God poems
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A Zacinto
© Ugo Foscolo
Some will not return: I too
offend the powers that be, am banned
from home. Oh maternal land,
my words are all I have to send to you
Don Juan: Canto The Eighth
© George Gordon Byron
Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!
These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,
The Girl Martyr
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Upon his sculptured judgment throne the Roman Ruler sate;
His glittering minions stood around in all their gorgeous state;
But proud as were the noble names that flashed upon each shield
Names known in lofty council halls as well as tented field
None dared approach to break the spell of deep and silent gloom
That hoverd oer his haughty brow, like shadow of the tomb.
Love In Disguise
© John Kenyon
Unscathed through Beauty's thorny ways
Be mine, I said, henceforth to rove;
Evangeline: Part The Second. I.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
MANY a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré,
When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed,
Parable Of The Madman
© Friedrich Nietzsche
Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning
hours,
The Death Of Love
© Madison Julius Cawein
So Love is dead, the Love we knew of old!
And in the sorrow of our hearts' hushed halls
Fortale til Skaberen
© Anders Arrebo
O Almæctige Gud, al Verdens Skaber oc HErre,
Præctig du gaaer her ud, din Gierning ziirlig maa være!
Clara Morris (Written for a Benefit Given Mrs. Morris)
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The Radiant Ruler of Mystic Regions
Where souls of artists are fitted for birth,
The Emigrant's Vision
© Charles Harpur
As his bark dashed away on the night-shrouded deep,
And out towards the South he was gazing,
The Madman - His Parables and Poems
© Khalil Gibran
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."
Homer's Hymn To The Earth: Mother Of All
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Mother of gods, thou Wife of starry Heaven,
Farewell! be thou propitious, and be given
A happy life for this brief melody,
Nor thou nor other songs shall unremembered be.
Sisyphus
© Alfred Austin
But when, asudden, swift on angry flash,
Rumbled imperious thunder overhead,
At the commanding mandate, Sisyphus,
Bulkily rising, straightened limbs relaxed,
And turned him yet again unto his task,
Mumbling the while habitual lament.
The Missionary - Canto Fifth
© William Lisle Bowles
Three years have passed since a fond husband left
Me and this infant, of his love bereft;
Him I have followed; need I tell thee more,
Cast helpless, friendless, hopeless, on this shore.
Tempe
© Richard Monckton Milnes
We are in Tempe, Peneus glides below,--
That is Olympus,--we are wondering
Where, in old history, Xerxes the great King,
Wondered. How strangely pleasant this to know!
Religious Musings : A Desultory Poem Written On The Christmas Eve Of 1794
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What tho' first,
In years unseason'd, I attuned the lay
To idle passion and unreal woe?
Yet serious truth her empire o'er my song
The Cloud Messenger - Part 03
© Kalidasa
Where the palaces are worthy of comparison to you in these various aspects:
you possess lightning, they have lovely women; you have a rainbow, they are
furnished with pictures; they have music provided by resounding drums, you
produce deep, gentle rumbling; you have water within, they have floors made
of gemstones; you are lofty, their rooftops touch the sky;
