Faith poems
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Song Of The Broad-Axe
© Walt Whitman
Strong shapes, and attributes of strong shapes-masculine trades,
sights and sounds;
Long varied train of an emblem, dabs of music;
Fingers of the organist skipping staccato over the keys of the great
organ.
Song of a Thousand Years
© Henry Clay Work
Lift up your eyes desponding freemen!
Fling to the winds your needless fears!
He who unfurl'd your beauteous banner,
Says it shall wave a thousand years!
Quia Nominor Leo: Sonnets
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
I.
WHAT part is left thee, lion? Ravenous beast,
The Viceroy. A Ballad.
© Matthew Prior
Of Nero, tyrant, petty king,
Who heretofore did reign
In famed Hibernia, I will sing,
And in a ditty plain.
Vertumnus and Pomona : Ovid's Metamorphoses, book 14 [v. 623-771]
© Alexander Pope
The fair Pomona flourish'd in his reign;
Of all the Virgins of the sylvan train,
On The Edge Of The Wilderness
© William Morris
Whence comest thou, and whither goest thou?
Abide! abide! longer the shadows grow;
What hopest thou the dark to thee will show?
Frank Leigh's Song: A.D. 1586
© Charles Kingsley
Ah tyrant Love, Megaera's serpents bearing,
Why thus requite my sighs with venom'd smart?
Ah ruthless dove, the vulture's talons wearing,
Why flesh them, traitress, in this faithful heart?
Is this my meed? Must dragons' teeth alone
In Venus' lawns by lovers' hands be sown?
Wrestling Jacob
© Charles Wesley
Come, O thou Traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see;
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee;
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
James Whitcomb Riley
© Edgar Albert Guest
There must be great rejoicin'
on the Golden Shore to-day,
An' the big an' little angels
The Looking-Glass. : on Mrs. Pulteney
© Alexander Pope
With scornful mien, and various toss of air,
Fantastic vain, and insolently fair,
A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C. E. An Infant Of Twelve Months
© Phillis Wheatley
Through airy roads he wings his instant flight
To purer regions of celestial light;
The Romaunt of Margret (excerpts)
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
But better loveth he
Thy chaliced wine than thy chanted song,
And better both than thee,
Margret, Margret.
To H.W.L.
© James Russell Lowell
ON HIS BIRTHDAY
I need not praise the sweetness of his song,
Where limpid verse to limpid verse succeeds
Smooth as our Charles, when, fearing lest he wrong
The new moon's mirrored skiff, he slides along,
Full without noise, and whispers in his reeds.
Sacred To the Memory of Algernon R. G. Stanhope
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THE silver cord is loosed, he said,
The golden bowl is broken;
In The Twilight
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
NOT bed-time yet! The night-winds blow,
The stars are out,--full well we know
To One Shortly To Die
© Walt Whitman
From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you:
You are to die-Let others tell you what they please, I cannot
prevaricate,
I am exact and merciless, but I love you-There is no escape for you.
Ambition And Content: A Fable
© Mark Akenside
Thus spoke the fair; and straight she bent her way
To the tall mountain, where the cottage lay:
Arriv'd she makes her chang'd condition known;
Tells how the rebels drove her from the throne;
What painful, dreary wilds she'd wander'd o'er;
And shelter from the tyrant doth implore.
Wild Flowers
© George MacDonald
Content Primroses,
With hearts at rest in your thick leaves' soft care,
