Poems begining by M
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My Lady The Tyranness
© Francis Thompson
Me since your fair ambition bows
Feodary to those gracious brows,
May Night
© Sara Teasdale
The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.
Mary
© George MacDonald
She sitteth at the Master's feet
In motionless employ;
Her ears, her heart, her soul complete
Drinks in the tide of joy.
March
© Hilaire Belloc
The certain course that to his strength belongs
Drives him with gathering purpose and control
Until across Vendean flats he sees
Ocean, the eldest of his enemies.
Then wheels he for him, glorying in his goal
And gives him challenge, bellowing battle songs.
Motherhood
© Mathilde Blind
Yea, shall she not rejoice, shall not her frame
Thrill with a mystic rapture! At this birth,
The soul now kindled by her vital flame
May it not prove a gift of priceless worth?
Some saviour of his kind whose starry fame
Shall bring a brightness to the darkened earth.
Mortal Poems
© Lesbia Harford
I think each year should bring
Little fresh songs
Like flowers in spring.
That they might deck the hours
Measure For Measure
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
By Or Km.
Wake! for the closed Pavilion doors have kept
Mowgli's Brothers
© Rudyard Kipling
Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free-
Middle Harbour
© John Le Gay Brereton
Lonely wonder, delight past hoping!
Sky-line broken by stirring trees,
Grey rocks hither and shoreward sloping,
Silent bracken about my knees.
Mozarts Grave
© Alfred Austin
Where lies Mozart? Tradition shows
A likely spot: so much, no more:
No words of his own time disclose
When crossed He to the Further Shore,
Though later ages, roused to shame,
On tardy tomb have carved his name.
Moments Indulgence
© Rabindranath Tagore
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Mary's Evening Sigh
© Robert Bloomfield
How bright with pearl the western sky!
How glorious far and wide,
Making an Effort
© Piet Hein
Our so-called limitations,believe,
apply to faculties we don't apply.
We don't discover what we can't achieve
until we make an effort not to try.
My Friend
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Two days ago with dancing glancing hair,
With living lips and eyes:
Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies;
So pale, yet still so fair.
My Love Annie
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
SOFT of voice and light of hand
As the fairest in the land--
Who can rightly understand
My love Annie?
