Art poems

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Mark Twain and Joan of Arc

© Vachel Lindsay

When Yankee soldiers reach the barricade
Then Joan of Arc gives each the accolade.For she is there in armor clad, today,
All the young poets of the wide world say.Which of our freemen did she greet the first,
Seeing him come against the fires accurst?Mark Twain, our Chief, with neither smile nor jest,

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The Firemen's Ball

© Vachel Lindsay

"Many's the heart that's breaking
If we could read them all
After the ball is over."

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The Unpardonable Sin

© Vachel Lindsay

This is the sin against the Holy Ghost: —
To speak of bloody power as right divine,
And call on God to guard each vile chief's house,
And for such chiefs, turn men to wolves and swine:—

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Metempsycosis

© John Donne

THE
PROGRESSE
OF THE SOULE.

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To the True Romance

© Rudyard Kipling

Thy face is far from this our war,
Our call and counter-cry,
I shall not find Thee quick and kind,
Nor know Thee till I die,

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A Song of Travel

© Rudyard Kipling

Where's the lamp that Hero lit
Once to call Leander home?
Equal Time hath shovelled it
'Neath the wrack of Greece and Rome.
Neither wait we any more
That worn sail which Argo bore.

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An Ode In Time Of Inauguration

© Franklin Pierce Adams

G.W., initial prex,
 Right down in Wall Street, New York City,
Took his first oath. Oh, multiplex
 The whimsies quaint, the comments witty
One might evolve from that! I scorn
To mock the spot where he was sworn.

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Romulus and Remus

© Rudyard Kipling

Oh, little did the Wolf-Child care--
When first he planned his home,
What City should arise and bear
The weight and state of Rome.

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The Kalevala - Rune XXXVII

© Elias Lönnrot

ILMARINEN'S BRIDE OF GOLD.


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Puck's Song

© Rudyard Kipling

See you the ferny ride that steals
Into the oak-woods far?
O that was whence they hewed the keels
That rolled to Trafalgar.

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The Post That Fitted

© Rudyard Kipling

Ere the seamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry
An attractive girl at Tunbridge, whom he called "my little Carrie."
Sleary's pay was very modest; Sleary was the other way.
Who can cook a two-plate dinner on eight poor rupees a day?

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An Occasional Prologue, Delivered Previous To The Performance Of 'The Wheel Of Fortune' At A Private

© George Gordon Byron

Since the refinement of this polish'd age
Has swept irnmortal raillery from the stage;
Since taste has now expunged licentious wit,
Which stamp'd disgrace on all an author writ;

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The Naulahka

© Rudyard Kipling

Beware the man who's crossed in love;
For pent-up steam must find its vent.
Stand back when he is on the move,
And lend him all the Continent.

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Thrasymedes And Eunoe

© Walter Savage Landor

"Ay before all the Gods,
Ay, before Pallas, before Artemis,
Ay, before Aphrodite, before Heré,
I dared; and dare again. Arise, my spouse!
Arise! and let my lips quaff purity
From thy fair open brow."

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Metamorphoses: Book The Fourth

© Ovid

  The End of the Fourth Book.


 Translated into English verse under the direction of
 Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
 William Congreve and other eminent hands

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The Legend of Mirth

© Rudyard Kipling

The Four Archangels, so the legends tell,
Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Azrael,
Being first of those to whom the Power was shown
Stood first of all the Host before The Throne,

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At The Executed Murderer's Grave

© James Wright

6.
Staring politely, they will not mark my face
From any murderer's, buried in this place.
Why should they?  We are nothing but a man.

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Distant Authors

© Mary Colborne-Veel

Dear books! and each the living soul,
  Our hearts aver, of men unseen,
Whose power to strengthen, charm, control,
  Surmounts all earth's green miles between.

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Aerialist

© Sylvia Plath

Each night, this adroit young lady
Lies among sheets
Shredded fine as snowflakes
Until dream takes her body
From bed to strict tryouts
In tightrope acrobatics.