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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold				The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago — And now she turns Her perfect Face Upon the World below — Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde — Her Cheek — a Beryl hewn — Her Eye unto the Summer...
The Morning after Woe —			English	The Morning after Woe — 'Tis frequently the Way — Surpasses all that rose before — For utter Jubilee — As Nature did not care — And piled her Blossoms on — And further to parade a Joy Her...
The Morning-Glory	Maria White Lowell		English	We wreathed about our darling’s head The morning-glory bright; Her little face looked out beneath, So full of life and light, So lit as with a sunrise, That we could only say, “She is the morning-glory true, And her poor types are...
The Morning-Glory	Maria		English	We wreathed about our darling’s head The morning-glory bright; Her little face looked out beneath So full of life and light, So lit as with a sunrise, That we could only say, “She is the morning-glory true, And her poor types are...
The morns are meeker than they were —			English	The morns are meeker than they were — The nuts are getting brown — The berry's cheek is plumper — The Rose is out of town. The Maple wears a gayer scarf — The field a scarlet gown — Lest I should be...
The Moss Rose	Friedrich Adolf Krummacher	1787	English	Anonymous translation from the German THE ANGEL of the flowers, one day, Beneath a rose-tree sleeping lay,— That spirit to whose charge ’t is given To bathe young buds in dews of heaven. Awaking from his light repose, The angel whispered to the...
The Moss supplicateth for the Poet	Richard Henry Dana		English	Though i am humble, slight me not, But love me for the Poet’s sake; Forget me not till he ’s forgot, For care or slight with him I take. For oft he passed the blossoms by And turned to me with kindly look; Left flaunting flowers and open...
The most important population			English	The most important population Unnoticed dwell, They have a heaven each instant Not any hell. Their names, unless you know them, 'Twere useless tell. Of bumble-bees and other nations The...
The most pathetic thing I do			English	The most pathetic thing I do Is play I hear from you — I make believe until my Heart Almost believes it too But when I break it with the news You knew it was not true I wish I had not broken it — ...
The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met			English	The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met Embarked upon a twig today And till Dominion set I famish to behold so eminent a sight And sang for nothing scrutable But intimate Delight. Retired, and resumed...
The Mother Who Died Too	Edith Matilda Thomas		English	She was so little—little in her grave, The wide earth all around so hard and cold— She was so little! therefore did I crave My arms might still her tender form enfold. She was so little, and her cry so weak When she among the heavenly children came—...
The Mother's Song	Virginia Woodward Cloud		English	All day and all day, as I sit at my measureless turning, They come and they go,— The little ones down on the rocks,—and the sunlight is burning On vineyards below; All day and all day, as I sit at my stone and am ceaselessly grinding, The...
The Mother’s Hope	Laman Blanchard		English	Is there, when the winds are singing In the happy summer-time,— When the raptured air is ringing With Earth’s music heavenward springing, Forest chirp, and village chime,— Is there, of the sounds that float Unsighingly, a single note ...
The Mother’s Sacrifice	Seba Smith		English	The Cold winds swept the mountain’s height, And pathless was the dreary wild, And mid the cheerless hours of night A mother wandered with her child: As through the drifting snow she pressed, The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder...
The Mountain (Dickinson)			English	The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His...
The Mountain Fern	Arthur Gerald Geoghegan	1830	English	Oh, the fern, the fern, the Irish hill fern, That girds our blue lakes from Lough Ine to Lough Erne, That waves on our crags like the plume of a king, And bends like a nun over clear well and spring. The fairies’ tall palm-tree, the heath-bird’s fresh nest,...
The Mountain sat upon the Plain			English	The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair — His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere — The Seasons played around his knees Like Children round a sire — Grandfather of the Days...
The Mountain to the Pine	Clarence Hawkes		English	Thou tall, majestic monarch of the wood, That standeth where no wild vines dare to creep, Men call thee old, and say that thou hast stood A century upon my rugged steep; Yet unto me thy life is but a day, When I recall the things that I have seen,—...
The Mountains stood in Haze —				The Mountains stood in Haze — The Valleys stopped below And went or waited as they liked The River and the Sky. At leisure was the Sun — His interests of Fire A little from remark withdrawn — ...
The Mountains — grow unnoticed —			English	The Mountains — grow unnoticed — Their Purple figures rise Without attempt — Exhaustion — Assistance — or Applause — In Their Eternal Faces The Sun — with just delight Looks long — and last — and...