Poems begining by M

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My Three Loves

© Henry Sambrooke Leigh

When Life was all a summer day,

And I was under twenty,

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My Lovely One

© John Hall Wheelock

Even as a hawk's in the large heaven's hollow
Are the great ways and gracious of your love,
No lesser heart or wearier wing may follow
In those' broad gyres where you rest and move.

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Mid-Forest Fear

© Roderic Quinn

She is standing at the gate, 
  Tall and sweet, 
And although the hour be late 
  She will greet 

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Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VIII -- Bhishma-Badha - (Fall of Bhishma)

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

All negotiations for a peaceful partition of the Kuru kingdom having
failed, both parties now prepared for a battle, perhaps the most
sanguinary that was fought on the plains of India in the ancient
times. It was a battle of nations, for all warlike races in Northern
India took a share in it.

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Manticor In Arabia

© Robert Graves

(The manticors of the montaines

Mighte feed them on thy braines.--Skelton.)

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Make-believes

© Robert Fuller Murray

When I was young and well and glad,
I used to play at being sad;
Now youth and health are fled away,
At being glad I sometimes play.

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Missing

© Anonymous

In the cool, sweet hush of a wooded nook,

  Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,

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Molony’s Lament

© William Makepeace Thackeray

O TIM, did you hear of thim Saxons,
 And read what the peepers report?
They're goan to recal the Liftinant,
 And shut up the Castle and Coort!

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My Birthday

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Beneath the moonlight and the snow
Lies dead my latest year;
The winter winds are wailing low
Its dirges in my ear.

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Moonlight

© Sara Teasdale

It will not hurt me when I am old,
A running tide where moonlight burned
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
It is the happy heart that breaks.

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Music

© Wilfred Owen

I have been gay with trivial fifes that laugh;
And songs more sweet than possible things are sweet;
And gongs, and oboes. Yet I guessed not half
Life's symphony till I had made hearts beat,
And touched Love's body into trembling cries,
And blown my love's lips into laughs and sighs.

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My Lady Nature and her Daughters

© John Henry Newman

Bird and beast of every sort
Hath its antic and its sport;
Chattering brook, and dancing gnat,
Subtle cry of evening bat,
Moss uncouth, and twigs grotesque,
These are Nature's picturesque.

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Male Phoenix Pleads With Female Phoenix

© Ssu-mu Hsiang-ju

Lady phoenix, lady phoenix: come with me and nest,
be supported, breed with me, forever be my wife,
exchange love in the usual way, our hearts harmonious:
at midnight if you follow me who will know?
Our wings together will rise, fluttering as high we fly.
If your are unmoved by my feelings, I will be miserable.

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Motto

© Langston Hughes

I play it cool
I dig all jive
That's the reason
I stay alive

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Music in an Empty House

© Hugh Sykes Davies

The house was empty and
      the people of the house
      gone many months

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Marriage Song

© Yehudah HaLevi

Fair is my dove, my loved one,
None can with her compare:
Yea, comely as Jerusalem,
Like unto Tirzah fair.

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Memory

© James Lionel Michael

As a Hen fears for her chickens, when the shadow
Of the forest-eagle’s wing comes floating over,
And the little ones are truant in the meadow,
And she, screaming, calls them under her wing’s cover;

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Miss Mary Fairfax

© Lesbia Harford

Every day Miss Mary goes her rounds,
Through the splendid house and through the grounds,
Looking if the kitchen table's white,
Seeing if the great big fire's alight,

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M. M.

© George Meredith

Who call her Mother and who calls her Wife

Look on her grave and see not Death but Life.

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Mockery

© Leon Gellert

I met my love a-weeping,

Weeping in the night-tide pale;