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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Mountebanks	Charles Henry Luders		English	Over our heads the branches made A canopy of woven shade. The birds about this beechen tent Like deft attendants came and went. A shy wood-robin, fluting low, Furnished the music for the show. The cricket and the grasshopper A portion...
The Mower in Ohio	John James Piatt		English	The bees in the clover are making honey, and I am making my hay: The air is fresh, I seem to draw a young man’s breath to-day. The bees and I are alone in the grass: the air is so very still I hear the dam, so loud, that shines beyond the sullen mill. Yes, the...
The Mowers	Myron B. Benton	1854	English	The Sunburnt mowers are in the swath— Swing, swing, swing! The towering lilies loath Tremble and totter and fall; The meadow-rue Dashes its tassels of golden dew; And the keen blade sweeps o’er all— Swing...
The Murder	William Shakespeare	1584	English	From “Macbeth,” Act II. Sc. 2. SCENE in the Castle. Enter LADY MACBETH. LADY MACBETH.—That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold, What hath quenched them hath given me fire. Hark!—Peace! It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman, Which gives...
The Murmur of a Bee			English	The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft — yieldeth me — If any ask me why — 'Twere easier to die — Than tell — The Red upon the Hill Taketh away my will — If anybody sneer — Take...
The murmuring of Bees, has ceased			English	The murmuring of Bees, has ceased But murmuring of some Posterior, prophetic, Has simultaneous come. The lower metres of the Year When Nature's laugh is done The Revelations of the Book Whose...
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants —				The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants — At Evening, it is not — At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop upon a Spot As if it tarried always And yet its whole Career Is shorter than a Snake's Delay ...
The Mylora Elopement			English	By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleed, Folds his fleecy flocks that linger homewards in the setting sun Lived my hero, Jim the Ringer, "cocky" on Mylora Run....
The Mystery	Lilian Whiting		English	You gave me roses, love, last night, When the sea was blue and the skies were bright; And the earth was aglow with a golden light When you gave me roses, love, last night. Lilies I lay by your side to-day, And your face—it is colder and whiter than they...
The Mystic’s Vision	Mathilde Blind		English	Ah! I shall kill myself with dreams! These dreams that softly lap me round Through trance-like hours in which meseems That I am swallowed up and drowned; Drowned in your love, which flows o’er me As o’er the seaweed flows the sea. In...
The Mystified Quaker in New York	Anonymous		English	Respected Wife: By these few lines my whereabouts thee ’ll learn: Moreover, I impart to thee my serious concern. The language of this people is a riddle unto me; For words with them are figments of a reckless mockery. For instance, as I left the cars, a youth with...
The name — of it — is "Autumn" —			English	The name — of it — is "Autumn" — The hue — of it — is Blood — An Artery — upon the Hill — A Vein — along the Road — Great Globules — in the Alleys — And Oh, the Shower of Stain — When Winds — upset...
The Nantucket Skipper	James Thomas Fields		English	Many a long, long year ago, Nantucket skippers had a plan Of finding out, though “lying low,” How near New York their schooners ran. They greased the lead before it fell, And then by sounding through the night, Knowing the soil that stuck...
The National Paintings	Joseph Rodman Drake		English	Awake, ye forms of verse divine! Painting! descend on canvas wing,— And hover o’er my head, Design! Your son, your glorious son, I sing; At Trumbull’s name I break my sloth, To load him with poetic riches: The Titian of a table-cloth!...
The Nation’s Prayer	Crammond Kennedy		English	[1861] i. before Thy Throne we bow: O God, our shield be Thou From Treason’s rage! In faith we look to Thee, Our strength in Heav’n we see, Defender of the free, In ev’ry age. II. Our follies we confess:...
The nearest Dream recedes — unrealized —			English	The nearest Dream recedes — unrealized — The Heaven we chase, Like the June Bee — before the School Boy, Invites the Race — Stoops — to an easy Clover — Dips — evades — teases — deploys — Then — to the...
The Negro's Complaint				Forced from home and all its pleasures, Afric's coast I left forlorn; To increase a stranger's treasures, O'er the raging billows borne. Men from England bought and sold me, Paid my price in paltry gold; ...
The Nevermore	Dante Gabriel Rossetti	1848	English	Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life’s foam-fretted feet between; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen Which had Life’s form and...
The New Arrival	George Washington Cable		English	There came to port last Sunday night The queerest little craft, Without an inch of rigging on; I looked and looked—and laughed! It seemed so curious that she Should cross the Unknown water, And moor herself within my room— My...
The New Birth (Very)			English	'Tis a new life—thoughts move not as they did With slow uncertain steps across my mind, In thronging haste fast pressing on they bid The portals open to the viewless wind; That comes not, save when in the dust is laid ...