God poems
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St. Michael And All Angels
© John Keble
Ye stars that round the Sun of righteousness
In glorious order roll,
Idyll XV. The Festival of Adonis
© Theocritus
PRAXINOAe.
Yes, Gorgo dear! At last!
That you're here now's a marvel! See to a chair,
A cushion, Eunoae!
I: In A Great House By The Sea I Sat
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
In a great house by the wide Sea I sat,
And down slow fleets and waves that never cease
Homage To Sextus Propertius - X
© Ezra Pound
You are a very early inspector of mistresses.
Do you think I have adopted your habits?'
There were upon the bed no signs of a voluptuous encounter,
No signs of a second incumbent.
The Dance
© Hart Crane
Mythical brows we saw retiringloth,
Disturbed and destined, into denser green.
Greeting they sped us, on the arrows oath:
Now lie incorrigibly what years between . .
The Witch of Hebron
© Charles Harpur
Of golden lamps, showed many a treasure rare
Of Indian and Armenian workmanship
Which might have seemed a wonder of the world:
And trains of servitors of every clime,
Greeks, Persians, Indians, Ethiopians,
In richest raiment thronged the spacious halls.
The Aungelys Song Within.
© Thomas Hoccleve
Al worshippe, wisdam, welthe and worthinesse, All bounte, beawte, ioye and blisfulheed,All honure, vertue, and alle myghtynesse,All grace & thankyng, vnto thin godheede,ffrom whom alle grace & mercy doth procede! Ay praised be thu, lord, in Trinite,And euere honured be thi maieste!
That be mankynde oure nombre is encreased, Of this that longe have be in pilgrymage;And now is alle hire noyows laboure cessed,That was be-gonne here first[ë] dayës age.Here is the port of sekire áryuáge Honured be thu, blissed lord on hye, And wolcome be ye to owre companye!
The Ring And The Book - Chapter V - Count Guido Franceschini
© Robert Browning
That is a way, thou whisperest in my ear!
I doubt, I will decide, then act, said I
Then beckoned my companions: Time is come!
To The Summer Night
© Robert Laurence Binyon
A sultry perfume of voluptuous June
Enchants the air still breathing of warm day;
But now the impassioned Night draws over, soon
To fold me, in this high hollow, quite away
The Third Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Kings doe correct those that Rebellious are,
And their good Subjects worthily preferre:
Iust Epigrams reproue those that offend,
And those that vertuous are, she doth commend.
In Egypt
© Virna Sheard
All day the wife of Pharaoh had paced the palace hall
Or the long white pillared court that was open to the sky;
A passion of wild restlessness ensnared her in its thrall
While she fought a fear within her--a thing that would not die.
Elegy XVI. He Suggests the Advantage of Birth To a Person of Merit
© William Shenstone
When genius, graced with lineal splendour, glows,
When title shines, with ambient virtues crown'd,
Like some fair almond's flowery pomp it shows,
The pride, the perfume, of the regions round.
On The Day Of The Destruction Of Jerusalem By Titus
© George Gordon Byron
From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome,
I beheld thee, oh Sion! when render'd to Rome:
'Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall
Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall.
Book Eighth: Retrospect--Love Of Nature Leading To Love Of Man
© William Wordsworth
WHAT sounds are those, Helvellyn, that are heard
Up to thy summit, through the depth of air
Of The Nature Of Things: Book VI - Part 02 - Great Meteorological Phenomena, Etc
© Lucretius
And so in first place, then
With thunder are shaken the blue deeps of heaven,
To The Companions
© Rudyard Kipling
How comes it that, at even-tide,
When level beams should show most truth,
Man, failing, takes unfailing pride
In memories of his frolic youth?
The First Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Though my best lines no dainty things affords,
My worst haue in them some thing else then words.
Music
© Kenneth Slessor
I
MUSIC, on the air's edge, rides alone,
Plumed like empastured Caesars of the sky
With a god's helmet; now, in the gold dye
Delphi
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Beneath the vintage moon's uncertain light,
And some faint stars that pierced the film of cloud,
Stood those Parnassian peaks before my sight,
Whose fame throughout the ancient world was loud.
