God poems

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The Bees and Flies

© Rudyard Kipling

The egregious rustic put to death
A bull by stopping of its breath,
Disposed the carcass in a shed
With fragrant herbs and branches spread,
And, having well performed the charm,
Sat down to wait the promised swarm.

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See Where The Thames, The Purest Stream

© William Cowper

See where the Thames, the purest stream
That wavers to the noon-day beam,
Divides the vale below;
While like a vein of liquid ore
His waves enrich the happy shore,
Still shining as they flow.

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Die Stille Rusplaas

© Eugene Marais



Drie verse uit "Die Tuin van Proserpina"

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Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 1.

© William Cowper

Adam, arise, since I do thee impart
A spirit warm from my benignant breath:
Arise, arise, first man,
And joyous let the world
Embrace its living miniature in thee!

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Eclogue 1: Meliboeus Tityrus

© Publius Vergilius Maro

TITYRUS
Sooner shall light stags, therefore, feed in air,
The seas their fish leave naked on the strand,
Germans and Parthians shift their natural bounds,
And these the Arar, those the Tigris drink,
Than from my heart his face and memory fade.

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Old Environment

© Franklin Pierce Adams

I used to think that this environ-
 Ment talk was all a lot of guff;
Place mattered not with Keats and Byron
  Stuff.

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Prolong the night

© Renee Vivien

Prolong the night, Goddess who sets us aflame!
Hold back from us the golden-sandalled dawn!
Already on the sea the first faint gleam
  Of day is coming on.

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Devotion

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

When I wander by the ocean,
When I view its wild commotion,
Then the spirit of devotion
 Cometh near;
And it fills my brain and bosom,
 Like a fear!

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Autumn Evening

© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

There is a wistful charm, a tenderness,

Mysterious and soft, in autumn's even:

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Prelude

© Mathilde Blind

What a twitter! what a tumult! what a whirr of wheeling wings!

Birds of Passage hear the message which the Equinoctial brings.

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The Congressmen Came Out To See Bull Run

© Stephen Vincent Benet

The congressmen came out to see Bull Run,

The congressmen who like free shows and spectacles.

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The World In The Heart

© Jane Taylor

  The charms of mental converse some may fear,
Who scruple not to lend a ready ear
To kitchen tales, of scandal, strife, and love,
Which make the maid and mistress hand and glove ;
And ever deem the sin and danger less,
Merely for being in a vulgar dress.

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Mnemosyne

© Friedrich Hölderlin

The fruits are ripe, dipped in fire,
Cooked and sampled on earth.  And there's a law,
That things crawl off in the manner of snakes,
Prophetically, dreaming on the hills of heaven.

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The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. December

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

AWAY TO EGYPT
Enough, enough! This winter is too rude,
Too dark of countenance, of tooth too keen.
Nature finds rebels now in flesh and blood,

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Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto III.

© Matthew Prior

Ideas, farms, and intellects,
Have furnish'd out three different sects.
Substance or accident divides
All Europe into adverse sides.

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The Distracted Puritan

© Richard Corbet

Am I mad, O noble Festus,
When zeal and godly knowledge
Have put me in hope
To deal with the Pope

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The Hamadryad

© Walter Savage Landor

  Her lips were seal’d; her head sank on his breast.  
’T is said that laughs were heard within the wood:
But who should hear them? and whose laughs? and why?

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Look Now On That Adventurer Who Hath Paid

© William Wordsworth

LOOK now on that Adventurer who hath paid
His vows to Fortune; who, in cruel slight
Of virtuous hope, of liberty, and right,
Hath followed wheresoe'er a way was made

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To Edmund Clerihew Bentley

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton



Dedication to 'The Man who was Thursday'