Future poems
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The Far Future
© Henry Kendall
AUSTRALIA, advancing with rapid winged stride,
Shall plant among nations her banners in pride,
Stella's Birthday, March 13, 1726
© Jonathan Swift
This day, whate'er the Fates decree,
Shall still be kept with joy by me;
The Politician
© William Wilfred Campbell
Carven in leathern mask or brazen face,
Were I time's sculptor, I would set this man.
To The Future
© James Russell Lowell
O Land of Promise! from what Pisgah's height
Can I behold thy stretch of peaceful bowers,
Stanzas to Cynthio
© Amelia Opie
As o'er the sands the youthful Cynthio strayed,
Moist from the wave he saw a pebble shine,
While, with its borrowed lustre charmed, he said
"Henceforth this sparkling treasure shall be mine."
The Complaint of Nature
© John Logan
Few are thy days and full of woe,
O man of woman born!
Thy doom is written, "Dust thou art,
And shalt to dust return."
At The Close Of The Year
© John Newton
Let hearts and tongues unite,
And loud thanksgivings raise:
'Tis duty, mingled with delight,
To sing the Saviour's praise.
The Golden Age
© Alfred Austin
Nor this the worst! When ripened Shame would hide
Fruits of that hour when Passion conquered Pride,
There are not wanting in this Christian land
The breast remorseless and the Thuggish hand,
To advertise the dens where Death is sold,
And quench the breath of baby-life for gold!
Arabian Night's Entertainments
© William Ernest Henley
Once on a time
There was a little boy: a master-mage
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 03
© Torquato Tasso
XXVI
"Turks, Persians conquered, Antiochia won,
The Centennial Year
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
A Hundred years and she had sat, a queen
Sheltering her children, opening wide her gates
To all the inflowing tribes of earth. At first
Storms raged around her; but her stumbling feet
Now Moses
© Henry Clay Work
Now Moses, you'll catch it! Now Moses, don't touch it!
Now Moses, don't you hear what I say? (don't you hear it?)
'Tis thus without stopping, the music keeps dropping,
For night after night, and for day after day.
A Thousand Years From Now
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I SAT within my tranquil room;
The twilight shadows sank and rose
With slowly flickering motions, waved
Grotesquely through the dusk repose;
Solomon on the Vanity of the World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Power. Book III.
© Matthew Prior
Come then, my soul: I call thee by that name,
Thou busy thing, from whence I know I am;
For, knowing that I am, I know thou art,
Since that must needs exist which can impart:
But how thou camest to be, or whence thy spring,
For various of thee priests and poets sing.
Lay Your Ears Back and Fight
© Henry Lawson
WHEN you drink of what the poets rave about as sorrers cup,
And yer mouth, in spite of laughin, gits a curve the wrong way up,
Do not whine for help or pity; never cringe at fortunes frown
Lay yer listners back and fight until you fight yer sorrers down!
Elegy On The Death Of Mr. Phillips
© Thomas Chatterton
No more I hail the morning's golden gleam,
No more the wonders of the view I sing;
Friendship requires a melancholy theme,
At her command the awful lyre I string!
The Rosciad
© Charles Churchill
Unknowing and unknown, the hardy Muse
Boldly defies all mean and partial views;
With honest freedom plays the critic's part,
And praises, as she censures, from the heart.
Soldier, Wake
© Sir Walter Scott
Soldier, wake - the day is peeping,
Honour ne'er was won in sleeping,
Dead Before Death
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Ah! changed and cold, how changed and very cold,
With stiffened smiling lips and cold calm eyes:
