Faith poems
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All Love Asks
© Jean Blewett
All Love asks is a heart to stay in;A brave, true heart to be glad and gay in;A garden of tender thoughts to play in;A faith unswerving through cold or heatTill the heart where Love lodges forgets to beat
Land of Hope and Glory
© Benson Arthur Christopher
(1) 1902 Version: VI. Land of Hope and Glory. Finale (Contralto Solo and Tutti)
An Ode
© Richard Barnfield
As it fell upon a dayIn the merry month of May,Sitting in a pleasant shadeWhich a grove of myrtles made,Beasts did leap and birds did sing,Trees did grow and plants did spring;Every thing did banish moan,Save the nightingale alone
A Thought on Death: November, 1814
© Anna Lætitia Barbauld
When life as opening buds is sweet,And golden hopes the fancy greet,And Youth prepares his joys to meet,--Alas! how hard it is to die!
Dirge: Written November 1808
© Anna Lætitia Barbauld
Pure spirit! O where art thou now! O whisper to my soul!O let some soothing thought of thee, The bitter grief control!
The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate
© Askew Anne
Like as the armed knightAppointed to the field,With this world will I fightAnd Faith shall be my shield.
The Vicar Of Bray
© Anonymous
In good King Charles's golden days, When loyalty no harm meant;A furious High-Church man I was, And so I gain'd preferment
The Masque of B-ll--l
© Anonymous
First come I. My name is J-W-TT.There's no knowledge but I know it.I am Master of this College,What I don't know isn't knowledge.
The Leather Bottel
© Anonymous
Now God alone that made all things,Heaven and earth and all that's in,The ships that in the seas do swimTo keep out foes from coming in,Then every one does what he can,All for the good and use of man: And I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell That first devis'd the leather bottel
The Djinns
© Anonymous
Town, tower. Shore, deep, Where lower Cliffs steep; Waves gray. Where play Winds gay, -- All sleep.
Clerk Saunders
© Anonymous
Whan bells war rung, an mass was sung, A wat a' man to bed were gone,Clark Sanders came to Margret's window, With mony a sad sigh and groan.
Ode to the Country Gentlemen of England
© Mark Akenside
Thou, heedless Albion, what, alas, the while Dost thou presume? O inexpert in arms, Yet vain of freedom, how dost thou beguile, With dreams of hope, these near and loud alarms? Thy splendid home, thy plan of laws renown'd, The praise and envy of the nations round, What care hast thou to guard from fortune's sway? Amid the storms of war, how soon may all The lofty pile from its foundations fall,Of ages the proud toil, the ruin of a day!
No: thou art rich, thy streams and fertile vales Add industry's wise gifts to nature's store: And every port is crowded with thy sails, And every wave throws treasure on thy shore
The Campaign
© Joseph Addison
While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,Proud in their number to enroll your name;While emperors to you commit their cause,And Anna's praises crown the vast applause,Accept, great leader, what the muse indites,That in ambitious verse records your fights,Fir'd and transported with a theme so new:Ten thousand wonders op'ning to my viewShine forth at once, sieges and storms appear,And wars and conquests fill th' important year,Rivers of blood I see, and hills of slain;An Iliad rising out of one campaign
An Account of the Greatest English Poets (complete)
© Joseph Addison
Since, dearest Harry, you will needs requestA short account of all the muse possess'd;That, down from Chaucer's days to Dryden's times,Have spent their noble rage in British rhymes;Without more preface, wrote in formal length,To speak the undertaker's want of strength,I'll try to make their sev'ral beauties known,And show their verses' worth, though not my own
The Wants of Man
© Adams John Quincy
Man wants but little here below,Nor wants that little long. -- Goldsmith's Hermit
