Good poems
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Opinion
© George Chapman
There is no truth of any good
To be discerned on earth ; and, by conversion,
Pheasant
© Sylvia Plath
You said you would kill it this morning.
Do not kill it. It startles me still,
The jut of that odd, dark head, pacing
The Abencerrage : Canto I.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,
Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;
And with the murmur of thy fountain-falls,
Blend the wild tones of minstrelsy no more.
Regret
© Celia Thaxter
SOFTLY Death touched her and she passed away
Out of this glad, bright world she made more fair,
The Confirmation
© Edwin Muir
Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face.
I in my mind had waited for this long,
Song VI
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Our almighty Lord, eternal, unfathomed,
To Thee Cherubin proclaim "Holy, holy, holy!"
To Thee too, Seraph, true love's pure brand;
A fiery firmament tho marks Thy glory's stead.
The Brus Book VII
© John Barbour
[The king goes to a house, where the goodwife gives him her two sons;
he meets his companions and they take an enemy force in a
village by surprise]
Good-Night In War-Time
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
(To Alexander Smith)
The stars we saw arise are high above,
Good News
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Between a meadow and a cloud that sped
In rain and twilight, in desire and fear.
I heard a secret--hearken in your ear,
'Behold the daisy has a ring of red.'
A Garden Idyl
© George Meredith
Next day was told what deeds of night
Were done; the web had vanished quite;
With it the strange opposing pair;
And listless waved on vacant air,
For her adieu to heart's content,
A solitary filament.
To My Old Readers
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Nor be forgotten our ANNEXES twain,
Nor HE, the owner of the squinting brain,
Which, while its curious fancies we pursue,
Oft makes us question, "Are we crack-brained too?"
My Father's Chair
© Rudyard Kipling
There are four good legs to my Father's Chair-
Priests and People and Lords and Crown.
I sits on all of 'em fair and square,
And that is reason it don't break down.
On A Good Legg And Foot
© William Strode
If Hercules tall stature might bee guest
But by his thumbe, wherby to make the rest
Song of the Saints and Angels
© George MacDonald
Gordon, the self-refusing,
Gordon, the lover of God,
Gordon, the good part choosing,
Welcome along the road!
Under The Old Elm
© James Russell Lowell
Placid completeness, life without a fall
From faith or highest aims, truth's breachless wall,
Surely if any fame can bear the touch,
His will say 'Here!' at the last trumpet's call,
The unexpressive man whose life expressed so much.
To A Cathedral Tower: On The Evening Of The Thirty-Fifth Anniversay of Waterloo
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
And since thou art no older, 'tis to-day!
And I, entranced,-with the wide sense of gods
Hellas: A Lyrical Drama
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The curtain of the Universe
Is rent and shattered,
The splendour-wingèd worlds disperse
Like wild doves scattered.
Rose The Red And White Lily
© Andrew Lang
O Rose the Red and White Lilly,
Their mother dear was dead,
And their father married an ill woman,
Wishd them twa little guede.
After Sunset
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
REST--rest--four little letters, one short word,
Enfolding an infinitude of bliss--
Rest is upon the earth. The heavy clouds
Hang poised in silent ether, motionless,
How The Babes In The Wood Showed They Couldn't Be Beaten
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
A man of kind and noble mind
Was H. Gustavus Hyde.
'Twould be amiss to add to this
At present, for he died,
In full possession of his senses,
The day before my tale commences.
