Art poems

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'The Age Demanded'

© Ezra Pound

For or this agility chance found
Him of all men, unfit
As the red-beaked steeds of
The Cythersean for a chain bit.

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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.

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Ode 1957: An intellectual

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Intellectuals try not to drown,
while the whole purpose of loves
is drowning.

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My Annual

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

How long will this harp which you once loved to hear
Cheat your lips of a smile or your eyes of a tear?
How long stir the echoes it wakened of old,
While its strings were unbroken, untarnished its gold?

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The Power of Science

© James Brunton Stephens

"All thoughts, all passions, all delights,

Whatever stirs this mortal frame,"

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Give Your Heart To The Hawks

© Robinson Jeffers

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The apples hung until a wind at the equinox,

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Psalm Of The West

© Sidney Lanier

  Master, Master, break this ban:
  The wave lacks Thee.
  Oh, is it not to widen man
  Stretches the sea?
  Oh, must the sea-bird's idle van
  Alone be free?

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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.'

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Will

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

YOUR face, my boy, when six months old,
We propped you laughing in a chair,
And the sun-artist caught the gold
Which rippled o'er your waving hair!

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Colonial Experience

© Anonymous

When first I came to Sydney Cove
And up and down the streets did rove,
I thought such sights I ne'er did see
Since first I learnt my A, B, C.

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Bees

© Norman Rowland Gale

You voluble,

Velvety

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Hymn To Mercury

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF HOMER.
I.
Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove,
The Herald-child, king of Arcadia

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Artemis To Actaeon

© Edith Wharton

And this was thine: to lose thyself in me,
Relive in my renewal, and become
The light of other lives, a quenchless torch
Passed on from hand to hand, till men are dust
And the last garland withers from my shrine.

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At Shelley’s Grave

© Alfred Austin

Beneath this marble, mute of praise,

Is hushed the heart of One

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Ode To Liberty

© William Taylor Collins

(STROPHE)

Who shall awake the Spartan fife,

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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.

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Tu Voz Profetica

© Ramon Lopez Velarde

Juran por Cristo, venerables dueñas,
De quien llora en el vientre de la madre
Conoce del futuro; tú gemiste
Antes de que nacieras, y por eso
Tus artes de gitana me iluminan
En los discursos de tu voz profética.

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The Plain

© Jean Hans Arp

The plain was flawlessly paved.
Nothing, absolutely nothing but the chair and I
were there.

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Verses - Spoken to Lady Henrietta Cavendish Holles-Harley, Countess of Oxford

© Matthew Prior

Madam, Since Anna visited the muse's seat,

(Around her tomb let weeping angels wait)

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What Makes An Artist

© Edgar Albert Guest

We got to talking art one day, discussing in a general way
How some can match with brush and paint the glory of a tree,
And some in stone can catch the things of which the dreamy poet sings,
While others seem to have no way to tell the joys they see.