Age poems
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Paracelsus: Part III: Paracelsus
© Robert Browning
Paracelsus.
Heap logs and let the blaze laugh out!
The Over-Heart
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Above, below, in sky and sod,
In leaf and spar, in star and man,
Well might the wise Athenian scan
The geometric signs of God,
The measured order of His plan.
The Widow Of Crescentius : Part II.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Hast thou a scene that is not spread
With records of thy glory fled?
Malham Cove
© Robert Laurence Binyon
There is threat in the wind, and a murmur
of water that swells
Swift in the hollow: about me
a shadow is thrown;
La Cloche De Louisbourg
© Nérée Beauchemin
CETTE vieille cloche d'église
Qu'une gloire en larmes encor
Blasonne, brode et fleurdelise,
Rutile à nos yeux comme l'or.
The Bleeding Rock: Or, The Metamorphosis Of A Nymph Into Stone
© Hannah More
Too soon he heard of fair Ianthe's fame,
'Twas each enamour'd Shepherd's fav'rite theme;
Return'd the rising, and the setting sun,
The Shepherd's fav'rite theme was never done.
They prais'd her wit, her worth, her shape, her air!
And even interior beauties own'd her fair.
Bomb
© Gregory Corso
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb
Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you
Wild Europe
© Katharine Lee Bates
WILD Europe, red with Woden's dreadful dew,
On fire with Loki's hate, more savage than
Paradise Lost : Book III.
© John Milton
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn,
Or of the Eternal coeternal beam
Don Juan: Canto The Eleventh
© George Gordon Byron
When Bishop Berkeley said 'there was no matter,'
And proved it--'twas no matter what he said:
A Dedication To E.C.B.
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
He was, through boyhood's storm and shower,
My best, my nearest friend;
We wore one hat, smoked one cigar,
One standing at each end.
The Men Of Old
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WELL speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast!
Yet all unworthy of its trust thou art,
If, with dry eye, and cold, unloving heart,
Thou tread'st the solemn Pantheon of the Past,
Percy Bysshe Shelley
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
'Twixt those twin worlds,the world of Sleep, which gave
No dream to warn,the tidal world of Death,
To HisOwn Beloved Self, The Author Dedicates These Lines
© Vladimir Mayakovsky
Six.
Ponderous. The chimes of a clock.
Render unto Caesar ... render unto God...
But wheres
someone like me to dock?
Where11 I find a lair?
The Bagman's Dog: Mr. Peters's Story
© Richard Harris Barham
It was a litter, a litter of five,
Four are drown'd and one left alive,
He was thought worthy alone to survive;
And the Bagman resolved upon bringing him up,
To eat of his bread, and to drink of his cup,
He was such a dear little cock-tail'd pup.
Woone Rule
© William Barnes
An' while I zot, wi' thoughtvul mind,
Up where the lwonesome Coombs do wind,
"No Man Knoweth his Sepulchre"
© William Cullen Bryant
When he, who, from the scourge of wrong,
Aroused the Hebrew tribes to fly,
Saw the fair region, promised long,
And bowed him on the hills to die;
A Ballad Of Fair Ladies In Revolt
© George Meredith
See the sweet women, friend, that lean beneath
The ever-falling fountain of green leaves
Round the white bending stem, and like a wreath
Of our most blushful flower shine trembling through,
To teach philosophers the thirst of thieves:
Is one for me? is one for you?
