God poems
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A Vision Of The Argonauts
© Richard Monckton Milnes
It is a privilege of great price to walk
With that old sorcerer Fable, hand in hand,
Adown the shadowy vale of History:
There is no other wand potent as his,
The Adirondacs
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wise and polite,--and if I drew
Their several portraits, you would own
Chaucer had no such worthy crew,
Nor Boccace in Decameron.
To Frederick Henry Hedge
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FIT emblem for the altar's side,
And him who serves its daily need,
The stay, the solace, and the guide
Of mortal men, whate'er his creed!
Independence
© Charles Churchill
Happy the bard (though few such bards we find)
Who, 'bove controlment, dares to speak his mind;
To Hermann Stoffkraft, Ph.D., The Hero Of A Recent Work Called Paradoxical Philosophy
© James Clerk Maxwell
A paradoxical ode, after Shelley.
Pytheas
© Henry Kendall
Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea
Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven wreath for thee?
The Salt of the Earth
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
IF childhood were not in the world,
But only men and women grown;
No baby-locks in tendrils curled,
No baby-blossoms blown;
Hermann and Thusnelda
© Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock
Ha! there comes he, with sweat, with blood of Romans,
And with dust of the fight all stained! O, never
Saw I Hermann so lovely!
Never such fire in his eyes!
Olympus
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Through female subtlety intense,
Or the good luck of innocence,
A Reading Of Life--With The Huntress
© George Meredith
Through the water-eye of night,
Midway between eve and dawn,
Address To The Unco Guid
© Robert Burns
My Son, these maxims make a rule,
An' lump them aye thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither:
The God Of The Wood
© Bliss William Carman
HERE all the forces of the wood
As one converge,
To make the soul of solitude
Where all things merge.
Daphles. An Argive Story
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
But the Queen's host by skilful champions led,
Its powers meanwhile concentred to a head,
Lay, an embattled force with wary eye,
Ready to ward or strike whene'er the cry
Of coming foemen on their ears should fall,
Nigh the huge towers which guard the capital.
To His Fairest Valentine Mrs. A. L.
© Richard Lovelace
"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
And warble forth, ye virgins nine,
Some music to my Valentine.
Shakuntala Act III
© Kalidasa
ACT III
SCENE The HERMITAGE in a Grove.
The Hermit's Pupil bearing consecrated grass.
To A Fragment Of A Statue Of Hercules ; Commonly Called The Torso
© Samuel Rogers
And dost thou still, thou mass of breathing stone,
(Thy giant limbs to night and chaos hurl'd)
Still sit as on the fragment of a world;
Surviving all, majestic and alone?
O Camp Of Flowers
© Erik Johan Stagnelius
O camp of flowers, with poplars girdled round,
Gray guardians of life's soft and purple bud!
Merope
© Henry Kendall
FAR in the ways of the hyaline wastesin the face of the splendid
Six of the sistersthe star-dowered sisters ineffably bright,
