Freedom poems
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Paradise Regain'd: Book I (1671)
© John Milton
I Who e're while the happy Garden sung,By one mans disobedience lost, now singRecover'd Paradise to all mankind,By one mans firm obedience fully tri'dThrough all temptation, and the Tempter foil'dIn all his wiles, defeated and repuls't,And Eden rais'd in the wast Wilderness
Lines written under the conviction that it is not wise to read Mathematics in November after one’s fire is out
© James Clerk Maxwell
In the sad November time,When the leaf has left the lime,And the Cam, with sludge and slime, Plasters his ugly channel,While, with sober step and slow,Round about the marshes low,Stiffening students stumping go Shivering through their flannel
Wages
© David Herbert Lawrence
The wages of work is cash.The wages of cash is want more cash.The wages of want more cash is vicious competition.The wages of vicious competition is -- the world we live in.
Stand Up! --
© David Herbert Lawrence
Stand up, but not for Jesus!It's a little late for that.Stand up for justice and a jolly life.I'll hold your hat.
Man and Bat
© David Herbert Lawrence
When I went into my room, at mid-morning,Say ten o'clock ...My room, a crash-box over that great stone rattleThe Via de' Bardi ....
Jacobite 'Auld Lang Syne'
© Andrew Lang
Shall ancient freedom be forgot And the auld Stuart line?Shall ancient freedom be forgot And Auld Lang Syne?Though now we take King Louis' fee And drink King Louis' wine,We'll bring the King frae o'er the sea For Auld Lang Syne
London: A Poem, in Imitation of the Third Satire of Juvenal
© Samuel Johnson
Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel,
