Poems begining by M
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McBreens Heifer
© William Percy French
Now there's no denyin' Kitty was remarkably pretty,
Tho' I can't say the same for Jane,
But still there's not the differ of the price of a heifer,
Between the pretty and the plain.
May Banners
© Arthur Rimbaud
In the bright lime-tree branches
Dies a fainting mort. But lively song
Flutters among the currant bushes.
So that our bloods may laugh in our veins,
See the vines tangling themselves.
Moloch In State Street
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE moon has set: while yet the dawn
Breaks cold and gray,
Between the midnight and the morn
Bear off your prey!
Maxime Labelle
© William Henry Drummond
Victoriaw: she have beeg war, E-gyp's de nam' de place--
An' neeger peep dat's leev 'im dere, got very black de face,
An' so she's write Joseph Mercier, he's stop on Trois Rivieres--
"Please come right off, an' bring wit' you t'ree honder voyageurs.
My Father
© Charles Bukowski
was a truly amazing man
he pretended to be
rich
even though we lived on beans and mush and weenies
when we sat down to eat, he said,
"not everybody can eat like this."
My Father's Halls
© James Whitcomb Riley
My father's halls, so rich and rare,
Are desolate and bleak and bare;
My father's heart and halls are one,
Since I, their life and light, am gone.
Meeting And Parting
© Madison Julius Cawein
It's--Oh! how slow the hours go,
How dull the moments move!
Till soft and clear the bells I hear,
That say, like music, in my ear,
"Go meet the one you love."
Much in Little
© Yvor Winters
Amid the iris and the rose,
The honeysuckle and the bay,
The wild earth for a moment goes
In dust or weed another way.
Marlburyes Fate
© Benjamin Tompson
When London's fatal bills were blown abroad
And few but Specters travel'd on the road,
My Grandmother's Love Letters
© Hart Crane
There are no stars to-night
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is
In the loose girdle of soft rain.
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland,
© William Wordsworth
TOO frail to keep the lofty vow
That must have followed when his brow
Was wreathed--"The Vision" tells us how--
With holly spray,
He faltered, drifted to and fro,
And passed away.
Moral Lessons From Natural Facts
© Confucius
All true words fly, as from yon reedy marsh
The crane rings o'er the wild its screaming harsh.
Vainly you try reason in chains to keep;--
Freely it moves as fish sweeps through the deep.
Myrtis
© Walter Savage Landor
Friends, whom she lookt at blandly from her couch
And her white wrist above it, gem-bedewed,
Mnemosyne
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THOU fill'st from the winged chalice of the soul
Thy lamp, O Memory, fire-winged to its goal.
Morning Hymn
© Charles Wesley
Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph oer the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near:
Day-star, in my heart appear.
