Great poems
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Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country
© John Keats
There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain,
Where patriot battle has been fought, where glory had the gain;
There is a pleasure on the heath where Druids old have been,
Where mantles grey have rustled by and swept the nettles green;
Daphles. An Argive Story
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
But the Queen's host by skilful champions led,
Its powers meanwhile concentred to a head,
Lay, an embattled force with wary eye,
Ready to ward or strike whene'er the cry
Of coming foemen on their ears should fall,
Nigh the huge towers which guard the capital.
The Lute-Player
© William Watson
She was a lady great and splendid,
I was a minstrel in her halls.
A warrior like a prince attended
Stayed his steed by the castle walls.
Thomas Starr King
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The great work laid upon his twoscore years
Is done, and well done. If we drop our tears,
Mother
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
If I should rise amidst the assembled dead,
Calling for thee, whose fond hands often led
Me in young years, in that far unknown place
To help me there, and could not find thy face !
The Marvelous Munchausen
© William Rose Benet
The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow,
And Piet and Sachs and Vroom - all in the long ago, -
Oh, the very long ago! - o'er their pipes and hollands seen;
And on the wall the man-o'-war, and firelight on the screen!
Art, The Herald
© Alfred Noyes
Beyond; beyond; and yet again beyond!
What went ye out to seek, oh foolish-fond?
Is not the heart of all things here and now?
Is not the circle infinite, and the centre
Everywhere, if ye would but hear and enter?
Come; the porch bends and the great pillars bow.
The Vision Of The Holy Grail
© Eugene Field
_Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth,
To fill our hearts with heedless mirth
This holy Christmasse time;
But give us of thy heavenly cheere
That we may hold thy love most deere
And know thy peace sublime._
Protogenes And Apelles
© Matthew Prior
She said; and to his hand restored
The rival pledge, the missive board.
Upon the happy line were laid
Such obvious light and easy shade,
That Paris' apple stood confest,
Or Leda's egg, or Cloe's breast.
The Golden Legend: Prologue & 1.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
_Lucifer._ HASTEN! hasten!
O ye spirits!
From its station drag the ponderous
Cross of iron, that to mock us
Is uplifted high in air!
Shakuntala Act III
© Kalidasa
ACT III
SCENE The HERMITAGE in a Grove.
The Hermit's Pupil bearing consecrated grass.
A Mans Wooing
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
YOU said, last night, you did not think
In all the world of men
Was one true lover--true alike
In deed and word and pen;--
Freedom In Brazil
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WITH clearer light, Cross of the South, shine forth
In blue Brazilian skies;
And thou, O river, cleaving half the earth
From sunset to sunrise,
Bless The Dear Old Verdant Land
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Bless the dear old verdant land!
Brother, wert thou born of it?
Three Dead Friends
© James Whitcomb Riley
Always suddenly they are gone--
The friends we trusted and held secure--
The Blind Caravan
© William Wilfred Campbell
Faint elfin songs from out the past
Of some lost sunset land
Haunt this grim pageant drifting, vast,
Across the trackless sand.
Merope
© Henry Kendall
FAR in the ways of the hyaline wastesin the face of the splendid
Six of the sistersthe star-dowered sisters ineffably bright,
A Castaway
© Augusta Davies Webster
So long since:
and now it seems a jest to talk of me
as if I could be one with her, of me
who am…… me.
