Art poems

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The Sleeping Beauty

© Henry Lawson

“Call that a yarn!” said old Tom Pugh,
  “What rot! I’ll lay my hat
I’ll sling you a yarn worth more nor two
  Such pumped-up yarns as that.”
And thereupon old Tommy “slew”
  A yarn of Lambing Flat.

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The Sirens

© Robert Laurence Binyon


I.
The Victories

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The Workhouse Clock

© Thomas Hood

Father, mother, and careful child,
Looking as if it had never smiled—
The Sempstress, lean, and weary, and wan,
With only the ghosts of garments on—

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"The Undying One" - Canto I

© Caroline Norton

"My parch'd lips strove for utterance--but no,
I could but listen still, with speechless woe:
I stretch'd my quivering arms--'Away! away!'
She cried, 'and let me humbly kneel, and pray
For pardon; if, indeed, such pardon be
For having dared to love--a thing like thee!'

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Humbled And Silenced By Mercy

© John Newton

Once perishing in blood I lay,
Creatures no help could give,
But Jesus passed me in the way,
He saw, and bid me live.

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The Kalevala - Rune XXXI

© Elias Lönnrot

KULLERWOINEN SON OF EVIL.


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The Ballad of Ahmed Shah

© Rudyard Kipling

This is the ballad of Ahmed Shah
Dealer in tats in the Sudder Bazar,
By the gate that leads to the Gold Minar
How he was done by a youth from Morar.

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Admetus: To my friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson

© Emma Lazarus

He who could beard the lion in his lair,

To bind him for a girl, and tame the boar,

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A Neighbours Tears

© Benjamin Tompson

O heighth! o Depthe! upon my bended knees

Who dare Expound these Wondrous Mysteries:

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Athenasia

© Oscar Wilde

To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught
Of all the great things men have saved from Time,
The withered body of a girl was brought
Dead ere the world's glad youth had touched its prime,
And seen by lonely Arabs lying hid
In the dim wound of some black pyramid.

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A Man Perishing in the Snow: From Whence Reflections are Raised on the Miseries of Life.

© James Thomson

As thus the snows arise; and foul and fierce,
All winter drives along the darken'd air;
In his own loose-revolving fields, the swain
Disaster'd stands; sees other hills ascend,

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To The Lord Chancellor

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
Thy country's curse is on thee, darkest crest
Of that foul, knotted, many-headed worm
Which rends our Mother’s bosom—Priestly Pest!
Masked Resurrection of a buried Form!

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An Heroical Epistle of Hudibras to Sidrophel

© Samuel Butler

Ecce Iterum Crispinus. -

WELL! SIDROPHEL, though 'tis in vain

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book IV - Part 05 - The Passion Of Love

© Lucretius

This craving 'tis that's Venus unto us:

From this, engender all the lures of love,

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The Queen Of Hearts

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

How comes it, Flora, that, whenever we
Play cards together, you invariably,
 However the pack parts,
 Still hold the Queen of Hearts?

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At The Commencement Dinner

© James Russell Lowell

'Tis a dreadful oppression, this making men speak
What they're sure to be sorry for all the next week;
Some poor stick requesting, like Aaron's, to bud
Into eloquence, pathos, or wit in cold blood,
As if the dull brain that you vented your spite on
Could be got, like an ox, by mere poking, to Brighton.

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The Return Of Ulysses

© Richard Monckton Milnes

The Man of wisdom and endurance rare,
A sundry--coloured and strange--featured way,
Our hearts have followed; now the pleasant care
Is near its end,--the oars' sweet--echoed play,

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Spring

© Samuel Johnson

Stern Winter now, by Spring repress'd
Forbears the long-continued strife;
And Nature, on her naked breast,
Delights to catch the gales of life.