Faith poems
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Widows
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The world was widowed by the death of Christ:
Vainly its suffering soul for peace has sought
And found it not.
For nothing, nothing, nothing has sufficed
To bring back comfort to the stricken house
From whence has gone the Master and the Spouse.
The Rosciad
© Charles Churchill
Unknowing and unknown, the hardy Muse
Boldly defies all mean and partial views;
With honest freedom plays the critic's part,
And praises, as she censures, from the heart.
The Tomb of Ilaria Giunigi
© Edith Wharton
ILARIA, thou that wert so fair and dear
That death would fain disown thee, grief made wise
Concepcion De Arguello
© Francis Bret Harte
Looking seaward, o'er the sand-hills stands the fortress, old and
quaint,
By the San Francisco friars lifted to their patron saint,--
Two Hours In Reservoir
© Joseph Brodsky
I am an anti-fascist... anti-Faust
Ich liebe life and I admire chaos
Ich bin to wish, Genosse Offizieren,
Dem Zeit zum Faust for a while spazieren.
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The Hill Men
© William Henry Ogilvie
Mark you that group as it stands by the stell !-
Here is no ponderous pride,
Here is no swagger, no place for the swell,
But a handful of fellows who'11 ride
A fox to his death over upland and fell
Where a hundred good foxes have died.
Song (Untitled #8)
© George Meredith
No, no, the falling blossom is no sign
Of loveliness destroy'd and sorrow mute;
The blossom sheds its loveliness divine; -
Its mission is to prophecy the fruit.
Sonnet XXIX: Whilst By Her Eyes Pursu'd
© Samuel Daniel
Whilst by her eyes pursu'd, my poor heart flew it,
Into the sacred bosom of my dearest;
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fifth Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
CIC. Now show me how I may be able for myself to consider the conditions
of these enthusiasts, through that which appears in the order of the
warfare here described.
To a Mountain
© Henry Kendall
To thee, O father of the stately peaks,
Above me in the loftier light - to thee,
Josephs Dreams and Reuben's Brethren [A Recital in Six Chapters]
© Henry Lawson
CHAPTER I
I cannot blame old Israel yet,
The Road to Roundabout
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Some say that Guy of Warwick
The man that killed the Cow,
My Dream
© John Greenleaf Whittier
In my dream, methought I trod,
Yesternight, a mountain road;
Narrow as Al Sirat's span,
High as eagle's flight, it ran.
Our Oldest Friend
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I GIVE you the health of the oldest friend
That, short of eternity, earth can lend,--
A friend so faithful and tried and true
That nothing can wean him from me and you.
Mr. Clays Reception At Raleigh, April, 1844
© George Moses Horton
Salute the august train! a scene so grand,
With every tuneful band;
The mighty brave,
His country bound to save,
