Future poems

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Freedom

© James Russell Lowell

Bravely to do whate'er the time demands,
Whether with pen or sword, and not to flinch,
This is the task that fits heroic hands;
So are Truth's boundaries widened inch by inch. 

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Artegal And Elidure

© William Wordsworth

WHERE be the temples which, in Britain's Isle,

For his paternal Gods, the Trojan raised?

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Eureka - A Prose Poem

© Edgar Allan Poe

EUREKA:

AN ESSAY ON THE MATERIAL AND SPIRITUAL UNIVERSE

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Who Would Not Die For England!

© Alfred Austin

Who would not die for England!

This great thought,

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Hope Deferred

© George MacDonald

Thus ringed eternally, to parted graves,
The sundered doors into one palace home,
Stumbling through age's thickets, we will go,
Faltering but faithful-willing to lie low,
Willing to part, not willing to deny
The lovely past, where all the futures lie.

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The Problem

© Henry Timrod

Not to win thy favor, maiden, not to steal away thy heart,

Have I ever sought thy presence, ever stooped to any art;

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The Woods Of Westermain

© George Meredith

I

Enter these enchanted woods,

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A Vision of Poesy - Part 01

© Henry Timrod

In a far country, and a distant age,
Ere sprites and fays had bade farewell to earth,
A boy was born of humble parentage;
The stars that shone upon his lonely birth
Did seem to promise sovereignty and fame -
Yet no tradition hath preserved his name.

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The Vanity of Human Wishes (excerpts)

© Samuel Johnson

45 Yet still one gen'ral cry the skies assails,
46 And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales,
47 Few know the toiling statesman's fear or care,
48 Th' insidious rival and the gaping heir.

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Sordello: Book the Third

© Robert Browning


  Whereat he rose.
The level wind carried above the firs
Clouds, the irrevocable travellers,
Onward.

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Paradise Lost : Book II.

© John Milton


High on a throne of royal state, which far

Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind,

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uganda cry

© Rg Gregory

uganda (victim to a white
man's piece of chalk) now victim to
a gloated bitterness in black
your griefs have swamped the nile

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sea horn

© Rg Gregory

within the shell swim all the sea's fish
our ears too are compendiums of sound
the big bang exploded - such a long wish
waves and warps towards the present ground

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christmas the delinquent

© Rg Gregory

i got nothing last year
and i expect nothing this
so i've got to find
if i'm to be rewarded

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snail and spiral

© Rg Gregory

i take my property with me says the snail
slow-moving (yes) but packed with sublime thought
the house upon its back some kind of grail
vulnerable to brute boot - and wisdom bought

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in search of milk and paradise

© Rg Gregory

puddles idle in
the dips of surfaces
neglected for decades

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symbolically concerned

© Rg Gregory

dodona oak (the tree of life) sheds leaves
nutritious-which feeds blood and mind today
there’s not a jot (from which the present cleaves)
can be dispensed with – all life’s array

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from Proverbs of Hell

© Rg Gregory

isn’t that what things with the palsy
are supposed to do – lovely lake
give the world the miracle it waits for
what a laugh that would be

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St. Stephens Day

© John Keble

As rays around the source of light

Stream upward ere he glow in sight,

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a reader’s de profundis

© Rg Gregory

in my reading of the moment i have learned
the figure next to christ in da vinci’s last supper
(a painting i have actually seen in a milan church
fragilely restored) is a woman – an honour earned
by mary magdalene who (according to research)
turns out to be christ’s wife – hang on what a whopper