God poems
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The Return Of The Goddess
© James Bayard Taylor
Not as in youth, with steps outspeeding morn,
And cheeks all bright from rapture of the way,
But in strange mood, half cheerful, half forlorn,
She comes to me to-day.
Urvashi -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
From the time without a beginning
To the whole world
You have been an object of desire
O fair Urvashi without compare!
Sensation (Bodh)
© Jibanananda Das
As I take my place among other beings
Am I becoming estranged and alone
Because of my mannerisms?
Is there just an optical illusion?
Are there only obstacles in my path?
Kensington Garden
© Thomas Tickell
Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring lands
Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,
The Origin Of Didactic Poetry
© James Russell Lowell
When wise Minerva still was young
And just the least romantic,
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VI - Go-Harana - (Cattle-Lifting)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The conditions of the banishment of the sons of Pandu were hard. They
must pass twelve years in exile, and then they must remain a year in
concealment. If they were discovered within this last year, they must
go into exile for another twelve years.
On The Discoveries Of Captain Lewis (January 14, 1807)
© Joel Barlow
Let the Nile cloak his head in the clouds, and defy
The researches of science and time;
Let the Niger escape the keen traveller's eye,
By plunging or changing his clime.
The Request
© Abraham Cowley
I'AVE often wish'd to love; what shall I do?
Me still the cruel boy does spare;
Poetry: A Metrical Essay, Read Before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Scenes of my youth! awake its slumbering fire!
Ye winds of Memory, sweep the silent lyre!
Ray of the past, if yet thou canst appear,
Break through the clouds of Fancyâs waning year;
Chase from her breast the thin autumnal snow,
If leaf or blossom still is fresh below!
Rocky Acres
© Robert Graves
This is a wild land, country of my choice,
With harsh craggy mountain, moor ample and bare.
The Speeches of Gratulations
© Benjamin Jonson
Stay, what art thou, that in this strange attire,
Dar'st kindle stranger, and un-hallowed fire
Upon this Altar?
A Portrait
© Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Tell me, ye prim adepts in Scandals school,
Who rail by precept, and detract by rule,
The Paint-Kings
© Washington Allston
Fair Ellen was long the delight of the young,
No damsel could with her compare;
Her charms were the theme of the heart and the tongue.
And bards without number in extacies sung,
The beauties of Ellen the fair.
At The Grave Of A Spanish Friend
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Here lies who of two mighty realms was free;
The English-Spaniard, who lived England's good
Hebe
© James Russell Lowell
I saw the twinkle of white feet,
I saw the flush of robes descending;
Before her ran an influence fleet,
That bowed my heart like barley bending.
Whyte-Melville
© William Henry Ogilvie
With lightest of hands on the bridle, with Highest of
hearts in the dance,
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The First
© William Lisle Bowles
Awake a louder and a loftier strain!
Beloved harp, whose tones have oft beguiled
From The Prometheus Vinctus Of Aeschylus
© George Gordon Byron
Great Jove, to whose almighty throne
Both gods and mortals homage pay,
Ne'er may my soul thy power disown,
Thy dread behests ne'er disobey.
A Picture Seen In A Dream
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I saw the Goddess of the Evening pause
Between two mountain pillars. Tall as they
Appeared her stature, and her outstretched hands
Laid on those luminous cold summits, hung
