Art poems

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Nogi

© Harriet Monroe

 Great soldier of the fighting clan,
Across Port Arthur's frowning face of stone
You drew the battle sword of old Japan,
And struck the White Tsar from his Asian throne.

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Tintagel

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Low is laid Arthur's head,
Unknown earth above him mounded;
By him sleep his splendid knights,
With whose names the world resounded.

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Orlando Furioso Canto 16

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Gryphon finds traitorous Origilla nigh

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Town Eclogues: Thursday; the Bassette-Table

© Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

CARDELIA. THE bassette-table spread, the tallier come,
Why stays SMILINDA in the dressing-room ?
Rise, pensive nymph ! the tallier stays for you.

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Kaddish

© Allen Ginsberg

  Magnificent, mourned no more, marred of heart, mind behind, married dreamed, mortal changed—Ass and face done with murder.
  In the world, given, flower maddened, made no Utopia, shut under pine, almed in Earth, balmed in Lone, Jehovah, accept.
  Nameless, One Faced, Forever beyond me, beginningless, endless, Father in death. Tho I am not there for this Prophecy, I am unmarried, I’m hymnless, I’m Heavenless, headless in blisshood I would still adore
  Thee, Heaven, after Death, only One blessed in Nothingness, not light or darkness, Dayless Eternity—
  Take this, this Psalm, from me, burst from my hand in a day, some of my Time, now given to Nothing—to praise Thee—But Death
  This is the end, the redemption from Wilderness, way for the Wonderer, House sought for All, black handkerchief washed clean by weeping—page beyond Psalm—Last change of mine and Naomi—to God’s perfect Darkness—Death, stay thy phantoms!

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The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Fifth

© William Lisle Bowles

Such are thy views, DISCOVERY! The great world

  Rolls to thine eye revealed; to thee the Deep

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Rosamond

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

IN the fragrant bright June morning, Rosamond, the queen of girls,
Down the marble doorsteps loiters, radiant with her sunny curls;
O'er the green sward through the garden passes to the river's brink —
Throws away an old bouquet, and wonders if 't will float or sink.

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Three Women

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

My love is young, so young;
Young is her cheek, and her throat,
And life is a song to be sung
With love the word for each note.

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The Author

© Charles Churchill

Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,

And cruel parents teach, to read and write!

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A Map to the Next World

© Joy Harjo

for Desiray Kierra Chee
In the last days of the fourth world I wished to make a map for
those who would climb through the hole in the sky.

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The Deserted Village

© Mark van Doren

Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain,


Where health and plenty cheared the labouring swain,

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The Scholar-Gipsy

© Matthew Arnold

Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill;


Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes!

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The House-Top

© Herman Melville

No sleep. The sultriness pervades the air

And blinds the brain-a dense oppression, such

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Rokeby: Canto IV.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

When Denmark's raven soar'd on high,

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Paradise Lost: Book IV

© Patrick Kavanagh

"Which of those rebel Spirits adjudg'd to Hell
Com'st thou, escap'd thy prison? and, transform'd,
Why satt'st thou like an enemy in wait,
Here watching at the head of these that sleep?"

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Elegy for a Soldier

© Marilyn Hacker

You, who stood alone in the tall bay window
of a Brooklyn brownstone, conjuring morning
with free-flying words, knew the power, terror
in words, in flying;

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Ode XVIII: To The Right Honourable Francis Earl Of Huntington

© Mark Akenside

I. 2.
Nor less prevailing is their charm
The vengeful bosom to disarm;
To melt the proud with human woe,
And prompt unwilling tears to flow.

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These Lacustrine Cities

© John Ashbery

These lacustrine cities grew out of loathing
Into something forgetful, although angry with history.
They are the product of an idea: that man is horrible, for instance, 
Though this is only one example.

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Kalamazoo

© Roald Dahl

Once, in the city of Kalamazoo, 
The gods went walking, two and two, 
With the friendly phoenix, the stars of Orion, 
The speaking pony and singing lion. 
For in Kalamazoo in a cottage apart 
Lived the girl with the innocent heart.