Anger poems

Aurora Leigh: Book Fifth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  "A flower, a flower," exclaimed
My German student,-his own eyes full-blown
Bent on her. He was twenty, certainly.

Twenty-One Love Poems XIX

© Adrienne Rich

Sensuality

© Kenneth Slessor

FEELING hunger and cold, feeling
Food, feeling fire, feeling
Pity and pain, tasting
Time in a kiss, tasting

Taoist

© Kenneth Slessor

THOSE friends of Lao-Tzu, those wise old men
Dozing all day in lemon-silken robes,
With tomes of beaten jade spread knee to knee,
And pipe-stem, shining cold with silver, poised

The Pastime of Pleasure: Of dysposycyon the II. parte of rethoryke - (til line 3950)

© Stephen Hawes

Of the merualyos argument bytwene Mars and fortune. Ca. xxvij.
3018 Besyde this toure of olde foundacyon
3019 There was a temple strongly edefyed
3020 To the hygh honoure and reputacyon

Pos de chantar

© Duke of Aquintane Guilluame IX

Pos de chantar m'es pres talentz,
Farai un vers don sui dolenz:
Mais non serai obedienz,
En Peitau ni en Lemozi. Translation:

Secret Love

© Amelia Opie

Not one kind look….one friendly word!
Wilt thou in chilling silence sit;
Nor through the social hour afford
One cheering smile, or beam of wit?

The Younger Brutus

© Giacomo Leopardi

When in the Thracian dust uprooted lay,

  In ruin vast, the strength of Italy,

Angkor

© Robert Laurence Binyon

I
Out of the Forest into a terrible splendour
Of noon, the pinnacles of the temple--portals,
Stone Faces, immense in carven ruin
Above the trembling of giant trees emerge.

Sangar

© John Reed

Oh, there was joy in Heaven when Sangar came.
Sweet Mary wept, and bathed and bound his wounds,
And God the Father healed him of despair,
And Jesus gripped his hand, and laughed and laughed….

Queen Mary’s Letter To Bothwell

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Pitiful gods! Have pity on my passion.
Teach me the road how I a certain proving
Shall make to him I love of my great loving,
My faith unchanged, nor plead it in fool's fashion.

Pharsalia - Book IX: Cato

© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus

Such were the words he spake; and soon the fleet
Had dared the angry deep: but Cato's voice
While praising, calmed the youthful chieftain's rage.

Expostulation

© William Cowper

Why weeps the muse for England? What appears

In England's case to move the muse to tears?

The Coming Of Te Rauparaha.

© Arthur Henry Adams

BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping banners
From the flaming battlements of sunset
Hung suspended; and within his whare
Hipe, last of Ngatiraukawa's chieftains,

On Queen Anne's Peace, Anno 1713

© Thomas Parnell

Mother of plenty, daughter of the skies,
Sweet Peace, the troubl'd world's desire, arise;
Around thy poet weave thy summer shades,
Within my fancy spread thy flow'ry meads,
Amongst thy train soft ease and pleasure bring,
And thus indulgent sooth me whilst I sing.

Give Your Heart To The Hawks

© Robinson Jeffers

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The apples hung until a wind at the equinox,

Geraint And Enid

© Alfred Tennyson

Then Enid pondered in her heart, and said:
'I will go back a little to my lord,
And I will tell him all their caitiff talk;
For, be he wroth even to slaying me,
Far liefer by his dear hand had I die,
Than that my lord should suffer loss or shame.'

The Wrestlers

© Wilfred Owen

So neck to neck and obstinate knee to knee

Wrestled those two; and peerless Heracles

Ode To Liberty

© William Taylor Collins

(STROPHE)

Who shall awake the Spartan fife,

Homer's Battle Of The Frogs And Mice. Book II

© Thomas Parnell

When rosy-finger'd Morn had ting'd the Clouds,
Around their Monarch-Mouse the Nation crouds,
Slow rose the Monarch, heav'd his anxious Breast,
And thus, the Council fill'd with Rage, addrest.