Poems by Patrick Kavanagh
Sonnet XXIII: Methought I Saw my Late Espoused Saint
... Rescu'd from death by force, though pale and faint ...
Paradise Lost: Book IX (1674)
... in thee, Not in themselves, all thir known vertue appeers ...
Paradise Regain'd: Book III (1671)
... With that (such power was giv'n him then) he took ...
Sonnet XVIII: On the Late Massacre in Piemont
... O'er all th' Italian fields where still doth sway ...
Paradise Lost: Book IX
... in thy sight More wise, more watchful, stronger, if need were ...
Paradise Lost: Book XI (1674)
... Labouring, two massie clods of Iron and Brass Had melted (whether found where casual fire ...
Paradise Lost: Book XII (1674)
... this act Shall bruise the head of Satan, crush his strength ...
Wet Evening in April
... And I listened to them it was a hundred years from now ...
Methought I saw my late espousèd saint
... Rescu'd from Death by force though pale and faint ...
Il Penseroso
... And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, ...
Sonnet XXII: To Cyriack Skinner
... This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask ...
Cyriack, Whose Grandsire
... Pronounced, and in his volumes taught, our laws, ...
from [Eve Describes Her Creation] from Paradise Lost, Book 4
... ring where And what I was, whence thither brought, and how ...
L'Allegro
... 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ...
Paradise Lost: Book IV
... bil earth, By shorter flight to th' east, had left him there ...
