Great poems
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Beauty and Hate
© John Le Gay Brereton
I have sought and followed you, drunk with your sacred wine;
Led out by a laughing wind on a tumbling sea,
Holy Willie's Prayer
© Robert Burns
O Thou, that in the heavens does dwell,
Wha, as it pleases best Thysel',
Sends ane to heaven an' ten to hell,
A' for Thy glory,
And no for onie guid or ill
They've done afore Thee!
A Poets Eightieth Birthday
© Alfred Austin
``He dieth young whom the Gods love,'' was said
By Greek Menander; nor alone by One
The Season
© Ada Cambridge
And must I wear a silken life,
Hemmed in by city walls?
And must I give my garden up
For theatres and balls?
Joys of Spring
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
The climbing sun again was wakening the world
And laughing at the wreck of frigid winter's trade.
The Simple Toilers
© Edgar Albert Guest
JUST to do the little things
And do them well from day to day,
A Birthday Present
© Sylvia Plath
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful?
It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it edges?
Those Two boys
© Franklin Pierce Adams
When Bill was a lad he was terribly bad.
He worried his parents a lot;
At The "Atlantic" Dinner
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
DECEMBER 15, 1874
I SUPPOSE it's myself that you're making allusion to
The Thief And Cordelier. A Ballad
© Matthew Prior
Who has e'er been at Paris must needs know the Greve,
The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave,
Where honour and justice most oddly contribute
To ease heroes' pains by a halter and gibbet.
Derry down, down, hey derry down.
Of Hell And The Estate of Those Who Perish
© John Bunyan
hus, having show'd you what I see
Of heaven, I now will tell
You also, after search, what be
The damned wights of hell.
Song Of The Silent Land. (From The German Of Salis)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Into the Silent Land!
Ah! who shall lead us thither?
Don Juan: Canto The Eleventh
© George Gordon Byron
When Bishop Berkeley said 'there was no matter,'
And proved it--'twas no matter what he said:
A Fruit Piece
© James Whitcomb Riley
The afternoon of summer folds
Its warm arms round the marigolds,
The Old And The Young Bridegroom
© Victor Marie Hugo
HERN. This duke is rich, great, prosperous,
No blot attaches to his ancient name.
He is all-powerful. He offers you
His treasures, titles, honors, with his hand.
The Patriot
© John Le Gay Brereton
The patriot from his walls of brass
Is singing loudly as I pass;
With fearless heart and open eyes,
He shouts the ancient battle cries;
And, where I pause to hear him sing,
A silent crowd is listening.
Georgic 1
© Publius Vergilius Maro
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star
Maecenas, it is meet to turn the sod
"Augustus Gloop..."
© Roald Dahl
"Augustus Gloop! Augustus Gloop!
The great big greedy nincompoop!
How long could we allow this beast
To gorge and guzzle, feed and feast
Lorelei
© Sylvia Plath
It is no night to drown in:
A full moon, river lapsing
Black beneath bland mirror-sheen,
