God poems
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Amours De Voyage, Canto III
© Arthur Hugh Clough
- domus Albuneae resonantis,
Et praeceps Anio, et Tibuni lucus, et uda
Mobilibus pomaria rivis
New-Year's Eve, 1850
© James Russell Lowell
This is the midnight of the century,--hark!
Through aisle and arch of Godminster have gone
Insomniac
© Sylvia Plath
The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
The Library
© George Crabbe
When the sad soul, by care and grief oppress'd,
Looks round the world, but looks in vain for rest;
The Door Of Humility
© Alfred Austin
ENGLAND
We lead the blind by voice and hand,
And not by light they cannot see;
We are not framed to understand
The How and Why of such as He;
AN ELEGY Upon the most victorious King of Sweden Gustavus Adolphus
© Henry King
---O Famâ ingens ingentior armis
Rex Gustave, quibus Clo te laudibus æquem?
Virgil. Æneid. lib. 2.
Snakecharmer
© Sylvia Plath
As the gods began one world, and man another,
So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere
With moon-eye, mouth-pipe, He pipes. Pipes green. Pipes water.
The Dunciad: Book III.
© Alexander Pope
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd,
On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd.
In The Winter
© George MacDonald
In the winter, flowers are springing;
In the winter, woods are green,
Seeing The Duke Of Ormond's Picture, At Sir Godfrey Kneller's
© Matthew Prior
O Kneller! could thy shades and lights express
The perfect hero in that glorious dress,
Ages to come might Ormond's picture know,
And palms for thee beneath his laurels grow;
In spite of time thy work might ever thine,
Nor Homer's colours last so long as thine.
Against Urania
© Francis Thompson
Lo I, Song's most true lover, plain me sore
That worse than other women she can deceive,
Faces
© Edgar Albert Guest
I look into the faces of the people passing by,
The glad ones and the sad ones, and the lined with misery,
And I wonder why the sorrow or the twinkle in the eye;
But the pale and weary faces are the ones that trouble me.
Merlin And Vivien
© Alfred Tennyson
A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
And in the wild woods of Broceliande,
Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old
It looked a tower of ivied masonwork,
At Merlin's feet the wily Vivien lay.
How does Love speak?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye -
The smile that proves the parent of a sigh:
Thus doth Love speak.
Captive Conquerors
© Jessie Pope
OH! Stuttgart Frauleins, and capacious Fraus,
What shocking news is this that filters through?
Have you been fostering domestic rows
By casting, naughtily, glad eyes of blue
At poor old Tommy in his prison-house?
Tut! tut! This is a pretty how-d'ye do!
To One Who Comes Now And Then
© Francis Ledwidge
When you come in, it seems a brighter fire
Crackles upon the hearth invitingly,
The household routine which was wont to tire ,
Grows full of novelty.
St. Dorothy
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
And Theophile burnt in the cheek, and said:
Yea, could one see it, this were marvellous.
I pray you, at your coming to this house,
Give me some leaf of all those tree-branches;
Seeing how so sharp and white our weather is,
There is no green nor gracious red to see.
