God poems
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June
© James Whitcomb Riley
Queenly month of indolent repose!
I drink thy breath in sips of rare perfume,
Report On Tait's Lecture On Force
© James Clerk Maxwell
While you, brave Tait! who know so well the way
Forces to scatter,
Calmly await the slow but sure decay,
Even of Matter.
The Seeking Of The Waterfall
© John Greenleaf Whittier
They left their home of summer ease
Beneath the lowland's sheltering trees,
To seek, by ways unknown to all,
The promise of the waterfall.
Bristowe Tragedie: Or The Dethe Of Syr Charles Badwin
© Thomas Chatterton
THE featherd songster chaunticleer
Han wounde hys bugle horne,
Horaces Philosophy
© Robert Fuller Murray
What the end the gods have destined unto thee and unto me,
Ask not: 'tis forbidden knowledge. Be content, Leuconoe.
Let alone the fortune-tellers. How much better to endure
Whatsoever shall betide useven though we be not sure
Eros
© Robert Seymour Bridges
Surely thy body is thy mind,
For in thy face is nought to find,
Only thy soft unchristend smile,
That shadows neither love nor guile,
But shameless will and power immense,
In secret sensuous innocence.
The Angel Of The Doves.
© James Brunton Stephens
THE angels stood in the court of the King,
And into the midst, through the open door,
Anti-Apis
© James Russell Lowell
Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as they that love it best;
'Tis the deep, august foundation, whereon Peace and Justice rest;
On the rock primeval, hidden in the Past its bases be,
Block by block the endeavoring Ages built it up to what we see.
Nathan The Wise - Act V
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Here lies the money still, and no one finds
The dervis yet--he's probably got somewhere
Over a chess-board. Play would often make
The man forget himself, and why not, me.
Patience--Ha! what's the matter.
The Paphian Venus
© Madison Julius Cawein
With anxious eyes and dry, expectant lips,
Within the sculptured stoa by the sea,
All day she waited while, like ghostly ships,
Long clouds rolled over Paphos: the wild bee
Hung in the sultry poppy, half asleep,
Beside the shepherd and his drowsy sheep.
A Reply To A Pessimist
© Alfred Austin
O beautiful bright world! for ever young,
And now with Wisdom grafted on thy Spring,
First Love
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A clergyman in Berkshire dwelt,
The REVEREND BERNARD POWLES,
And in his church there weekly knelt
At least a hundred souls.
The Bush Fire
© William Henry Ogilvie
The Sun has signed his nightly armistice,
Drawn a dark cloud across his crimson breast,
And gone to war with other lands than this,
Lowering his splendid banners from the west.
Down the world's edge the summer lightnings play,
Their broadswords flashing o'er departed day.
The Spring
© Abraham Cowley
THOUGH you be absent here, I needs must say
The Trees as beauteous are, and flowers as gay,
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 13
© William Langland
And I awaked therwith, witlees nerhande,
And as a freke that fey were, forth gan I walke
Solomon on the Vanity of the World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Knowledge. Book I.
© Matthew Prior
But, O! ere yet original man was made,
Ere the foundations of this earth were laid,
It was opponent to our search ordain'd,
That joy still sought should never be attain'd:
This sad experience cites me to reveal,
And what I dictate is from what I feel.
To Mr. Blanchard, the Celebrated Aeronaut in America
© Philip Morin Freneau
Nil mortalibus ardui est
Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia
Horace
