Poems begining by M
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Mane Nobiscum Domine
© Gray John Henry
Stay with us, Lord, the day is travelled far;we meet thee at its close.Lord, at our humble table sit and share,and be, our sweet repose.
My Love’s an Arbutus
© Graves Alfred Perceval
My love's an arbutusBy the borders of Lene,So slender and shapelyIn her girdle of green;And I measure the pleasureOf her eye's sapphire sheenBy the blue skies that sparkleThrough that soft branching screen
My Dear and Only Love
© James Graham
My dear and only Love, I pray This noble world of theeBe govern'd by no other sway But purest monarchy;For if confusion have a part, Which virtuous souls abhor,And hold a synod in thy heart, I'll never love thee more
More Females of the Species
© Gilman Charlotte Anna Perkins
When the traveller in the pasture meets the he-bull in his pride,He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside;But the milch cow, thus accosted, pins the traveller to the rail
MAY. [1748] III Month.
© Benjamin Franklin
Read much; the Mind, which never can be still,If not intent on Good, is prone to Ill
Magwere, Who Waits Wondering
© Fairbridge Kingsley
INear the edge of the big swamp where cane rats live,Grew Magwere the mealie.
My Mind to me a Kingdom Is
© Sir Edward Dyer
My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I findThat it excels all other bliss Which God or nature hath assign'd.Though much I want that most would have,Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
Madrigal: My Thoughts Hold Mortal Strife
© William Drummond (of Hawthornden)
My thoughts hold mortal strife,I do detest my life,And with lamenting cries,Peace to my soul to bring,Oft calls that prince which here doth monarchize;But he, grim-grinning king,Who caitiffs scorns and doth the blest surprise, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come
Manliness
© John Donne
Thou call'st me effeminate, for I love women's joys;I call not thee manly, though thou follow boys.
Moïse
© Alfred de Vigny
Le soleil prolongeait sur la cime des tentesCes obliques rayons, ces flammes éclatantes,Ces larges traces d'or qu'il laisse dans les airs,Lorsqu'en un lit de sable il se couche aux déserts
Musophilus
© Samuel Daniel
Power above powers, O heavenly eloquence, That with the strong rein of commanding words Dost manage, guide, and master th' eminence Of men's affections more than all their swords: Shall we not offer to thy excellence The richest treasure that our wit affords? Thou that canst do much more with one poor pen Than all the powers of princes can effect, And draw, divert, dispose, and fashion menBetter than force or rigour can direct: Should we this ornament of glory then, As th' unmaterial fruits of shades, neglect?Or should we, careless, come behind the rest In power of words, that go before in worth? Whenas our accents, equal to the best, Is able greater wonders to bring forth; When all that ever hotter spirits express'd, Comes better'd by the patience of the north
Marching On
© Crosland Thomas William Hodgson
I heard the young lads singing In the still morning air,Gaily the notes came ringing Across the lilac'd square;They sang like happy children Who know not doubt or care, "As WE GO MARCHING ON."
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Part IA silver ring that he had beaten outFrom that same sacred coin--first well-priz'd wageFor boyish labour, kept thro' many years
midnight grocery shopping after watching days and days of viking week on the history channel
© Couture Dani
grocery cartswould not make good long boats:too many holes
Marching Men
© Coleman Helena Jane
Flaring bugle, throbbing drum,Onward, onward hear them come,Like a tide along the streetSwells the sound of martial feet;On the breeze their colors streaming,In the sun their rifles gleaming,Pride of country, pride of race
