Age poems
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A Panegyric
© Edmund Waller
While with a strong and yet a gentle hand,
You bridle faction, and our hearts command,
Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe,
Make us unite, and make us conquer too;
The Squatter of the Olden Time
© Anonymous
I'll sing to you a fine new song, made by my blessed mate,
Of a fine Australian squatter who had a fine estate,
Who swore by right pre-emptive at a sanguinary rate
That by his rams, his ewes, his lambs, Australia was made great -
Like a fine Australian squatter, one of the olden time.
Babel
© Caroline Norton
KNOW ye in ages past that tower
By human hands built strong and high?
Arch over arch, with magic power,
Rose proudly each successive hour,
To reach the happy sky.
Windsor Forest
© Alexander Pope
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,
At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,
Book Second [School-Time Continued]
© William Wordsworth
THUS far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much
Unvisited, endeavoured to retrace
Don Juan: Canto The First
© George Gordon Byron
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
The Great Hereafter
© Otway Curry
Tis sweet to think when struggling
The goal of life to win,
That just beyond the shores of time
The better days begin.
The Hermit
© Thomas Parnell
Far in a wild, unknown to public view,
From youth to age a rev'rend hermit grew;
The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell,
His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well:
Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days,
Pray'r all his bus'ness, all his pleasure praise.
Peruvian Tales: Alzira, Tale I
© Helen Maria Williams
Description of Peru, and of its Productions-Virtues of the People;
and of their Monarch, ATALIBA -His love for ALZIRA -Their Nup-
tials celebrated-Character of ZORAI , her Father-Descent of the
Genius of Peru-Prediction of the Fall of that Empire.
Mary Garvin
© John Greenleaf Whittier
But human hearts remain unchanged: the sorrow
and the sin,
The loves and hopes and fears of old, are to our
own akin;
A Peaceful Village on the Banks of the Leven - A Summer Landscape
© Michael Bruce
Fair from his hand behold the village rise,
In rural pride, 'mong intermingled trees!
A Day At Tivoli - Prologue
© John Kenyon
Yet, if All die, there are who die not All;
(So Flaccus hoped), and half escape the pall.
The Sacred Few! whom love of glory binds,
"That last infirmity of noble minds,
"To scorn delights, and live laborious days,"
Imitation Of Spenser
© John Keats
Now Morning from her orient chamber came,
And her first footsteps touch'd a verdant hill;
Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame,
Silv'ring the untainted gushes of its rill;
The Storie Of William Canynge
© Thomas Chatterton
ANENT a brooklette as I laie reclynd,
Listeynge to heare the water glyde alonge,
Red Jacket
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
COOPER, whose name is with his country's woven,
First in her files, her PIONEER of mind
A wanderer now in other climes, has proven
His love for the young land he left behind;
