Freedom poems
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Fragments from 'Genius Lost'
© Charles Harpur
Prelude
I SEE the boy-bard neath lifes morning skies,
While hopes bright cohorts guess not of defeat,
And ardour lightens from his earnest eyes,
And faiths cherubic wings around his being beat.
Lines Written At Venice In 1865
© Frances Anne Kemble
Sleep, Venice, sleep! the evening gun resounds
Over the waves that rock thee on their breast;
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XL
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
'Tis strange we are thus parted, not by death
Or man's device, but by our own mad will,
We who have stood together on life's path
Bravery
© James Russell Lowell
We will speak on; we will be heard;
Though all earth's systems crack,
We will not bate a single word,
Nor take a letter back.
Laurance - [Part 3]
© Jean Ingelow
But when that other heard, "It is the end,"
His heart was sick, and he, as by a power
Far stronger than himself, was driven to her.
Reason rebelled against it, but his will
Required it of him with a craving strong
As life, and passionate though hopeless pain.
The Emulation
© Sarah Fyge
Say, Tyrant Custom, why must we obey
The impositions of thy haughty Sway;
Don Juan: Canto The Seventh
© George Gordon Byron
O Love! O Glory! what are ye who fly
Around us ever, rarely to alight?
Ode I: The Remonstrance Of Shakespeare
© Mark Akenside
If, yet regardful of your native land,
Old Shakespeare's tongue you deign to understand,
Stonewall Jackson
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE fashions and the forms of men decay,
The seasons perish, the calm sunsets die,
Ne'er with the same bright pomp of cloud or ray
To flush the golden pathways of the sky;
The Prisoner
© Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov
THERE, where the swift Rhone's waters flow
Its verdant banks between;
Hudibras: Part 2 - Canto I
© Samuel Butler
Quoth she, I grant it is in vain.
For one that's basted to feel pain,
Because the pangs his bones endure
Contribute nothing to the cure:
Yet honor hurt, is wont to rage
With pain no med'cine can asswage.
La Parisienne
© Jean Francois Casimir Delavigne
Gallant nation ! now before you
Freedom, beckoning onward, stands !
To a Lady - with Flowers from a Roman Wall
© Sir Walter Scott
Take these flowers which, purple waving,
On the ruin'd rampart grew,
Where, the sons of freedom braving,
Rome's imperial standards flew.
Pill-Box
© Edmund Blunden
Just see what's happening, Worley.-Worley rose
And round the angled doorway thrust his nose,
Everywhere In America
© Edgar Albert Guest
Not somewhere in America, but everywhere to-day,
Where snow-crowned mountains hold their heads,
Honours -- Part I
© Jean Ingelow
To strive-and fail. Yes, I did strive and fail;
I set mine eyes upon a certain night
To find a certain star-and could not hail
With them its deep-set light.
The Vision Of Augustine And Monica
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Mother, because thine eyes are sealed in sleep,
And thy cheeks pale, and thy lips cold, and deep
In silence plunged, so fathomlessly still
Thou liest, and relaxest all thy will,
The Freed Islands
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A FEW brief years have passed away
Since Britain drove her million slaves
Beneath the tropic's fiery ray:
God willed their freedom; and to-day
