Poems begining by G
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Glee -- The Ghosts
© Thomas Love Peacock
In life three ghostly friars were we,
And now three friarly ghosts we be.
Greitna, Father
© George MacDonald
Greitna, father, that I'm gauin,
For fu' well ye ken the gaet;
I' the winter, corn ye're sawin,
I' the hairst again ye hae't.
General William Booth Enters Into Heaven
© Roald Dahl
[BASS DRUM LOUDER]
Drabs and vixens in a flash made whole!
Gone was the weasel-head, the snout, the jowl!
Sages and sibyls now, and athletes clean,
Rulers of empires, and of forests green!
Galatea
© Henry Kendall
A SILVER slope, a fall of firs, a league of gleaming grasses,
And fiery cones, and sultry spurs, and swarthy pits and passes!
Grown about by Fragrant Bushes
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Grown about by fragrant bushes,
Sunken in a winding valley,
Golden Moonrose
© William Stanley Braithwaite
When your eyes gaze seaward
Piercing through the dim
Slow descending nightfall,
On the outer rim
Ghazal
© Meer Taqi Meer
mat sahal hameiN jaano, phirta hai falak barsoN
tab kHaak kay par-day say insaan nikal-tay haiN
Getting On
© William Henry Drummond
I know Im not too young, an' ma back is not as straight
As it use to be some feefty year ago--
George Moses Horton, Myself
© George Moses Horton
I feel myself in need
Of the inspiring strains of ancient lore,
My heart to lift, my empty mind to feed,
And all the world explore.
Good-Bye
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home:
Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.
Long through thy weary crowds I roam;
A river-ark on the ocean brine,
Long I've been tossed like the driven foam;
But now, proud world! I'm going home.
Glory To God; To Men Good Will!
© Joseph Furphy
Opposed to Jewish Temple-rites,
Strange to the lore of Greece,
That message comes from starry heights,
A key to lasting Peace.
What-e'er our creed, we own its thrill
"Glory to God; to men good will!"
Gloria Mundi
© Walter de la Mare
Upon a bank, easeless with knobs of gold,
Beneath a canopy of noonday smoke,
I saw a measureless Beast, morose and bold,
With eyes like one from filthy dreams awoke,
Who stares upon the daylight in despair
For very terror of the nothing there.
Goodbye to Tolerance
© Denise Levertov
It is my brothers, my sisters,
whose blood spurts out and stops
forever
because you choose to believe it is not your business.
Going West
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Just as I came
Into the empty, westward--facing room,
A sudden gust blew wide
The tall window; at once
Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward
© John Donne
Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,
The intelligence that moves, devotion is,
Golden Retrievals
© Mark Doty
Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don’t think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’s—oh
joy—actually scared. Sniff the wind, then
Goody Blake And Harry Gill
© William Wordsworth
A True Story
OH! what's the matter? what's the matter?
What is't that ails young Harry Gill?
That evermore his teeth they chatter,
