Poems begining by G
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Geue Place Ye Louers, Here Before
© Henry Howard
Geue place ye louers, here before
That spent your bostes and bragges in vaine:
Gertrude, Or Fidelity Till Death
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
HER hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes rais'd,
The breeze threw back her hair;
Up to the fearful wheel she gaz'd
All that she lov'd was there.
Gifts
© Sara Teasdale
I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
Thru all the years.
Good-By To The Cradle
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle,
The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside:
No more to its motion, o'er Sleep's fairy ocean,
Our play-weary wayfarers peacefully glide;
Grey Twilight
© Arthur Symons
Such a quietude
As fire might drowse to, when its ashes burn.
It was the slumber of a violent life,
It filled me with the peace of energy.
Geometry
© John Crowe Ransom
Hickory shoots unnumbered rise,
Sallow and wasting themselves in sighs,
Children begot at a criminal rate
In the sight of a God that is profligate.
Good Friday
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Am I a stone and not a sheep
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,
And yet not weep?
Grecian Sunset
© Richard Monckton Milnes
In perfect Kingliness now reigns the Sun;
At morn, as one who girds himself for speed,
A Hero prompt to do a mighty deed,
And not to rest until the deed be done,
Galileo
© George MacDonald
"And yet it moves!" Ah, Truth, where wert thou then
When all for thee they racked each piteous limb?
Growing Down
© Edgar Albert Guest
Time was I thought of growing up,
But that was ere the babies came;
"Give Us A Call!"
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Give us a call! We keep good beer,
Wine, and brandy, and whiskey here;
Grace
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
How much, preventing God! how much I owe
To the defenses thou hast round me set:
Gentilesse
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Vyce may wel be heir to old richesse,
But ther may no man, as men may wel see,
Bequethe his heir his vertuous noblesse
(That is appropred unto no degree
But to the firste fader in magestee,
That maketh hem his heyres that him queme),
Go Now, Love
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Go now, Love,
Since staying's joy no longer!
Leave me to prove
If Time can make me stronger!
Genesis BK VI
© Caedmon
(ll. 277-291) "Why should I slave?" quoth he. "I need not serve a
master. My hands are strong to work full many a wonder. Power
enough have I to rear a goodlier throne, a higher in the heavens.
Grand-father's Clock
© Henry Clay Work
My grand-father's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
Gunpowder Treason
© John Keble
Beneath the burning eastern sky
The Cross was raised at morn:
The widowed Church to weep stood by,
The world, to hate and scorn.
Gods Acre
© Conrad Aiken
She prods a plantain
Of too ambitious root. That largest yew-tree,
Clutching the hill
George Washington
© James Russell Lowell
Soldier and statesman, rarest unison;
High-poised example of great duties done
