God poems
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Michael Oaktree
© Alfred Noyes
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passed
Out of the wood and saw the sickle moon
Floating in daylight o'er the pale green sea.
In Ithica
© Andrew Lang
Thou too, thy haven gained, must turn thee yet
To look across the sad and stormy space,
Years of a youth as bitter as the sea,
Ah, with a heavy heart, and eyelids wet,
Because, within a fair forsaken place
The life that might have been is lost to thee.
Phyllidula
© Ezra Pound
Phyllidula is scrawny but amorous,
Thus have the gods awarded her,
That in pleasure she receives more than she can give;
If she does not count this blessed
Let her change her religion.
A Day At Tivoli - Prologue
© John Kenyon
Yet, if All die, there are who die not All;
(So Flaccus hoped), and half escape the pall.
The Sacred Few! whom love of glory binds,
"That last infirmity of noble minds,
"To scorn delights, and live laborious days,"
Love Came Down at Christmas
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and angels gave the sign.
The Praise of Pindar in Imitation of Horace His Second Ode, Book 4
© Abraham Cowley
Pindarum quisquis studet oemulari, &c.
I.
Paradise Lost : Book I.
© John Milton
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
London Types: Bus Driver
© William Ernest Henley
He's called The General from the brazen craft
And dash with which he sneaks a bit of road
The Flower Of The Tropics
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
In the soft sunny regions that circle the waist
Of the globe with a girdle of topaz and gold,
Which heave with the throbbings of life where they're placed,
And glow with the fire of the heart they enfold;
Fragments from 'Genius Lost'
© Charles Harpur
Prelude
I SEE the boy-bard neath lifes morning skies,
While hopes bright cohorts guess not of defeat,
And ardour lightens from his earnest eyes,
And faiths cherubic wings around his being beat.
Otho And Poppaea: A Dramatic Scene
© Arthur Symons
POPPAEA
I will speak with you
If you will speak for kindness; but your brows
Are sick and stormy: why do you frown on me?
I will not speak unless it is for love.
To Edward Lear: on His Travels in Greece
© Alfred Tennyson
Illyrian woodlands, echoing falls
Of water, sheets of summer glass,
The long divine Peneian pass,
The vast Akrokeraunian walls,
Red Jacket
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
COOPER, whose name is with his country's woven,
First in her files, her PIONEER of mind
A wanderer now in other climes, has proven
His love for the young land he left behind;
The Witch of Wenham
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I.
Along Crane River's sunny slopes
Blew warm the winds of May,
And over Naumkeag's ancient oaks
The green outgrew the gray.
The Famous Speech-Maker Of England Or Baron (Alias Barren) Lovels Charge At The Assizes At Exon, Ap
© Jonathan Swift
From London to Exon,
By special direction,
Came down the world's wonder,
Sir Salathiel Blunder,
Breitmanns Going To Church
© Charles Godfrey Leland
D'VAS near de state of Nashfille,
In de town of Tennessee,
Der Breitmann vonce vas quarderd
Mit all his cavallrie.
The Battle Of The Lake Regillus
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
A Lay Sung at the Feast of Castor and Pollux on the Ides of Quintilis in the year of the City CCCCLI.
I.
Thoughts At A Vestibule
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
Heavenly thunder doesn't frighten you,
Earthly thunders you hold in your hands
That is why these unknown men must carry
Grief disconsolate within their hearts.
