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- “Me an’ ma baby’s Langston Hughes Negro Dancer
- Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature, Walt Whitman Me Imperturbe
- Meanwhile the heinous and despiteful act John Milton Book X
- Meet County Commissioner Peter, Ring Lardner Peter Reinberg
- Men are Heaven’s piers; they evermore Robert Louis Stevenson Men Are Heaven’s Piers
- Men heard this roar of parleying starlings, saw, Edward Thomas February Afternoon
- Men of Cleveland, had a vulture Frances Ellen Watkins Harper To the Union Savers of Cleveland
- Men of the North! it is no time Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Words for the Hour
- Men sought, ambition’s thirst to slake, George MacDonald To Lady Noel Byron
- Men who ride strange wild horses Langston Hughes Tapestry
- Men with picked voices chant the names William Carlos Williams Overture to a Dance of Locomotives
- Mercedes is a jungle-lily in a death house. Langston Hughes To the Dark Mercedes of “El Palacio de Amor”
- “Mercy, thou son of David!” John Newton Bartimeus
- Merry Christmas, China, Langston Hughes Merry Christmas
- Merry, merry we well may be, George MacDonald Song of the Innocents
- Methinks I see thee, lying straight and low, George MacDonald A. M. D.
- ’Mid Balak’s magic fires John Henry Newman Heathenism
- Midnight has come and the great Christ Church Bell, W. B. Yeats All Souls’ Night
- Mightier than the sword thou art, Mary Weston Fordham The Pen
- Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away Oscar Wilde To Milton
- Mine enemies have prevailed against me, O God: Henry van Dyke Jr. The Broken Sword
- Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war William Shakespeare XLVI
- Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath stell’d William Shakespeare XXIV
- Mine eyes were swift to know thee, and my heart Robert Louis Stevenson Mine Eyes Were Swift to Know Thee
- Minutes swiftly throb and pass, Georgia Douglas Johnson Whither?
- Miserable little woman William Carlos Williams Divertimiento
- Miserly, is the best description of that poor fool William Carlos Williams Con Brio
- Misfortune sometimes is a prize, James McIntyre Wooden Leg
- Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt, T. S. Eliot Aunt Helen
- Miss Nancy Ellicott T. S. Eliot Cousin Nancy
- Mist clogs the sunshine, Matthew Arnold Consolation
- Mneme begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine, Phillis Wheatley On Recollection
- Moderate tasks and moderate leisure, Matthew Arnold The Second Best
- Moist with one drop of Thy blood, my dry soul John Donne Resurrection
- ’Mong silver hills of Nevada James McIntyre Little Hero
- Moore found the ballads of Green Isle James McIntyre Irish Poets
- More experiences and sights, stranger, than you’d think for; Walt Whitman Mirages
- Mortal! if e’er thy spirits faint, John Henry Newman Penance
- Moses, the patriot fierce, became John Henry Newman Moses
- Most housewives think this guy is charming Ring Lardner Geo. B. Caldwell
- Most stars will acknowledge real quick Ring Lardner Richard Carle
- Mother and sire, to you do I commend Robert Louis Stevenson Here Lies Erotion
- Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Henry van Dyke Jr. Mother Earth
- Mother of flames, William Carlos Williams Crude Lament
- Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! John Keats Fragment of an Ode to Maia
- Mother, I leave thee—thou hast been, Sarah Louisa Forten Purvis The Slave Girl’s Farewell
- Mother, shed no mournful tears, James Weldon Johnson The Young Warrior
- Mother, the root of this little yellow flower Edward Thomas The Child on the Cliffs
- Motley I count the only wear Robert Louis Stevenson A Valentine’s Song
- Mourn here for one Bruner, called Elwood. Ambrose Bierce XLIII
- Move him into the sun— Wilfred Owen Futility
- Mr. Kessler, you know, was in the army, Edgar Lee Masters Mrs. Kessler
- Mrs. Frona Eunice Wait, Ambrose Bierce A Competitor
- Mrs. Mehitable Marcia Moore Ambrose Bierce A Bubble
- Much did I rage when young, W. B. Yeats Youth and Age
- Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, John Keats On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer
- Munhall, to have my soul you bravely try, Ambrose Bierce A Cheating Preacher
- Murmuring, ’twixt a murmur and moan, George MacDonald Summer Song
- Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? William Shakespeare VIII
- Must I convey at last the news to thee? Ameen Rihani Gone with the Swallows
- Must you, Carnegie, evermore explain Ambrose Bierce An Imposter
- Mute-lipped— Georgia Douglas Johnson Le Soir
- My arms have mutinied against me—brutes! Wilfred Owen Wild with All Regrets
- My baby has a garden, Ring Lardner My Baby’s Garden
- “My barns are full, my stores increase, John Newton The Worldling
- My bed is like a little boat; Robert Louis Stevenson My Bed Is a Boat
- My body is opaque to the soul. Jean Toomer Prayer
- My body which my dungeon is, Robert Louis Stevenson My Body Which My Dungeon Is
- My city’s fit and noble name resumed, Walt Whitman Mannahatta
- My country, ’tis of thee, Ambrose Bierce A Rational Anthem
- My days all are wasted in vainly Ambrose Bierce Desperation
- My dear friend Gunn, James McIntyre Lines on Gunn
- My dear, my dear, I know W. B. Yeats To a Young Girl
- My dove, my beautiful one, James Joyce My Dove, My Beautiful One
- My far cry, though no one should echo— Ameen Rihani Ever to Be
- My father who owned the wagon-shop Edgar Lee Masters Percy Bysshe Shelley
- My father! unto thee to whom I owe Philip James Bailey Dedication
- My Father’s hope! my childhood’s dream! John Henry Newman The Death of Moses
- My first gift and my last, to you Robert Louis Stevenson Dedication
- My former hopes are fled, William Cowper The Shining Light
- My fortune and my choice this custom break, John Donne Omnibus
- My friends we sing Canadian themes, James McIntyre Prologue to South Ontario Sketches
- My future will not copy fair my past— Elizabeth Barrett Browning XLII
- My gift would find thee fast asleep, George MacDonald A Gift
- My glass shall not persuade me I am old, William Shakespeare XXII
- My God, how perfect are thy ways! William Cowper Jehovah Our Righteousness
- My God, till I received thy stroke, William Cowper Ephraim Repenting
- My harp untuned, and laid aside, John Newton Hoping for a Revival
- My heart ’s the field I sow for thee, Ameen Rihani A Sufi Song
- My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains John Keats Ode to a Nightingale
- My heart is but a tomb, where vain and cold David Park Barnitz Sepulture
- My heart is full of inarticulate pain, George MacDonald Longing
- My heart is pregnant with a great despair Georgia Douglas Johnson Moods
- My heart, when first the blackbird sings, Robert Louis Stevenson My Heart, When First the Blackbird Sings
- My home is now a thousand miles away; John Henry Newman Memory
- My home is so glad, my heart is so light, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Wanderer’s Return
- My horse’s feet beside the lake, Matthew Arnold A Farewell
- “My house,” I say. But hark to the sunny doves Robert Louis Stevenson “My House,” I Say. But Hark to the Sunny Doves
- My joy leaps with your ecstasy, Georgia Douglas Johnson Sympathy
- My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! Elizabeth Barrett Browning XXVIII
Alphabetical, keeping any leading “A” or “The”.