Anger poems
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Paradise Lost : Book IV.
© John Milton
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw
The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud,
The Hall Of Justice
© George Crabbe
Take, take away thy barbarous hand,
And let me to thy Master speak;
Remit awhile the harsh command,
And hear me, or my heart will break.
'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 5
© Publius Vergilius Maro
MEANTIME the Trojan cuts his watry way,
Fixd on his voyage, thro the curling sea;
A Life
© Sylvia Plath
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball,
This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear.
Here's yesterday, last year --
Palm-spear and lily distinct as flora in the vast
Windless threadwork of a tapestry.
Weather Of The Soul
© Bliss William Carman
THERE is a world of being
We range from pole to pole,
Through seasons of the spirit
And weather of the soul.
Battle Of Hastings - II
© Thomas Chatterton
OH Truth! immortal daughter of the skies,
Too lyttle known to wryters of these daies,
The Revolt Of Islam: Canto I-XII
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
There is no danger to a man, that knows
What life and death is: there's not any law
Exceeds his knowledge; neither is it lawful
That he should stoop to any other law.
-Chapman.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
HE PROTESTS, NOTWITHSTANDING, HIS LOVE
To be cast forth from the fair light of heaven
Into the outer darkness and there lie,
Through unrecorded years of agony,
Limerick: There was an Old Person of Bangor
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Bangor,
Whose face was distorted with anger!
He tore off his boots,
And subsisted on roots,
That irascible Person of Bangor.
The Deeds Of Anger
© Edgar Albert Guest
I used to lose my temper an' git mad an' tear around
An' raise my voice so wimmin folks would tremble at the sound;
I'd do things I was ashamed of when the fit of rage had passed,
An' wish I hadn't done 'em, an' regret 'em to the last;
But I've learned from sad experience how useless is regret,
For the mean things done in anger are the things you can't forget.
Tale XIV
© George Crabbe
dwell,
While he was acting (he would call it) well;
He bought as others buy, he sold as others sell;
There was no fraud, and he demanded cause
Why he was troubled when he kept the laws?"
"My laws!" said Conscience. "What," said he, "
Daphles. An Argive Story
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
But the Queen's host by skilful champions led,
Its powers meanwhile concentred to a head,
Lay, an embattled force with wary eye,
Ready to ward or strike whene'er the cry
Of coming foemen on their ears should fall,
Nigh the huge towers which guard the capital.
Shakuntala Act III
© Kalidasa
ACT III
SCENE The HERMITAGE in a Grove.
The Hermit's Pupil bearing consecrated grass.
A Mans Wooing
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
YOU said, last night, you did not think
In all the world of men
Was one true lover--true alike
In deed and word and pen;--
A Story Of Doom: Book II.
© Jean Ingelow
Now ere the sunrise, while the morning star
Hung yet behind the pine bough, woke and prayed
A Poem On The Last Day - Book I
© Edward Young
When, lo, a mighty trump, one half conceal'd
In clouds, one half to mortal eye reveal'd,
Shall pour a dreadful note; the piercing call
Shall rattle in the centre of the ball;
The' extended circuit of creation shake,
The living die with fear, the dead awake.
Tarafa
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The tent lines these of Kháula in stone--stricken Tháhmadi.
See where the fire has touched them, dyed dark as the hands of her.
'Twas here thy friends consoled thee that day with thee comforting,
cried; Not of grief, thou faint--heart! Men die not thus easily.
An Old Proverb
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
What is the value then
To all those sleeping men?
It will be all the same,
Passion and grief and blame.
This in the years to be,
My God, the tragedy!
