Future poems
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Don Juan: Canto The Sixteenth
© George Gordon Byron
The antique Persians taught three useful things,
To draw the bow, to ride, and speak the truth.
Vision Of Columbus - Book 6
© Joel Barlow
Naval action of De Grasse and Graves. Capture of Cornwallis..
Thus view'd the sage. When, lo, in eastern skies,
A Glance Behind The Curtain
© James Russell Lowell
We see but half the causes of our deeds,
Seeking them wholly in the outer life,
Sonnet To Byron
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
[I am afraid these verses will not please you, but]
If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill
Pleasure, and leave to Wonder and Despair
The ministration of the thoughts that fill
Don Juan: Canto The Eighth
© George Gordon Byron
Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!
These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,
Drury-lane Prologue Spoken by Mr. Garrick
© Samuel Johnson
When Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes
First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakespear rose;
Angered Reason
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Angered Reason walked with me
A street so squat, unshapen, bald,
So blear--windowed and grimy--walled,
So dismal--doored, it seemed to be
Naucratia; Or Naval Dominion. Part II.
© Henry James Pye
Yet midst the scene of dread, when certain fate
Rides on the tempest in terrific state,
Bold in the face of death the naval train
Exert their force, and brave the insulting main;
Though rising horrors on their efforts lower,
And the deaf whirlwind mock their useless power.
Meet Me At Sunset
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Meet me at sunset, the hour we love best,
Ere day's last crimson blushes have died in the west;
The Emigrant's Vision
© Charles Harpur
As his bark dashed away on the night-shrouded deep,
And out towards the South he was gazing,
That Nature Is Not Subject To Decay (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Ah, how the Human Mind wearies herself
With her own wand'rings, and, involved in gloom
Nancy of the Vale
© William Shenstone
The western sky was purpled o'er
With every pleasing ray;
And flocks reviving felt no more
The sultry heats of day;
After The Storm
© Boris Pasternak
The air is full of after-thunder freshness,
And everything rejoices and revives.
With the whole outburst of its purple clusters
The lilac drinks the air of paradise.
At The Age Of 35
© John Le Gay Brereton
Gone are the aching want, the unceasing fret,
Mad flight and moaning over battered wings,
Almanac Des Bergers -1591
© John Kenyon
Pocula Janus amatet Febrius, algeo clamat;
Martius arva colitAprilis florida prodit
A Poetical Epistle To Lady Austen
© William Cowper
Dear Anna, -- Between friend and friend,
Prose answers every common end;
Christ at Carnival
© Muriel Stuart
Then I heard human accents answering:
"I am a god, made god by all thy prayers;
Wach stone becomes a god by worshipping;
I am a man who loves thee: in thy town
Many have loved thee, I am one of these."
