Anger poems
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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,
An Onset
© James Clerk Maxwell
Hallo ye, my fellows! arise and advance,
See the white-crested waves how they stamp and they dance!
Irelands Vengeance
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
This is thy day, thy day of all the years.
Ireland! The night of anger and mute gloom,
Where thou didst sit, has vanished with thy tears.
Thou shalt no longer weep in thy lone home
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,"
A new Idol
© Robert Laurence Binyon
But there is one more to be feared, who can
Escape the prison of his own wrath; whose will
Lives beyond life; who smiles with quiet lips;
Most terrible because most tender, Man,--
Not only uncowed but irresistible
When the cause fires him to the finger--tips.
The Good Lord Gave
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The good Lord gave, the Lord has taken from me,
Blessed be His name, His holy will be done
Fragments from 'Genius Lost'
© Charles Harpur
Prelude
I SEE the boy-bard neath lifes morning skies,
While hopes bright cohorts guess not of defeat,
And ardour lightens from his earnest eyes,
And faiths cherubic wings around his being beat.
Psalm VI.
© John Milton
Lord in thine anger do not reprehend me
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me Lord for I am much deject
Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me,
To Ellinda, That Lately I Have Not Written
© Richard Lovelace
I.
If in me anger, or disdaine
In you, or both, made me refraine
From th' noble intercourse of verse,
Sonnet III
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
When I do think my meanest line shall be
More in Time's use than my creating whole,
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 2
© Publius Vergilius Maro
ALL were attentive to the godlike man,
When from his lofty couch he thus began:
Raising The Dead
© John Kenyon
We all have heard, and marvelled as we heard,
Of seers, who have raised the Dead from out their tombs,
The Dance
© Hart Crane
Mythical brows we saw retiringloth,
Disturbed and destined, into denser green.
Greeting they sped us, on the arrows oath:
Now lie incorrigibly what years between . .
The Witch of Hebron
© Charles Harpur
Of golden lamps, showed many a treasure rare
Of Indian and Armenian workmanship
Which might have seemed a wonder of the world:
And trains of servitors of every clime,
Greeks, Persians, Indians, Ethiopians,
In richest raiment thronged the spacious halls.
The Ring And The Book - Chapter V - Count Guido Franceschini
© Robert Browning
That is a way, thou whisperest in my ear!
I doubt, I will decide, then act, said I
Then beckoned my companions: Time is come!
In Egypt
© Virna Sheard
All day the wife of Pharaoh had paced the palace hall
Or the long white pillared court that was open to the sky;
A passion of wild restlessness ensnared her in its thrall
While she fought a fear within her--a thing that would not die.
Pelleas And Ettarre
© Alfred Tennyson
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat
In hall at old Caerleon, the high doors
Were softly sundered, and through these a youth,
Pelleas, and the sweet smell of the fields
Past, and the sunshine came along with him.
Cecilia's Dream
© Carlo Goldoni
I dreamed that in a garden I reposed,
Beside a fount fed by a mountain stream
The Complaint Of A Neglected Wife
© Confucius
When the upper robe is green,
With a yellow lining seen,
There we have a certain token,
Right is wronged and order broken.
How can sorrow from my heart
In a case like this depart?
