Poem
My Picture by
Robert William Service.
I made a picture; all my heartI put in it, and all I knewOf canvas-cunning and of Art,Of tenderness and passion true.A worshipped Master came to see;Oh he was kind and gentle, too.He studied it ...
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Mirage by
Amy Lowell.
How is it that, being gone, you fill my days,And all the long nights are made glad by thee?No loneliness is this, nor misery,But great content that these should be the waysWhereby the Fancy, dreaming ...
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My Mate by
Robert William Service.
I've been sittin' starin', starin' at 'is muddy pair of boots, And tryin' to convince meself it's 'im.(Look out there, lad! That sniper -- 'e's a dysey when 'e shoots; ...
Poem
Mischief by
Jane Taylor.
Let those who're fond of idle tricks,Of throwing stones, and hurling bricks,And all that sort of fun,Now hear a tale of idle Jim, That warning they may take by him, Nor do as he has ...
Poem
Mengcheng Col by
Wang Wei.
New house Mengcheng entrance Old tree surplus sorrow willow Come person again for who Only sorrow former person be Who will come after, I do not know, He must feel sorrow for those in the ...
Poem
Moonlight by
Vita Sackville West.
What time the meanest brick and stoneTake on a beauty not their own,And past the flaw of builded woodShines the intention whole and good,And all the little homes of manRise to a dimmer, nobler span;When ...
Poem
Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom by
Louise Bogan.
Men loved wholly beyond wisdomHave the staff without the banner.Like a fire in a dry thicketRising within women's eyesIs the love men must return.Heart, so subtle now, and trembling,What a marvel to be wise.,To love ...
Poem
My Native Land by
Sir Walter Scott.
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,Who never to himself hath said,This is my own, my native land!Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,As home his footsteps he hath turn'dFrom wandering on a foreign ...
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Medusa by
Louise Bogan.
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees, Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved, -- a bell hung ready to strike, Sun and reflection wheeled by. When the bare eyes were before ...
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Maktoob by
Alan Seeger.
A shell surprised our post one day And killed a comrade at my side. My heart was sick to see the way He suffered as he died. I dug about the place he fell, And ...
