Faith poems
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The War
© Alfred Tennyson
There is a sound of thunder afar,
Storm in the south that darkens the day,
The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto V.
© Sir Walter Scott
Lord Dacre
"Forward, brave champions, to the fight!
Sound trumpets!" -
To my mother
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LIKE streamlets to a silent sea,
These songs with varied motion
Flow from bright fancy's uplands free,
To Lethe's clouded ocean;
An Anniversary On The Hymeneals Of My Noble kinsman, Tho. S
© Richard Lovelace
I.
The day is curl'd about agen
To view the splendor she was in;
When first with hallow'd hands
Happy Solitude--Unhappy Men
© William Cowper
My heart is easy, and my burden light;
I smile, though sad, when thou art in my sight:
The more my woes in secret I deplore,
I taste thy goodness, and I love thee more.
Sonnet XXIV: These Sorrowing Sighs
© Samuel Daniel
These sorrowing sighs, the smokes of mine annoy;
These tears, which heat of sacred flame distills;
Rime 104
© Gaspara Stampa
O night to me more splendid and more blessed
Than the most blessed and most splendid of days,
Night worthy of the most exalted praise,
Not just of mine, unworthy and distressed,
The Bards, To The Soldiers Of Caractacus
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Spark of freedom, blaze on high!
Wilt thou quiver? shalt thou die?
Never, never! holy fire!
Mount, irradiate! beam, aspire!
"The Undying One" - Canto IV
© Caroline Norton
On she goes, and the waves are dashing
Under her stern, and under her prow;
Oh! pleasant the sound of the waters splashing
To those who the heat of the desert know.
Wellington
© Charles Harpur
Great captain if you will! great Duke! great Slave!
Great minion of the crown! - but a great man
O'Connell
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
So let the verse in echoing accents ring,
So proudly sing,
With intermittent wail,
The nation's dead, but sceptred King,
The glory of the Gael.
The Paint-Kings
© Washington Allston
Fair Ellen was long the delight of the young,
No damsel could with her compare;
Her charms were the theme of the heart and the tongue.
And bards without number in extacies sung,
The beauties of Ellen the fair.
The Legend Of A Pass Christian
© Harriet Monroe
A Live-oak grows by the shallow sea.
Rest under its boughs, I pray,
And hear of the piratebold was he
And the lady he stole away.
Sonnet XIII. From Petrarch
© Charlotte Turner Smith
OH! place me where the burning moon
Forbids the wither'd flower to blow;
Or place me in the frigid zone,
On mountains of eternal snow:
Lines For Lizer-Jane's Album.
© Joseph Furphy
No two leaves that wave in Arden,
No two grass blades on the plain,
No two flowers that gem the garden,
Show as twins in form or vein,
No two grains of desert sand
Counterpart leave Nature's hand.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Poet's Tale; The Birds of Killingworth
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It was the season, when through all the land
The merle and mavis build, and building sing
Beranger's "Broken Fiddle"
© Eugene Field
There, there, poor dog, my faithful friend,
Pay you no heed unto my sorrow:
But feast to-day while yet you may,-
Who knows but we shall starve to-morrow!
