God poems

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The Sun Wields Mercy

© Charles Bukowski

and the sun wields mercy


but like a jet torch carried to high,

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Vision of Columbus – Book 3

© Joel Barlow

Now, twice twelve years, the children of the skies

Beheld in peace their growing empire rise;

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The Book-Worm

© Thomas Parnell

Bring Homer, Virgil, Tasso near,
To pile a sacred Altar here;
Hold, Boy, thy Hand out-run thy Wit,
You reach'd the Plays that D---s writ;
You reach'd me Ph---s rustick Strain;
Pray take your mortal Bards again.

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Limitations Of Benevolence

© Julia Ward Howe

"The beggar boy is none of mine,"
  The reverend doctor strangely said;
  "I do not walk the streets to pour
  Chance benedictions on his head.

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Hymn To The Naiads

© Mark Akenside

ARGUMENT. The Nymphs, who preside over springs and rivulets, are addressed at day-break, in honor of their several functions, and of the relations which they bear to the natural and to the moral world. Their origin is deduced from the first allegorical deities, or powers of nature; according to the doctrine of the old mythological poets, concerning the generation of the gods and the rise of things. They are then successively considered, as giving motion to the air and exciting summer-breezes; as nourishing and beautifying the vegetable creation; as contributing to the fullness of navigable rivers, and consequently to the maintenance of commerce; and by that means, to the maritime part of military power. Next is represented their favourable influence upon health, when assisted by rural exercise: which introduces their connection with the art of physic, and the happy effects of mineral medicinal springs. Lastly, they are celebrated for the friendship which the Muses bear them, and for the true inspiration which temperance only can receive: in opposition to the enthusiasm of the more licentious poets.

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The Wish

© Abraham Cowley

Well then; I now do plainly see

 This busy world and I shall ne'er agree.

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Hamlet As Told On The Street

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Well, that was the end of our sweet prince,
He died in confusion and nobody’s seen him since.
And the moral of the story is bells do get out of tune…
And you can find shit in a silver spoon…
And an old man’s revenge can be a young man’s ruin…
Oh – and never look too close… at what your mamma is doin’.

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Battle Of Hastings - I

© Thomas Chatterton

From Chatelet hys launce Erle Egward drew,
And hit Wallerie on the dexter cheek;
Peerc'd to his braine, and cut his tongue in two.
There, knyght, quod he, let that thy actions speak --

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The Princess (part 7)

© Alfred Tennyson

'If you be, what I think you, some sweet dream,
I would but ask you to fulfil yourself:
But if you be that Ida whom I knew,
I ask you nothing:  only, if a dream,
Sweet dream, be perfect.  I shall die tonight.
Stoop down and seem to kiss me ere I die.'

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The Power of Art

© George Santayana

Not human art, but living gods alone

Can fashion beauties that by changing live,-

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The Shepheardes Calender: June

© Edmund Spenser

June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute.
HOBBINOL.
LO! Collin, here the place, whose pleasaunt syte
From other shades hath weand my wandring mynde.

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"Sed Nos Qui Vivimus"

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

How beautiful is life--the physical joy of sense and breathing;
The glory of the world which has found speech and speaks to us;
The robe which summer throws in June round the white bones of winter;
The new birth of each day, itself a life, a world, a sun!

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Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book II - Swayamvara (The Bride's Choice)

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

The mutual jealousies of the princes increased from day to day, and
when Yudhishthir, the eldest of all the princes and the eldest son of
the late Pandu, was recognised heir-apparent, the anger of Duryodhan
and his brothers knew no bounds. And they formed a dark scheme to
kill the sons of Pandu.

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'By Reason Of Thy Law'

© Francis Thompson

Here I make oath--

Although the heart that knows its bitterness

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A Tear And A Smile

© Khalil Gibran

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.

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Thebais - Book One - part I

© Pablius Papinius Statius

Fraternal rage, the guilty Thebes’ alarms,  

Th’ alternate reign destroyed by impious arms,  

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Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg

© William Wordsworth

  Nor has the rolling year twice measured,
  From sign to sign, its stedfast course,
  Since every mortal power of Coleridge
  Was frozen at its marvellous source;

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David

© Thomas Parnell

When e'er his flocks the lovely shepherd drove
To neighb'ring waters, to the neighb'ring grove;
To Jordan's flood refresh'd by cooling wind,
Or Cedron's brook to mossy banks confin'd,
In easy notes and guise of lowly swain,
'Twas thus he charm'd and taught the listning train.

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The Tombs Of The Kings

© Mathilde Blind

Where the mummied Kings of Egypt, wrapped in linen fold on fold,

Couched for ages in their coffins, crowned with crowns of dusky gold,

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Life

© Edith Wharton

We climbed the slopes of solitude, and there
Life met a god, who challenged her and said:
"Thy pipe against my lyre!" But "Wait!" she laughed,
And in my live flank dug a finger-hole,
And wrung new music from it. Ah, the pain!