Freedom poems
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Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio
© John Keats
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Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!
Next Of Kin
© Edgar Albert Guest
I notice when the news comes in
Of one who's claimed eternal glory,
The Tower Beyond Tragedy
© Robinson Jeffers
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You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's
The Slave
© Jones Very
I saw him forging link by link his chain,
Yet while he felt its length he thought him free,
To The Fourth Of July
© Swami Vivekananda
Behold, the dark clouds melt away,
That gathered thick at night, and hung
So like a gloomy pall above the earth!
Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Prefatory Dialogue
© John Kenyon
Ye, thus who write in spite of critic law,
How had their satire kept your freaks in awe!
And, to sole sway controlling her pretence,
Bound Fancy down to compromise with Sense!
My Daughters In New York
© James Reiss
What streets, what taxis transport them
over bridges & speed bumps-my daughters swift
Song 2
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
SUCCESS to the heroes of gallant Castile,
Undaunted in danger, victorious in fight!
May they teach proud oppressors and tyrants to feel,
The patriot's arm of invincible might!
On The Death of Mr. Snider Murder'd By Richardson
© Phillis Wheatley
In heavens eternal court it was decreed
How the first martyr for the cause should bleed
The Ring And The Book - Chapter X - The Pope
© Robert Browning
Then Stephen, Pope and seventh of the name,
Cried out, in synod as he sat in state,
While choler quivered on his brow and beard,
Come into court, Formosus, thou lost wretch,
That claimedst to be late the Pope as I!
Belgium
© John Le Gay Brereton
We, bred of one small island in the west,
A little shrine of Freedom, far away
We, who can bow at no strong tyrants hest,
Bend low our heads in pride to thee to-day,
For all unknown, a smiling babe at rest,
Within thy lowly manger Freedom lay.
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 11
© Publius Vergilius Maro
SCARCE had the rosy Morning raisd her head
Above the waves, and left her watry bed;
The Boss Over the Board
© Henry Lawson
When hes over a rough and unpopular shed,
With the sins of the bank and the men on his head;
The Dear Old Flag
© Julia A Moore
Oh! we love that dear old flag,
That our forefathers gave
Over one hundred years ago, boys,
They once stood under that dear flag,
But now they are in their graves,
Sleeping their everlasting sleep, boys.
Freedom's Battle-Song
© Katharine Lee Bates
RED, white, blue, the flag that leads us on,
Stripes as red as blood well shed by many a hero gone.
The Borough. Letter XIII: The Alms-House And Trustees
© George Crabbe
feel.
Three seats were vacant while Sir Denys reign'd,
And three such favourites their admission gain'd;
These let us view, still more to understand
The moral feelings of Sir Denys Brand.
A Bonus
© Elizabeth Smart
That day i finished
A small piece
For an obscure magazine
I popped it in the box
Satyr III. Virtue
© Thomas Parnell
Is virtue something reall here below
Or but an Idle name & empty show
While on this head I take my thoughts to task
Methinks young Freedom answers wt I ask
In his own moralls thus the Spark goes on
Or thus if he were here he might have don
A Ballad Of The Boston Tea-Party
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
It climbs and clasps the union-jack,
Its blazoned pomp is humbled,
The flags go down on land and sea
Like corn before the reapers;
So burned the fire that brewed the tea
That Boston served her keepers!
