God poems
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Extraits
© Donald Justice
There is no way to ease the burden.
The voyage leads on from harm to harm,
A land of others and of silence.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fifth Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
CIC. Now show me how I may be able for myself to consider the conditions
of these enthusiasts, through that which appears in the order of the
warfare here described.
To a Mountain
© Henry Kendall
To thee, O father of the stately peaks,
Above me in the loftier light - to thee,
Light-Winged Smoke
© Henry David Thoreau
LIGHT-WINGED Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lines On A Late Hospicious Ewent, By A Gebtleman Of The Footguards (Blue)
© William Makepeace Thackeray
I paced upon my beat
With steady step and slow,
All huppandownd of Ranelagh Street:
Ran'lagh St. Pimlico.
Josephs Dreams and Reuben's Brethren [A Recital in Six Chapters]
© Henry Lawson
CHAPTER I
I cannot blame old Israel yet,
Habakkuk
© Thomas Parnell
Here terrour leaves me with exalted head,
I breath fine air, and find the vision fled,
The Seer withdrawn, inspir'd, and urg'd to write,
By the warm influence of the sacred sight.
When Horace "Came Back"
© Franklin Pierce Adams
When I was your stiddy, my loveliest Lyddy,
And you my embraceable she,
In joys and diversions, the king of the Persians
Had nothing on me.
Pharsalia - Book VII: The Battle
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Then burned their souls
At these his words, indignant at the thought,
And Rome rose up within them, and to die
Was welcome.
Hymn To Venus And Cupid
© Robert Herrick
Sea-born goddess, let me be
By thy son thus graced, and thee,
Shooting
© Henry James Pye
The Monarch hears, and with reluctant eyes
Gives the consent his boding heart denies;
His brow a placid guise dissembling wears,
While Reason vainly combats stronger fears.
Prometheus
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Prometheus stole from Heaven the sacred fire
And swept to earth with it o'er land and sea.
He lit the vestal flames of poesy,
Content, for this, to brave celestial ire.
Cantus peregrinorum.
© Thomas Hoccleve
Honowred be thu, blissed lord on hye, That of the blisful maydë were I-bore,That with thi deth us boughtist myght[i]ly:Thin ownë flesch and blood, þou gaue us fore,And for us suffred peynës wonder sore, Bothe foot and hand [i]nayled to the rode,And bledest alle thin veray hert[es] bloode!
Honowred be thu, fadir souereigne, That vowchedsaff suche raunsom [us] to sendeThin ownë lovëd sone to suffre peyne,Oure mysease & myschief [for] to amende!Thu holigost, þat art withowt[en] ende, With fadier & sone, one god in trinite,ffor euere honured be thi maieste!
The Gods Are Dead
© William Ernest Henley
The gods are dead? Perhaps they are! Who knows?
Living at least in Lempriere undeleted,
The wise, the fair, the awful, the jocose,
Are one and all. I like to think, retreated
In some still land of lilacs and the rose.
A salutation of his Majesties Ship the Soveraign
© Henry King
Move on thou floating Trophee built to fame!
And bid her trump spread thy Majestick name;
That the blew Tritons, and those petty Gods
Which sport themselves upon the dancing floods,
Fand, A Feerie Act II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
In the land of the living are kingdoms twain,
Kingdoms twain,--nay, kingdoms three;
One is of sunshine and one of rain,
And one of the moonlight without a stain.
The moonlight people, of these are we,
The ever--happy, the Sidhe, the Sidhe.
To Santa Claus
© James Whitcomb Riley
Most tangible of all the gods that be,
O Santa Claus-- our own since Infancy!
As first we scampered to thee-- now, as then,
Take us as children to thy heart again.
Natural Magic.
© Robert Crawford
I have put by the schoolmen,
The seeming great and sage;
Nor will I taste the vintage
Brewed in the vats of Age;
Accolon Of Gaul: Part IV
© Madison Julius Cawein
Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime,
In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of time,
The Will To Live
© Edith Nesbit
Not to desire, to admit, to adore,
Casting the robe of the soul that you wore
Just as the soul casts the body's robe down.
This is man's destiny, this is man's crown.
This is the splendour, the end of the feast;
This is the light of the Star in the East.
