Art poems

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Give Ear Unto The Gentle Lay

© Paul Verlaine

Give ear unto the gentle lay
That's only sad that it may please;
It is discreet, and light it is:
A whiff of wind o'er buds in May.

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Demon

© Alexander Pushkin

In bygone days when life's array  -

The sweet song of the nightingale

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In The Carolina Woods

© Padraic Colum

Not in a cavern where the winds
Trample with battle-call,
But in these woods where branch and branch
From tree and tree let fall
Not moss, but grey and cobweb beards,
Kings' cabalistic beards!

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Idyll XXVII. A Countryman's Wooing

© Theocritus

  Thus interchanging whispered talk the pair,
  Their faces all aglow, long lingered there.
  At length the hour arrived when they must part.
  With downcast eyes, but sunshine in her heart,
  She went to tend her flock; while Daphnis ran
  Back to his herded bulls, a happy man.

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Vision of Columbus – Book 2

© Joel Barlow

High o'er the changing scene, as thus he gazed,

The indulgent Power his arm sublimely raised;

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The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part III

© Mathilde Blind

I.

"A CURSE is on this work!" Columba cried;

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Because Thou Art

© Sri Aurobindo

Because Thou art All-beauty and All-bliss,
  My soul blind and enamoured yearns for Thee ;
It bears Thy mystic touch in all that is
  And thrills with the burden of that ecstasy.

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On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Impetuously I sprang from bed,
 Long before lunch was up,
That I might drain the dizzy dew
 From the day's first golden cup.

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Brother Artist

© George MacDonald

Brother artist, help me; come!
Artists are a maimed band:
I have words but not a hand;
Thou hast hands though thou art dumb.

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The Deodand

© Anthony Evan Hecht

What are these women up to? They’ve gone and strung

Drapes over the windows, cutting out light

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Epigrams

© William Watson

'Tis human fortune's happiest height to be
  A spirit melodious, lucid, poised, and whole;
Second in order of felicity
  I hold it, to have walk'd with such a soul.

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Fredericksburg

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

The increasing moonlight drifts across my bed,

And on the churchyard by the road, I know

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Ode XI: To The Country Gentlemen Of England

© Mark Akenside

I.

Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled?

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Every Day

© Ingeborg Bachmann

The medal is awarded
when nothing more happens,
when the artillery falls silent,
when the enemy has grown invisible
and the shadow of eternal armament
covers the sky.

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A Versailles

© André Marie de Chénier

O Versaille, ô bois, ô portiques,
  Marbres vivants, berceaux antiques,
  Par les dieux et les rois Élysée embelli,
  A ton aspect, dans ma pensée,
  Comme sur l'herbe aride une fraîche rosée, 
  Coule un peu de calme et d'oubli.

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A Study in the 'Nood'

© Henry Lawson

He  was bare—we don’t want to be rude—

  (His condition was owing to drink)

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Do You Remember Springfield?

© Stephen Vincent Benet

The Illinois earth is black
(Do you remember, Springfield?)
The State is shaped like a heart,
Shaped like an arrowhead.

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The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =First Dialogue.=

© Giordano Bruno


MAR. We know that you are not a theologian but a philosopher, and that
you treat of philosophy and not of theology.

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I Was A Bustlemaker Once, Girls

© Patrick Barrington

When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,

I made quite a pile in a very little while - I was a bustle maker then.