Faith poems
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The Faerie Queene, Book II, Canto XII
© Edmund Spenser
THE SECOND BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE
Contayning
THE LEGEND OF SIR GUYON,
OR OF TEMPERAUNCECANTO XIIxlii
The Salad. By Virgil
© William Cowper
The winter night now well nigh worn away,
The wakeful cock proclaimed approaching day,
When Simulus, poor tenant of a farm
Of narrowest limits, heard the shrill alarm,
Fulfilment
© Robert Nichols
Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.
Other loves I have, men rough, but men who stir
More grief, more joy, than love of thee and thine.
The Cure
© Rudyard Kipling
To-day? God knows where he may lie-
His Cross of weathered beads above him:
But one not worthy to untie
His shoe-string, prays you read-and love him!
Dedication
© Charles Churchill
To Churchill's Sermons.
The manuscript of this unfinished poem was found among the few papers
The Builders
© Henry Van Dyke
ODE FOR THE HUNDRED AND FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF PRINCETON COLLEGE
October 21, 1896
Fire, Famine, And Slaughter : A War Eclogue
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Scene a desolate Tract in la Vendee. Famine is discovered
lying on the ground; to her enter Fire and Slaughter.
Fam. Sister! sisters! who sent you here?
Slau. [to Fire.] I will whisper it in her ear.
Music:To A Boy Of Four Years Old, On Hearing Him Play The Harp
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
SWEET boy! before thy lips can learn
In speech thy wishes to make known,
Are "thoughts that breathe and words that burn"
Heard in thy music's tone.
To My Mother
© George Barker
She will not glance up at the bomber or condescend
To drop her gin and scuttle to a cellar,
But lean on the mahogany table like a mountain
Whom only faith can move, and so I send
O all her faith and all my love to tell her
That she will move from mourning into morning.
Hymn XII: Come, Ye That Love the Lord
© Charles Wesley
Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 19
© William Langland
That thow [have thyn askyng], as the lawe asketh
Omnia sunt tua ad defendendum set non ad deprehendendum.'
The viker hadde fer hoom, and faire took his leeve -
And I awakned therwith, and wroot as me mette.
The Swarm
© Sylvia Plath
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -
A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street.
Jealousy can open the blood,
It can make black roses.
Who are the shooting at?
On a Spanish Cathedral
© Henry Kendall
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,
I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent temple of God!
Now With Creation's Morning Song
© Aurelius Clemens Prudentius
Now with creations morning song
Let us, as children of the day,
With wakened heart and purpose strong,
The works of darkness cast away.
Waste
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HOW many a budding plant is born to fade!
How many a May bloom wilt with quick decay!
Ofttimes the ruddiest rose holds briefest sway,
While heart and sense are evermore betrayed
Theology in Extremis: Or a soliloquy that may have been delivered in India, June, 1857
© Alfred Comyn Lyall
Oft in the pleasant summer years,
Reading the tales of days bygone,
I have mused on the story of human tears,
All that man unto man had done,
Massacre, torture, and black despair;
Reading it all in my easy-chair.
NewsFfrom St. James's.
© Mary Barber
The Cretan Sage began the Charge,
Recounted all his Crimes at large;
His Insincerity, and Pride,
His Hundred evil Arts beside;
Arts, thinly veil'd with Virtue's Guise,
The modern Statesmens Scheme to rise.
