Age poems

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Pharsalia - Book I: The Crossing Of The Rubicon

© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus

First of such deeds I purpose to unfold
The causes - task immense - what drove to arms
A maddened nation, and from all the world
Struck peace away.

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Ode To Heaven

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

The [living frame which sustains my soul]
Is [sinking beneath the fierce control]
Down through the lampless deep of song
I am drawn and driven along—

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Ode

© William Wordsworth

I
IMAGINATION--ne'er before content,
But aye ascending, restless in her pride
From all that martial feats could yield

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My Three Hoboes

© Vernon Scannell



In the bullion bar of a bright hotel

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The Complaint unto Pity

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Pite, that I have sought so yore agoo


With herte soore and ful of besy peyne,

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The Phantom Fleet

© Alfred Noyes

The sunset lingered in the pale green West:
  In rosy wastes the low soft evening star
Woke; while the last white sea-mew sought for rest;
  And tawny sails came stealing o'er the bar.

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Things That Haven’t Been Done Before

© Edgar Albert Guest

The things that haven't been done before,

Those are the things to try;

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An Elective Course

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

LINES FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF A HARVARD UNDERGRADUATE

The bloom that lies on Fanny's cheek

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Masnawi

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

In the prologue to the Masnavi Rumi hailed Love and its sweet madness that heals all infirmities, and he exhorted the reader to burst the bonds to silver and gold to be free. The Beloved is all in all and is only veiled by the lover. Rumi identified the first cause of all things as God and considered all second causes subordinate to that. Human minds recognize the second causes, but only prophets perceive the action of the first cause. One story tells of a clever rabbit who warned the lion about another lion and showed the lion his own image in a well, causing him to attack it and drown. After delivering his companions from the tyrannical lion, the rabbit urges them to engage in the more difficult warfare against their own inward lusts. In a debate between trusting God and human exertion, Rumi quoted the prophet Muhammad as saying, "Trust in God, yet tie the camel's leg."8 He also mentioned the adage that the worker is the friend of God; so in trusting in providence one need not neglect to use means. Exerting oneself can be giving thanks for God's blessings; but he asked if fatalism shows gratitude.


God is hidden and has no opposite, not seen by us yet seeing us. Form is born of the formless but ultimately returns to the formless. An arrow shot by God cannot remain in the air but must return to God. Rumi reconciled God's agency with human free will and found the divine voice in the inward voice. Those in close communion with God are free, but the one who does not love is fettered by compulsion. God is the agency and first cause of our actions, but human will as the second cause finds recompense in hell or with the Friend. God is like the soul, and the world is like the body. The good and evil of bodies comes from souls. When the sanctuary of true prayer is revealed to one, it is shameful to turn back to mere formal religion. Rumi confirmed Muhammad's view that women hold dominion over the wise and men of heart; but violent fools, lacking tenderness, gentleness, and friendship, try to hold the upper hand over women, because they are swayed by their animal nature. The human qualities of love and tenderness can control the animal passions. Rumi concluded that woman is a ray of God and the Creator's self.

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Heine In Paris

© Kenneth Slessor

LATE: a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room;
The gilt lime of winter, a sun grown melancholy old,
Streams in the glass. Outside, ten thousand chimneys fume,
Looping the weather-birds with rings of gold;

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English Bards and Scotch Reviewers: A Satire

© George Gordon Byron

These are the themes that claim our plaudits now;
These are the bards to whom the muse must bow;
While Milton, Dryden, Pope, alike forgot,
Resign their hallow'd bays to Walter Scott.

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Ghosts In England

© Robinson Jeffers

At East Lulworth the dead were friendly and pitiful, I saw them

peek from their ancient earthworks on the coast hills

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The Wold Wall

© William Barnes

Here, Jeäne, we vu'st did meet below

  The leafy boughs, a-swingèn slow,

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Shakuntala Act 1

© Kalidasa


King Dushyant  in a chariot, pursuing an antelope, with a bow and quiver, attended by his Charioteer.
Suta (Charioteer). [Looking at the antelope, and then at the king]
When I cast my eye on that black antelope, and on thee, O king, with thy braced bow, I see before me, as it were, the God Mahésa chasing a hart (male deer), with his bow, named Pináca, braced in his left hand.

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The Calculation Of Life

© Jean Antoine de Baif

Thou art aged; but recount,

Since thy early life began,

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 04

© Torquato Tasso

XLVI

Three times he strove to view Heaven's golden ray,

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Uriel: (In Memory of William Vaughn Moody)

© Percy MacKaye

I

URIEL, you that in the ageless sun

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The Secretary

© Matthew Prior

While with labour assiduous due pleasure I mix,

And in one day atone for the business of six,

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Come Si Quando

© Robert Seymour Bridges

How thickly the far fields of heaven are strewn with stars !

Tho* the open eye of day shendeth them with its glare

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Vincent's Lament

© Jacques Prevert

At Arles where rolls the Rhone

In the atrocious midday light