Poems begining by G
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Give a Rouse
© Robert Browning
King Charles, and who'll do him right now?King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?Give a rouse: here's, in Hell's despite now,King Charles!
God Save The King
© Anonymous
God save great George our king Long live our noble king, God save the king.Send him victorious,Happy and glorious,Long to reign over us, God save the king.
God Rest you Merry, Gentlemen
© Anonymous
God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay,For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day,To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray
Get Up and Bar the Door
© Anonymous
##. And a gay time it was then,When our goodwife got puddings to make, And she 's boild them in the pan.
Glory To God Alone
© William Cowper
Oh loved! but not enough--though dearer far
Than self and its most loved enjoyments are;
None duly loves thee, but who, nobly free
From sensual objects, finds his all in thee.
Greece
© Oscar Wilde
The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
Great Poets And Small
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SHALL I not falter on melodious wing,
In that my notes are weak and may not rise
To those world-wide entrancing harmonies,
Which the great poets to the ages sing?
Genesis BK VII
© Caedmon
(ll. 322-336) The other fiends who waged so fierce a war with God
lay wrapped in flames. They suffer torment, hot and surging
Glorious France
© Edgar Lee Masters
You have become a forge of snow-white fire,
A crucible of molten steel, O France!
"Grief sat beside the fount of tears"
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Grief sat beside the fount of tears,
And dipt her garland in it,
While all the paly flowers she wears
Grew fainter every minute.
Ghost-Flowers
© Mary Thacher Higginson
IN shining groups, each stem a pearly ray,
Weird flecks of light within the shadowed wood,
Ghazal 314
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
You who are not kept anxiously awake for love's sake, sleep on.
In restless search for that river, we hurry along;
you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on.
Love's place is out beyond the many separate sects;
"Go back to the tainted lap, Leah"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Go back to the tainted lap, Leah,
Whence you came,
Because to the sun of Ilion
You preferred yellow twilight.
Gum Is The Sky
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Glum is the sky, by night imprisoned,
As over it the dark clouds creep,
Gold
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
WHEN life wakened in the Spring
All the world was gold and green!
Sunlight lay on everything,
Sailing cloud and soaring wing,
Emerald banks where snow had been,
Drifts of daffodils between.
Graves At Christiania
© Katharine Lee Bates
WE bore them their own wild heather
And ash-boughs jeweled red,
Guessing Time
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's guessing time at our house; every evening after tea
We start guessing what old Santa's going to leave us on our tree.
Everyone of us holds secrets that the others-try to steal,
And that eyes and lips are plainly having trouble to conceal.
And a little lip that quivered just a bit the other night
Was a sad and startling warning that I mustn't guess it right.
