Great poems
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The Virtuoso: In Imitation of Spenser's Style And Stanza
© Mark Akenside
--- Videmus
Nugari solitos.
-Persius
Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 05 - Infinite Worlds
© Lucretius
Once more, we all from seed celestial spring,
To all is that same father, from whom earth,
Our Fathers Business:
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O CHRIST-CHILD, Everlasting, Holy One,
Sufferer of all the sorrow of this world,
Redeemer of the sin of all this world,
Who by Thy death brought'st life into this world,--
O Christ, hear us!
Imr El Kais
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Weep, ah weep love's losing, love's with its dwelling--place
set where the hills divide Dakhúli and Háumali.
Túdiha and Mikrat! There the hearths--stones of her
stand where the South and North winds cross--weave the sand--furrows.
Night In Arizona
© Sara Teasdale
The moon is a charring ember
Dying into the dark;
Off in the crouching mountains
Coyotes bark.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Third Dialogue=.
© Giordano Bruno
LIB. Reclining in the shade of a cypress-tree, the enthusiast finding
his mind free from other thoughts, it happened that the heart and the
eyes spoke together as if they were animals and substances of different
intellects and senses, and they made lament of that which was the
beginning of his torment and which consumed his soul.
The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers
© Robinson Jeffers
I. TO DESIRE
(Here a dancer enters and dances.)
True Nobility
© Edgar Albert Guest
Who does his task from day to day
And meets whatever comes his way,
Believing God has willed it so.
Has found real greatness here below.
The Illuminations Of St. Peters
© Richard Monckton Milnes
I.
FIRST ILLUMINATION.
Temple! where Time has wed Eternity,
How beautiful Thou art, beyond compare,
The Princess (part 3)
© Alfred Tennyson
Morn in the wake of the morning star
Came furrowing all the orient into gold.
We rose, and each by other drest with care
Descended to the court that lay three parts
In shadow, but the Muses' heads were touched
Above the darkness from their native East.
That Great Waiting Silence
© Henry Lawson
WHERE shall we go for prophecy? Where shall we go for proof?
The holiday street is crowded, pavement, window and roof;
Band and banner pass by us, and the old tunes rise and fall
But that great waiting silence is on the people all!
Spleen (I)
© Charles Baudelaire
Pluviôse, irrité contre la ville entière,
De son urne à grands flots verse un froid ténébreux
Aux pâles habitants du voisin cimetière
Et la mortalité sur les faubourgs brumeux.
Inebriety
© George Crabbe
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stains
The bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,
Caravaggio: Swirl & Vortex
© Larry Levis
In the Borghese, Caravaggio, painter of boy whores, street punk, exile & murderer,
Left behind his own face in the decapitated, swollen, leaden-eyed head of Goliath,
And left the eyelids slightly open, & left on the face of David a look of pity
An Eclogue
© Thomas Parnell
Now early shepheards ore ye meadow pass,
And print long foot-steps in the glittering grass;
The Cows unfeeding near the cottage stand,
By turns obedient to the Milkers hand,
Or loytring stretch beneath an Oaken shade,
Or lett the suckling Calf defraud the maid.
The Pharaohs of Today
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Pain and labor of oppression gave the Western world its birth,
From such shores the love of freedom ne'er should perish from the earth;
To a conscience that's awakened, these are words to make it start,
"Each oppressor of a human buys himself a hardened heart!"
Sonnet. Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds
© John Keats
Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,--the domain
Of Cynthia,--the wide palace of the sun,--
The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,--
The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray, and dun.
In Memoriam A. H. H.
© Alfred Tennyson
Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
An Outdoor Reception
© John Greenleaf Whittier
On these green banks, where falls too soon
The shade of Autumn's afternoon,
