Poems begining by G
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Greek Love Song
© Margaret Widdemer
Under dusky laurel leaf,
Scarlet leaf of rose,
I lie prone, who have known
All a woman knows.
Good Friday
© John Keble
Is it not strange, the darkest hour
That ever dawned on sinful earth
Should touch the heart with softer power
For comfort than an angel's mirth?
That to the Cross the mourner's eye should turn
Sooner than where the stars of Christmas burn?
God Help our Men at Sea
© Henry Kendall
The wild night comes like an owl to its lair,
The black clouds follow fast,
God In Growth
© George MacDonald
I said, I will arise and work some thing,
Nor be content with growth, but cause to grow
Grodek
© Georg Trakl
At evening the autumn woodlands ring
With deadly weapons. Over the golden plains
Georgic 1
© Publius Vergilius Maro
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star
Maecenas, it is meet to turn the sod
Gran Boule
© Henry Van Dyke
A SEAMAN'S TALE OF THE SEA
We men hat go down for a livin' in ships to the sea,
God Neither Known Nor Loved By The World
© William Cowper
Ye linnets, let us try, beneath this grove,
Which shall be loudest in our Maker's praise!
In quest of some forlorn retreat I rove,
For all the world is blind, and wanders from his ways.
Gloucester Moors
© William Vaughn Moody
A mile behind is Gloucester town
Where the flishing fleets put in,
Growin' Gray
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
HELLO, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray,
An' it beats ole Ned to see the way
Gold Leaves
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
Growth
© Peter McArthur
THE dumb earth yearns for the expressive seed,
The fruit fulfilled gives ear to her desire
Ghazal 16
© Daagh Dehlvi
tak main hai nigah-e-shauq khuda khair kare
samane se mere bachta hua jaye koi
Gallipoli
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Isles of the Aegean, Troy, and waters of Hellespont!
You we have known from of old,
Since boyhood stammering glorious Greek was entranced
In the tale that Homer told.
Ghazal
© Mirza Rafi Sauda
O my poor heart, dont flow out from
My eyes like blood, beware,
You will never be picked up again
From the ground, like useless tear.
Gautama Christ
© Pablo Neruda
The names of God and especially those of His representative
Who is called Jesus or Christ according to holy books and
Gleaners Of Fame
© Alfred Austin
Hearken not, friend, for the resounding din
That did the Poet's verses once acclaim:
God-Speed to the Snow
© Archibald Lampman
March is slain; the keen winds fly;
Nothing more is thine to do;
