God poems

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Disillusioned - By an Ex-Enthusiast

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Oh, that my soul its gods could see
As years ago they seemed to me
When first I painted them;
Invested with the circumstance
Of old conventional romance:
Exploded theorem!

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Ode On Venice

© George Gordon Byron

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Oh Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls
  Are level with the waters, there shall be
A cry of nations o'er thy sunken halls,
  A loud lament along the sweeping sea!
If I, a northern wanderer, weep for thee,

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To His Valentine

© Michael Drayton

Muse, bid the morn awake,

Sad winter now declines,

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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto I.

© George Gordon Byron

Nay, smile not at my sullen brow,
Alas! I cannot smile again:
Yet Heaven avert that ever thou
Shouldst weep, and haply weep in vain.

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Syrinx

© Henry Kendall

A HEAP of low, dark, rocky coast,
  Unknown to foot or feather!
A sea-voice moaning like a ghost;
  And fits of fiery weather!

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The Triumph Of Melancholy

© James Beattie

Memory, be still! why throng upon the thought
These scenes deep-stain'd with Sorrow's sable dye?
Hast thou in store no joy-illumined draught,
To cheer bewilder'd Fancy's tearful eye?

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"I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses"

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

I
I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses
Petropolis in verdant down.
But like a medusa, the Neva's wave

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In Adoration

© Sappho

Blest as the immortal gods is he,
The youth whose eyes may look on thee,
Whose ears thy tongue's sweet melody
May still devour.

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Decius Brutus, On The Coast Of Portugal

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Never did Day, her heat and trouble o'er,
Proclaim herself more blest,
Than when, beside that Lusitanian shore,
She wooed herself to rest:

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Written At Paris, 1700. In The Beginning Of Robe's Geography

© Matthew Prior

Then as thou wilt dispose the rest
(And let not Fortune spoil the jest)
To those who at the market-rate
Can barter honour for estate.

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Auri Sacra Fames

© George Essex Evans

Gone are the mists of old in the light of the larger day!
Gone is the foolish hope, the trust in a Power above!
Science has swept the heavens and brushed religion away!
What need we hope or fear? Warfare is clothed like Love!
Priestcraft is but a trade—souls can be bought and sold!
Why should we seek for a god—now that our god is Gold?

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Swimming

© Mao Zedong

I have just drunk the waters of Changsha

And come to eat the fish of Wuchang.

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Ungratefulnesse

© George Herbert

Lord, with what bountie and rare clemencie
  Hast thou redeem'd us from the grave!
  If hadst let us runne,
  Gladly had man ador'd the sunne,
  And thought his god most brave;
Where now we shall be better gods then he.

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From “The Sunshine of the Gods”

© James Bayard Taylor

AH, moment not to be purchased,

Not to be won by prayer,

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The Mother of Zebedee's Children

© George MacDonald

She knelt, she bore a bold request,
Though shy to speak it out:
Ambition, even in mother's breast,
Before him stood in doubt.

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The Masque of Queen Bersabe: A Miracle-Play

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

  PRIMUS MILES.
Sir, note this that I will say;
That Lord who maketh corn with hay
And morrows each of yesterday,
  He hath you in his hand.

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The Third Monarchy, being the Grecian, beginning under Alexander the Great in the 112. Olympiad.

© Anne Bradstreet

Great Alexander was wise Philips son,

He to Amyntas, Kings of Macedon;

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The Church Militant

© George Herbert

Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throne

Seest and rulest all things ev'n as one: