Great poems
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Prejudice
© Jane Taylor
It is not worth our while, but if it were,
We all could undertake to laugh at her ;
Since vulgar prejudice, the lowest kind,
Of course, has full possession of her mind ;
Here, therefore, let us leave her, and inquire
Wherein it differs as it rises higher.
Madam Gabrina, Or the Ill-favourd Choice
© Henry King
Con mala Muger el remedio
Mucha Tierra por el medio.
I have oft wondred why thou didst elect
Thy Mistress of a stuff none could affect,
The Bastard
© Richard Savage
Is chance a guilt? that my disastrous heart,
For mischief never meant; must ever smart?
Can self-defence be sin?-Ah, plead no more!
What though no purposed malice stained thee o'er?
Had Heaven befriended thy unhappy side,
Thou hadst not been provoked-or thou hadst died.
England
© William Wilfred Campbell
ENGLAND, England, England,
Girdled by ocean and skies,
And the power of a world, and the heart of a race,
And a hope that never dies.
The Beaks Of Eagles
© Robinson Jeffers
An eagle's nest on the head of an old redwood on one of the
precipice-footed ridges
Australian Federata
© James Lister Cuthbertson
AUSTRALIA! land of lonely lake
And serpent-haunted fen;
The Missionary - Canto Seventh
© William Lisle Bowles
The watchman on the tower his bugle blew,
And swelling to the morn the streamers flew;
An Invitation To Edward Walpole, Esq.
© Mary Barber
The first Glass shall welcome you, Sir, to our Coast;
And dear Lady Conway shall be my next Toast.
With Mirth, and good Humour, I'll make up the Treat;
I know you're too wise, to love dining in State.
Five Little Fingers
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
This is the baby who doesn't do a thing,
This is the lady who loves to wear a ring,
This is their big sister, this is another,
And this stout thumb is their great sturdy brother.
Written From Dublin, To A Lady In The Country.
© Mary Barber
A wretch, in smoaky Dublin pent,
Who rarely sees the Firmament,
You graciously invite, to view
The Sun's enliv'ning Rays with you;
To change the Town for flow'ry Meads,
And sing beneath the sylvan Shades.
A Book of Dreams: Part I
© George MacDonald
I lay and dreamed. The master came
In his old woven dress;
I stood in joy, and yet in shame,
Oppressed with earthliness.
The Song Of The Forest Ranger
© Herbert Bashford
Oh, to feel the fresh breeze blowing
From lone ridges yet untrod!
Oh, to see the far peak growing
Whiter as it climbs to God!
Wine and Water
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,
And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale,
But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail,
And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine,
"I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
Elegy For Whatever Had A Pattern In It
© Larry Levis
Keep your eyes on him as he lifts & swings fifty-pound boxes of late
Elberta peaches up to me where I'm standing on a flatbed trailer & breathing in
Tractor exhaust so thick it bends the air, bends things seen through it
Looking Death In The face
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
He'll die with. A brave lad, and very like
His sister.
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The Victories Of Peace
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
1.
GONE is the tempest that clouded
The land with its dark desolation.
Out from the pall that enshrouded
Prometheus
© James Russell Lowell
One after one the stars have risen and set,
Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:
