God poems
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312. Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo
© Robert Burns
LIFE neer exulted in so rich a prize,
As Burnet, lovely from her native skies;
Nor envious death so triumphd in a blow,
As that which laid th accomplishd Burnet low.
To Will H. Low
© Robert Louis Stevenson
This is unborn beauty: she
Now in air floats high and free,
Takes the sun and breaks the blue;--
Late with stooping pinion flew
231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry
© Robert Burns
WHEN Nature her great master-piece designd,
And framd her last, best work, the human mind,
Her eye intent on all the mazy plan,
She formd of various parts the various Man.
Tonight
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Do not strike the chord of sorrow tonight!
Days burning with pain turn to ashes.
Who knows what happens tomorrow?
Last night is lost; tomorrow's frontier wiped out:
Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country
© Mark Akenside
I. 1.
How oft shall i survey
257. Ode on the Departed Regency Bill
© Robert Burns
Then know this truth, ye Sons of Men!
(Thus ends thy moral tale,)
Your darkest terrors may be vain,
Your brightest hopes may fail.
322. SongThe Bonie Wee Thing
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
I wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel it should tine.
327. On Glenriddells Fox breaking his chain: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
These things premised, I sing a Fox,
Was caught among his native rocks,
And to a dirty kennel chained,
How he his liberty regained.
139. Lines on Meeting with Lord Daer
© Robert Burns
Then from his Lordship I shall learn,
Henceforth to meet with unconcern
One rank as weels another;
Nae honest, worthy man need care
To meet with noble youthful Daer,
For he but meets a brother.
April Byeway
© Edmund Blunden
Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend,
Be with me travelling on the byeway now
To a Poet
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Let verse of yours be flexible, but strong,
Strong as a poplar under valley's cover,
Strong as the earth under a plough, long,
Strong as a girl, who never knew a lover.
Sonnet XIV. From Petrarch
© Charlotte Turner Smith
LOOSE to the wind her golden tresses stream'd,
Forming bright waves with amorous Zephyr's sighs;
And though averted now, her charming eyes
Then with warm love, and melting pity beam'd,
The Spirit Of Poetry
© George Essex Evans
She is the flower-maid of the dreaming noon,
The goddess of the temple of the night;
Where the berg-turrets gleam beneath the moon
She builds Her throne of white.
95. Address to the Unco Guid
© Robert Burns
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel,
Sae pious and sae holy,
Yeve nought to do but mark and tell
Your neibours fauts and folly!
The Flight of the Goddess
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
A man should live in a garret aloof,
And have few friends, and go poorly clad,
With an old hat stopping the chink in the roof,
To keep the Goddess constant and glad.
Krishna In The Cradle
© Sant Surdas
Yasoda lulling Hari to sleep,
Shaking the cradle, cuddling and fondling,
A Poem Beginning With A Line From Pindar
© Robert Duncan
But the eyes in Goyas painting are soft,
diffuse with rapture absorb the flame.
Their bodies yield out of strength.
Waves of visual pleasure
wrap them in a sorrow previous to their impatience.
55. The Twa Herds; or, The Holy Tulyie
© Robert Burns
Then Shaws an Drymples eloquence,
MGills close nervous excellence
MQuhaes pathetic manly sense,
An guid MMath,
Wi Smith, wha thro the heart can glance,
May a pack aff.
113. A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
© Robert Burns
The Poet, some guid angel help him,
Or else, I fear, some ill ane skelp him!
He may do weel for a hes done yet,
But onlyhes no just begun yet.
