God poems
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Idyll XXV. Heracles the Lion Slayer
© Theocritus
To whom thus spake the herdsman of the herd,
Pausing a moment from his handiwork:
"Friend, I will solve thy questions, for I fear
The angry looks of Hermes of the roads.
No dweller in the skies is wroth as he,
With him who saith the asking traveller nay.
A Good Father
© William Barnes
No; mind thy father. When his tongue
Is keen, he's still thy friend, John,
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =First Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
MAR. We know that you are not a theologian but a philosopher, and that
you treat of philosophy and not of theology.
Sonnet 13: Phoebus Was Judge
© Sir Philip Sidney
Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love,
Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were:
Jove's golden shield did eagle sables bear,
Whose talons held young Ganymede above:
Gracia
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her,
My Gracia, who hath so deserted me.
Thou art my friend, but if thou dost defame her
I shall not hesitate to challenge thee.
The Purple Valleys
© Madison Julius Cawein
Far in the purple valleys of illusion
I see her waiting, like the soul of music,
Ode Recited At The Harvard Commemoration July 21, 1865
© James Russell Lowell
Weak-Winged is Song,
Nor aims at that clear-ethered height
A Pageant of Elizabeth
© Rudyard Kipling
Now Valour, Youth, and Life's delight break forth
In flames of wondrous deed, and thought sublime--
Lightly to mould new worlds or lightly loose
Words that shall shake and shape all after-time!
The Garden Of Adonis
© Emma Lazarus
(The Garden of Life in Spenser's "Faerie Queene.")
IT is no fabled garden in the skies,
But bloometh here this is no world of death;
And nothing that once liveth, ever dies,
Conversation
© William Cowper
Though nature weigh our talents, and dispense
To every man his modicum of sense,
Nippon
© Alfred Noyes
Last night, I dreamed of Nippon....
I saw a cloud of white
Drifting before the sunset
On seas of opal light.
The Wars and the Unknown Soldier
© Conrad Aiken
Under Osiris,
him of the Egyptian priests, Osynmandyas the King,
easward into Asia we passed, swarmed over Bactria,
three thousand years before Christ.
Georgic 4
© Publius Vergilius Maro
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Take up the tale. Upon this theme no less
Parody
© George Canning
For one long term, or e'er her trial came,
Here Brownrigg linger'd. Often have these cells
The Roman: A Dramatic Poem
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
SCENE I.
A Plain in Italy-an ancient Battle-field. Time, Evening.
Persons.-Vittorio Santo, a Missionary of Freedom. He has gone out, disguised as a Monk, to preach the Unity of Italy, the Overthrow of Austrian Domination, and the Restoration of a great Roman Republic.--A number of Youths and Maidens, singing as they dance. 'The Monk' is musing.
Enter Dancers.
