Great poems

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Antaeus: [A Fragment]

© Wilfred Owen

So neck to stubborn neck, and obstinate knee to knee,
Wrestled those two; and peerless Heracles
Could not prevail, nor get at any vantage…
So those huge hands that, small, had snapped great snakes,

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Italy : 24. Florence

© Samuel Rogers

Of all the fairest Cities of the Earth
None is so fair as Florence.  'Tis a gem
Of purest ray; and what a light broke forth,
When it emerged from darkness!  Search within,

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The Pipes O’ Pan

© Henry Van Dyke

Great Nature had a million words,
In tongues of trees and songs of birds,
But none to breathe the heart of man,
Till Music filled the pipes o' Pan.

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Between The Wind And Rain

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

"The storm is in the air," she said, and held

Her soft palm to the breeze; and looking up,

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Egyptian Theosophy

© Mathilde Blind

Far in the introspective East

A meditative Memphian Priest

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The Chronicle

© Abraham Cowley

Martha soon did it resign
  To the beauteous Catharine.
  Beauteous Catharine gave place
(Though loth and angry she to part
With the possession of my heart)
  To Eliza's conquering face.

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The Task: Book VI. -- The Winter Walk at Noon

© William Cowper

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;

And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased

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Metamorphoses: Book The Second

© Ovid

 The End of the Second Book.

 Translated into English verse under the direction of
 Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
 William Congreve and other eminent hands

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Count Gismond--Aix in Provence

© Robert Browning

 I thought they loved me, did me grace
 To please themselves; 't was all their deed;
 God makes, or fair or foul, our face;
 If showing mine so caused to bleed
 My cousins' hearts, they should have dropped
 A word, and straight the play had stopped.

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 07

© Torquato Tasso

LXXXV

"Or else my tender bosom opened wide,

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Psalm CXVII.

© Henry King

O all ye Nations record,
The Praises of the Lord;
Ye people through the Universe,
Your Makers praise rehearse.

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Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie

© Edmund Spenser

I SING of deadly dolorous debate,

Stir'd vp through wrathfull Nemesis despight,

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Sunset Wings

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

TO-NIGHT this sunset spreads two golden wings

Cleaving the western sky;

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Home-Sick

© Ada Cambridge

O time, great Healer! canst thou still

 The crying hearts that feel the knife?

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Aeneid

© Virgil

THE ARGUMENT.- Turnus takes advantage of AEneas's absence,
fires some of his ships (which are transformed into sea nymphs),
and assaults his camp. The Trojans, reduc'd to the last extremities,
send Nisus and Euryalus to recall AEneas; which furnishes the
poet with that admirable episode of their friendship, generosity, and
the conclusion of their adventures.

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The Searchlights

© Alfred Noyes

Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight,
The lean black cruisers search the sea.
Night-long their level shafts of light
Revolve,and find no enemy.
Only they know each leaping wave
May hide the lightning, and their grave.

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The Fellowship Of Genius

© Frances Anne Kemble

O hearts of flesh! O beating hearts of love!

  O twining hands of human dear desire!—

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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 04:

© Conrad Aiken

I sit before the gold-embroidered curtain
And think her face is like a wrinkled desert.
The crystal burns in lamplight beneath my eyes.
A dragon slowly coils on the scaly curtain.
Upon a scarlet cloth a white skull lies.

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'Look At The Clock!' : Patty Morgan The Milkmaid's Story

© Richard Harris Barham

And 'still on each evening when pleasure fills up,'
At the old Goat-in-Boots, with Metheglin, each cup,
Mr Pryce, if he's there,
Will get into 'the Chair,'