Faith poems
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Billys 'Square Affair'
© Henry Lawson
He wanted clothes, a masher suit, he wanted boots and hat;
His girl had earned a quid or twohe wouldnt part with that;
And so he went to Brickfield Hill, and from a draper there
He shook the proper kind of togs to fetch a square affair.
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© Owen Suffolk
Mother! Darling mother, you are seeking me I know,
And I feel thy love will follow through the world where'er I go;
Requirement
© John Greenleaf Whittier
We live by Faith; but Faith is not the slave
Of text and legend. Reason's voice and God's,
Olney Hymn 26: On Opening A Place For Social Prayer
© William Cowper
Jesus! where'er Thy people meet,
There they behold Thy mercy seat;
Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found,
And every place is hallow'd ground.
Richard And Kate: Or, Fair-Day
© Robert Bloomfield
'Come, Goody, stop your humdrum wheel,
Sweep up your orts, and get your Hat;
Old joys reviv'd once more I feel,
'Tis Fair-day;--ay, _and more than that._
The King Of Thule.*
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
(* This ballad is also introduced in Faust,
where it is sung by Margaret.)IN Thule lived a monarch,Still faithful to the grave,
To whom his dying mistressA golden goblet gave.Beyond all price he deem'd it,He quaff'd it at each feast;
And, when he drain'd that goblet,His tears to flow ne'er ceas'd.And when he felt death near him,His cities o'er he told,
Symbols.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
PALM Sunday at the VaticanThey celebrate with palms;
With reverence bows each holy man,And chaunts the ancient psalms.
Those very psalms are also sungWith olive boughs in hand,
While holly, mountain wilds among,In place of palms must stand:
The Moon In Silver Glory Shone
© John Newton
The moon in silver glory shone,
And not a cloud in sight;
When suddenly a shade begun
To intercept her light.
Procemion.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHAT God would outwardly alone control,
And on his finger whirl the mighty Whole?
He loves the inner world to move, to view
Nature in Him, Himself in Nature too,
So that what in Him works, and is, and lives,
The measure of His strength, His spirit gives.
A Quarrel With Love
© Nicholas Breton
Oh that I could write a story
Of love's dealing with affection!
How he makes the spirit sorry
That is touch'd with his infection.
Burial of the Dead
© John Keble
I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd
Death's interposing veil, and thou so pure,
The Lord's Call To His Children
© John Newton
Let us adore the grace that seeks
To draw our hearts above!
Attend, 'tis God the Saviour speaks,
And every word is love.
The Ancient Speech
© Kathleen Raine
A Gaelic bard they praise who in fourteen adjectives
Named the one indivisible soul of his glen;
For what are the bens and the glens but manifold qualities,
Immeasurable complexities of soul?
Ode on Intimations of Immortality
© William Wordsworth
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
Robert the Bruce (To Douglas in Dying)
© Edwin Muir
'MY life is done, yet all remains,
The breath has gone, the image not,
Monna Innominata: A Sonnet of Sonnets
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Poca favilla gran fliamma seconda. - Dante
Ogni altra cosa, ogni pensier va fore,
E sol ivi con voi rimansi amore. - Petrarca
The Youth of England To Garibaldi's Legend
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
O ye who by the gaping earth
Where, faint with resurrection, lay
An empire struggling into birth,
Her storm-strown beauty cold with clay,
The free winds round her flowery head,
Her feet still rooted with the dead,
A Poets Daughter
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
"A lady asks the Minstrel's rhyme."
A lady asks? There was a time
When, musical as play-bell's chime
To wearied boy,
That sound would summon dreams sublime
Of pride and joy.
