed, as 'tis said, by Will Crowe, their Recorder.
