Faith poems

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Wormwood And Nightshade

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

The troubles of life are many,
The pleasures of life are few;
When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,
I dreamt that the skies were blue -

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Nymphidia, The Court Of Fairy

© Michael Drayton

Old Chaucer doth of Thopas tell,

Mad Rabelais of Pantagruel,

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Homer's Battle Of The Frogs And Mice. Book I

© Thomas Parnell

So pass'd Europa thro' the rapid Sea,
Trembling and fainting all the vent'rous Way;
With oary Feet the Bull triumphant rode,
And safe in Crete depos'd his lovely Load.
Ah safe at last! may thus the Frog support
My trembling Limbs to reach his ample Court.

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A Valediction of the Book

© John Donne

I’ll tell thee now (dear Love) what thou shalt do

  To anger destiny, as she doth us,

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The Recluse - Book First

© William Wordsworth

HOME AT GRASMERE
ONCE to the verge of yon steep barrier came
A roving school-boy; what the adventurer's age
Hath now escaped his memory--but the hour,

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Brothers-American Drama

© James Weldon Johnson

See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air 
Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he
Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye! 
No light is there; none, save the glint that shines 
In the now glaring, and now shifting orbs
Of some wild animal caught in the hunter’s trap.

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Paradise Lost: Book IX (1674)

© Patrick Kavanagh

To whom the Virgin Majestie of Eve,
As one who loves, and some unkindness meets,
With sweet austeer composure thus reply'd,

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The Painter Dreaming in the Scholar’s House

© Howard Nemerov

The painter’s eye follows relation out.
His work is not to paint the visible,
He says, it is to render visible.

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Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 39

© Edward Taylor

My sin! My sin, my God, these cursed dregs,
Green, yellow, blue-streaked poison hellish, rank,
Bubs hatched in nature's nest on serpents' eggs,
Yelp, chirp, and cry; they set my soul a-cramp.
I frown, chide, strike, and fight them, mourn and cry
To conquer them, but cannot them destroy.

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The Dying Hunter to his Dog

© Susanna Moodie

Lie down—lie down!—my noble hound,

 That joyful bark give o’er;

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Haverhill

© John Greenleaf Whittier

O river winding to the sea!
We call the old time back to thee;
From forest paths and water-ways
The century-woven veil we raise.

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Boy Breaking Glass

© Gwendolyn Brooks

“Don’t go down the plank
if you see there’s no extension. 
Each to his grief, each to
his loneliness and fidgety revenge.
Nobody knew where I was and now I am no longer there.”

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Frederick and Alice

© Sir Walter Scott

Frederick leaves the land of France,
Homeward hastes his steps to measure,
Careless casts the parting glance
On the scene of former pleasure.

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Full Flight

© Richard Jones

I'm in a plane that will not be flown into a building.

It's a SAAB 340, seats 40, has two engines with propellers

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Chanson d’Amour

© Gace Brulé

This absence from my own country’s

So long, it brings me to death’s door,

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Cassandra Southwick

© John Greenleaf Whittier

To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing rise today,
From the scoffer and the cruel He hath plucked the spoil away;
Yes, he who cooled the furnace around the faithful three,
And tamed the Chaldean lions, hath set His handmaid free!

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Beowulf

© Charles Baudelaire

LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,

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Lines For A Flag Raising Ceremony

© Edgar Albert Guest

FULL many a flag the breeze has kissed;

Through ages long the morning sun

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Sonnet LX: Lo, Here the Impost

© Samuel Daniel

Lo, here the impost of a faith unfeigning

That love hath paid, and her disdain extorted,

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Sonnets from The River Duddon: After-Thought

© André Breton



I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,