Faith poems

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Orlando Furioso canto 13

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

The Count Orlando of the damsel bland

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The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto I

© Sir Walter Scott

XV
  River Spirit
"Sleep'st thou, brother?"-

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Orlando Furioso Canto 8

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Rogero flies; Astolpho with the rest,

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The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies

© Thomas Hood

I
'Twas in that mellow season of the year
When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves
Till they be gold,—and with a broader sphere

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Ode II

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

While wounded men leaped on their feet to hear,
And dying men upraised their eyes to see
How on the conflict's lowering canopy,
Dawned the first rainbow hues of victory!

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Safi

© Henry Kendall

Was it light, was it shadow he followed,
 That he swept through those desperate tracts,
With his hair beating back on his shoulders
 Like the tops of the wind-hackled flax?

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The Boy Robert

© Richard Monckton Milnes

The stripling Robert, good and brave,
Holds in his hand a bare--drawn glaive,
And on the altar of the Lord,
He lays it with this earnest word:

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To One Threatened With Blindness

© George MacDonald

I.

Lawrence, what though the world be growing dark,

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Wilson

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The lowliest born of all the land,
He wrung from Fate's reluctant hand
The gifts which happier boyhood claims;
And, tasting on a thankless soil
The bitter bread of unpaid toil,
He fed his soul with noble aims.

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Praise The Generous Gods

© William Ernest Henley

Praise the generous gods for giving
  In a world of wrath and strife,
With a little time for living,
  Unto all the joy of life.

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 01

© Torquato Tasso

THE ARGUMENT.

God sends his angel to Tortosa down,

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In The Cathedral

© Edward Dowden

THE altar-lights burn low, the incense-fume


Sickens: O listen, how the priestly prayer

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The Growth Of A Legend

© James Russell Lowell

A FRAGMENT

A legend that grew in the forest's hush

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The After-Comers

© Robert Traill Spence Lowell

Their daisy, oak and rose were new;
Fresh runnels down their valleys babbled;
New were red lip, true eyes, fresh dew;
All dells, all shores, had not been rabbled;  
Nor yet the rhyming lovers’ crew
Tree-bark and casement-pane had scrabbled.

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The Song Of Songs

© Madison Julius Cawein

I HEARD a Spirit singing as, beyond the morning winging,
Its radiant form went swinging like a star:
In its song prophetic voices mixed their sounds with trumpet-noises,
As when, loud, the World rejoices after war.

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Address

© Francis Bret Harte

(OPENING OF THE CALIFORNIA THEATRE, SAN FRANCISCO, JANUARY 19, 1870)

Brief words, when actions wait, are well:

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Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue I

© John Kenyon

  Yet the heart vents still more indignant blame,
  Where Lawgivers their sullen codes proclaim,
  And idly would constrain the creed within,
  As if Belief were Crime, and Tolerance—Sin.

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English Eclogues V - The Witch

© Robert Southey


FATHER.
  'Tis rare good luck;
  I would have gladly given a crown for one
  If t'would have done as well. But where did'st find it?

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The Glowworm

© Madison Julius Cawein

How long had I sat there and had not beheld

The gleam of the glow-worm till something compelled!...

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The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 4

© Publius Vergilius Maro

BUT anxious cares already seiz’d the queen:  

She fed within her veins a flame unseen;