Freedom poems

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For my own Monument

© Matthew Prior

AS doctors give physic by way of prevention,
Mat, alive and in health, of his tombstone took care;
For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention
May haply be never fulfill'd by his heir.

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Sonnet X "Were I the Poet-Laureate of the Fairies"

© Henry Timrod

(Written on a very small sheet of note-paper)


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On The Report Of A Monument To Be Erected In Westminster Abbey, To The Memory Of A Late Author (Chur

© James Beattie

Bufo, begone! with thee may Faction's fire,
That hatch'd thy salamander-fame, expire.
Fame, dirty idol of the brainless crowd,
What half-made moon-calf can mistake for good!

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Athens: An Ode

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

ERE from under earth again like fire the violet kindle,  [Str. I.

  Ere the holy buds and hoar on olive-branches bloom,

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Gertrude of Wyoming

© Thomas Campbell

PART IOn Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming!
Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall,
And roofless homes, a sad remembrance bring,
Of what thy gentle people did befall;

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Freedom And Love

© Thomas Campbell

How delicious is the winning
Of a kiss at love's beginning,
When two mutual hearts are sighing
For the knot there's no untying!

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Alfred. Book IV.

© Henry James Pye

  "I come," the stranger said, "from fields of fame,
  A Saxon born, and Aribert my name.
  I come from Devon's shores, where Devon's lord
  Waves o'er the prostrate Dane the British sword.—
  Freedom might yet revisit Britain's coast,
  Did Alfred live to lead her victor host."

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The Task: Book II. -- The Time-Piece

© William Cowper

In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.

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Our Orders

© Julia Ward Howe

WEAVE no more silks, ye Lyons looms,
  To deck our girls for gay delights!
The crimson flower of battle blooms,
  And solemn marches fill the night.

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from "Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika"

© Cornelis Jacobus Langenhoven

Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika
Maluphakanyisw' uphondo lwayo,
Yizwa imithandazo yethu,
Nkosi sikelela, thina lusapho lwayo.
(Xhosa and Zulu)

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493. Song—Contented wi’ little, and cantie wi’ mair

© Robert Burns

CONTENTED wi’ little, and cantie wi’ mair,
Whene’er I forgather wi’ Sorrow and Care,
I gie them a skelp as they’re creeping alang,
Wi’ a cog o’ gude swats and an auld Scottish sang.
Chorus.—Contented wi’ little, &c.

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Memorial Day

© Edgar Albert Guest

There are new graves for our roses

In God's acres where we stand,

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193. On Scaring some Water-Fowl in Lock Turit

© Robert Burns

WHY, ye tenants of the lake,
For me your wat’ry haunt forsake?
Tell me, fellow-creatures, why
At my presence thus you fly?

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Orlando Furioso Canto 7

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Rogero, as directed by the pair,

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The Beauteous Terrorist

© Sir Henry Parkes

Soft as the morning's pearly light,
Where yet may rise the thunder-cloud,
Her gentle face was ever bright
With noble thought and purpose proud.

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291. Song—The Captive Ribband

© Robert Burns

DEAR Myra, the captive ribband’s mine,
’Twas all my faithful love could gain;
And would you ask me to resign
The sole reward that crowns my pain?

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327. On Glenriddell’s Fox breaking his chain: A Fragment

© Robert Burns

These things premised, I sing a Fox,
Was caught among his native rocks,
And to a dirty kennel chained,
How he his liberty regained.

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177. Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair

© Robert Burns

THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare,
Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave;
Th’ inconstant blast howl’d thro’ the dark’ning air,
And hollow whistled in the rocky cave.