Good poems
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The Playground of Life XIX
© Khalil Gibran
One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty
And Love is worth a full century of glory
Given by the frightened weak to the strong.
The Dance To Death. Act IV
© Emma Lazarus
The City Hall at Nordhausen. Deputies and Burghers assembling.
To the right, at a table near the President's chair, is seated
the Public Scrivener. Enter DIETRICH VON TETTENBORN, and HENRY
SCHNETZEN with an open letter in his hand.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Fourth Dialogue=.
© Giordano Bruno
SEV. You will see the origin of the nine blind men, who state nine
reasons and special causes of their blindness, and yet they all agree in
one general reason and one common enthusiasm.
A fine Old English Gentleman
© Charles Dickens
I'll sing you a new ballad, and I'll warrant it first-rate,
Of the days of that old gentleman who had that old estate;
When they spent the public money at a bountiful old rate
On ev'ry mistress, pimp, and scamp, at ev'ry noble gate,
In the fine old English Tory times;
Soon may they come again!
An Ode to the Queen on Her Jubilee Year
© William Topaz McGonagall
Sound drums and trumpets, far and near!
And Let all Queen Victoria's subjects loudly cheer!
And show by their actions that they revere,
Because she's served them faithfully fifty long year!
Pleasure XXIV
© Khalil Gibran
Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, "Speak to us of Pleasure."
Good and Evil XXII
© Khalil Gibran
And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil."
The Burial: In Memory of W.L.E.
© Leon Gellert
What task is this that so unnerves me now?
When pity should be dead, and has been dead.
Crime and Punishment chapter XII
© Khalil Gibran
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment."
Letter In Prose And Verse To Mrs. Bunbury
© Oliver Goldsmith
I read your letter with all that allowance which critical candour could
require, but after all find so much to object to, and so much to raise
my indignation, that I cannot help giving it a serious answer.
Before the Throne of Beauty XXVI
© Khalil Gibran
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley
Belts
© Rudyard Kipling
There was a row in Silver Street - the regiments was out,
They called us "Delhi Rebels", an' we answered "Threes about!"
That drew them like a hornet's nest - we met them good an' large,
The English at the double an' the Irish at the charge.
Then it was: - "Belts . . .
The Abbey Mason
© Thomas Hardy
(The church which, at an after date,
Acquired cathedral rank and state.)
Sonnet 5: It Is Most True
© Sir Philip Sidney
It is most true, that eyes are form'd to serve
The inward light; and that the heavenly part
Ought to be king, from whose rules who do swerve,
Rebles to Nature, strive for their own smart.
The Crossed Apple
© Louise Bogan
I've come to give you fruit from out my orchard,
Of wide report.
I have trees there that bear me many apples.
Of every sort:
A Letter To Dr. Helsham
© Jonathan Swift
The dullest beast, and gentleman's liquor,
When young is often due to the vicar,[1]
The Masque Of Pandora
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
THE VOICE.
Not finished till I breathe the breath of life
Into her nostrils, and she moves and speaks.
Roman Fountain
© Louise Bogan
Up from the bronze, I saw
Water without a flaw
Rush to its rest in air,
Reach to its rest, and fall.
