God poems

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Dumb

© Aleister Crowley

Gabriel whispered in mine ear
His archangelic poesie.
How can I write? I only hear
The sobbing murmur of the sea.

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Boo to Buddha

© Aleister Crowley

So it is eighteen years,
Helena, since we met!
A season so endears,
Nor you nor I forget
The fresh young faces that once clove
In that most fiery dawn of love.

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The Borough. Letter XII: Players

© George Crabbe

DRAWN by the annual call, we now behold
Our Troop Dramatic, heroes known of old,
And those, since last they march'd, enlisted and

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Arhan

© Aleister Crowley

When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the
glance
Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms
dance

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 07 - Beginnings Of Civilization

© Lucretius

Afterwards,
When huts they had procured and pelts and fire,
And when the woman, joined unto the man,
Withdrew with him into one dwelling place,

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Adela

© Aleister Crowley

Jupiter Mars P Moon
VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910.
Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue
Rides on the moon, a lilac conch of pearl,

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land

© Suheir Hammad

his approach
to love he said
was that of a farmer
most love like

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Crossing Brooklyn Ferry

© Walt Whitman

FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face;
Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see you also face
  to face.

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Overture

© Walter Savage Landor

From “Thrasymedes and Eunoë”

WHO will away to Athens with me? who
Loves choral songs and maidens crown’d with flowers,

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Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI. And Fro

© Phillis Wheatley

Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring

Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!

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Forgotten

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

FORGOTTEN! Can it be a few swift rounds
Of Time's great chariot wheels have crushed to naught
The memory of those fearful sights and sounds,
With speechless misery fraught--
Wherethro' we hope to gain the Hesperian height,
Where Freedom smiles in light?

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The Naked And The Nude

© Robert Graves

For me, the naked and the nude
(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
Or shelter) stand as wide apart
As love from lies, or truth from art.

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Sir William Gomm: Sonnets

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

I.

AT threescore years and five aroused anew

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The Speeches of Sloth and Virtue

© William Shenstone

[Upon the Plan of Xenophen's Judgment of Hercules]

SLOTH

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The Kalevala - Rune XII

© Elias Lönnrot

KYLLIKKI'S BROKEN VOW.


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Aurora Leigh: Book One

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning


 I, alas,
A wild bird scarcely fledged, was brought to her cage,
And she was there to meet me. Very kind.
Bring the clean water, give out the fresh seed.

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Troilus And Criseyde: Book 02

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Incipit Prohemium Secundi Libri.

Out of these blake wawes for to sayle,

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A Farewell to Agassiz

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

How the mountains talked together,
Looking down upon the weather,
When they heard our friend had planned his
Little trip among the Andes

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AN ELEGY Upon the most Incomparable K. Charles the First

© Henry King

Call for amazed thoughts, a wounded sense
And bleeding Hearts at our Intelligence.
Call for that Trump of Death the Mandrakes Groan
Which kills the Hearers: This befits alone

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Menaphon: Doron's Eclogue

© Robert Greene

DORON
Sit down, Carmela, here are cobs for kings,
Sloes black as jet, or like my Christmas shoes,
Sweet cider, which my leathern bottle brings:
Sit down, Carmela, let me kiss thy toes.