![[Poetry X Logo]](http://poetryx.com/images/poetryXLogo.gif)
First Lines beginning with:
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
| View All
- Mæcenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade, by Phillis Wheatley
- M’introduire dans ton histoire by Stéphane Mallarmé
- Márgarét, are you gríeving by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- Mère des jeux latins et des voluptés grecques, by Charles Baudelaire
- Ma pauvre muse, hélas! qu’as-tu donc ce matin? by Charles Baudelaire
- Ma petite folle bien-aimée me donnait à dîner, et par la fenêtre by Charles Baudelaire
- Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn’t get ’em clean by Robert Service
- Ma’oz tzur yeshu’ati by Anonymous
- Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw— by T. S. Eliot
- Maceo dead! a thrill of sorrow by Frances E. W. Harper
- Mad fools! To think that men can be by Arthur Weir
- Mad Maria in the Square by Robert Service
- Madam Life’s a piece in bloom by William Ernest Henley
- Madam Life’s a piece in bloom by William Ernest Henley
- Madam! when sorrowing o’er the virtuous dead, by Thomas Gent
- Maiden May sat in her bower, by Christina Rossetti
- Maiden! wrap thy mantle round thee, by Henry Kirk White
- Maidens, gather not the yew, by Dorothy Parker
- Majority of twenty-three, by Robert Service
- Make haste! There is but one more turning! by John L. Stoddard
- Make me a picture of the sun— by Emily Dickinson
- Make me over, mother April, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey
- Make me, O Lord, thy Spining Wheele compleate. by Edward Taylor
- Make merry, comrades, eat and drink by Adam Lindsay Gordon
- Make not of thy heart a casket, by George MacDonald
- Make the most of this life; where the shadow reposes by Freeman E. Miller
- Make us, O God! in whom we breathe, and move, by William Hayley
- Making his advances by D. H. Lawrence
- Malheur à la malheureuse Tamise by T. S. Eliot
- Mama never forgets her birds, by Emily Dickinson
- Mama’s face by Lola Ridge
- Mamie beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana by Carl Sandburg
- Mammy’s in de kitchen, an’ de do’ is shet; by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Mamua, when our laughter ends, by Rupert Brooke
- Man has explored all countries and all lands, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- Man is a creature of a thousand whims; by Hanford Lennox Gordon
- Man looking into the sea, by Marianne Moore
- Man rising to the doom that shall not err,— by Christina Rossetti
- Man was made of social earth, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
- Man. Sweetest Saviour, if my soul by George Herbert
- Man. In a cleft that’s christened Alt by William Butler Yeats
- Manuel, I do not shed a tear, by Matilda Betham
- Many a beauteous flower doth spring by Eugene Field
- Many a flower hath perfume for its dower, by Christina Rossetti
- Many a green isle needs must be by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Many a phrase has the English language— by Emily Dickinson
- Many ages ago, near the high Hartz, there dwelt by George W. Sands
- Many are praised, and some are fair, by Emily Lawless
- Many birds and the beating of wings by Carl Sandburg
- Many cross the Rhine by Emily Dickinson
- Many have Earth’s lovers been, by G. K. Chesterton
- Many have sung of love a root of bane: by Christina Rossetti
- Many ingenious lovely things are gone by William Butler Yeats
- Many roses in the wind by D. H. Lawrence
- Many the wonders I this day have seen: by John Keats
- Many there be, who, through the vale of life, by Henry Kirk White
- Many things perplex me and leave me troubled, by Conrad Aiken
- Many years have I still to burn, detained by D. H. Lawrence
- Many’s the time I’ve found your face by E. (Edith) Nesbit
- Many, many welcomes, by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- Marble fragment, freed at last by John L. Stoddard
- March is slain; the keen winds fly; by Archibald Lampman
- March is the Month of Expectation. by Emily Dickinson
- Margaret! my Cousin!—nay, you must not smile; by Robert Southey
- Marie Hamilton ’s to the kirk gane, by Anonymous
- Marie Hamilton’s to the kirk gane, by Andrew Lang
- Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips, by Robert Service
- Marie, as if upon the brink by Matilda Betham
- MARION! why that pensive brow? by George Gordon Lord Byron
- Mark but this flea, and mark in this, by John Donne
- Mark how the Lark and Linnet Sing, by John Dryden
- Mark the day white, on which the Fates have smiled: by Ernest Dowson
- Mark where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like, by George Meredith
- Marlboro’ and Waterloo and Trafalgar, by John Freeman
- Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she by John Donne
- Martial, the things that do attain by Henry Howard
- Marvel of marvels, if I myself shall behold by Christina Rossetti
- Mary and I were twenty-two by Robert Service
- Mary had a little frog by Ellis Parker Butler
- Mary of Magdala came to bed; by E. (Edith) Nesbit
- Mary Pickford, doll divine, by Vachel Lindsay
- Mary sans trop d’ardeur à la fois enflammant by Stéphane Mallarmé
- Mary sat in the corner dreaming, by Sara Teasdale
- Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table by Robert Frost
- Mary! I want a lyre with other strings, by William Cowper
- Mary, art thou the little maid by James Elroy Flecker
- Mary, the moon is sleeping on thy grave, by Henry Kirk White
- Mary, to thee the heart was given by George MacDonald
- Mastah drink his ol’ Made’a, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Master and Sage, greetings and health to thee, by Emma Lazarus
- Master of the murmuring courts by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- Master so early of the various lyre by Henry Kirk White
- Masters in this hall by William Morris
- Matron! the children of whose love, by William Cullen Bryant
- Maud Muller all that summer day by Bret Harte
- Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree. by Edgar Lee Masters
- Max Breuck unclasped his broadcloth cloak, and sat. by Amy Lowell
- Max Breuck was honour’s soul, he knew himself by Amy Lowell
- Max laid his hand upon the old man’s arm, by Amy Lowell
- Max mended an old goosequill by the fire, by Amy Lowell
