Great poems
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Métis
© Blodgett E. D.
Speak the great names: Fort Qu'Appelle,St Isidore de Bellevue, Grand Coteau,Batoche, Fort Walsh, Frog Lake and Cut Knife Hill,Seven Oaks and the rest of Rupert's Land,and say what lies there between: bonesthe wind gives back, bones of buffalo, bonesof the hunters, bones of Blackfoot, Cree and Blood,the prairie piled white with hunts, allbone brothers under sun
The eyes of toads are great
© Blodgett E. D.
The eyes of toads are great wells of sadness: wheredo they gaze but into fate to see nothing there?
Oh, Dem Golden Slippers!
© Bland James A.
Oh, my golden slippers am laid away,Kase I don't 'spect to wear 'em till my weddin' day,And my long-tail'd coat, dat I loved so well,I will wear up in de chariot in de morn;And my long, white robe dat I bought last June,I'm gwine to get changed kase it fits too soon,And de ole grew hoss dat I used to drive,I will hitch him up to de chariot in de morn
Stonehenge
© Binyon Heward Laurence
Gaunt on the cloudy plainStand the great Stones,Dwarfed in the vast reachOf a sky that owns
The View at Gunderson's
© Beach Joseph Warren
Sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea,Gazing from his window, this is what you see:
To his Friend Master R. L., In Praise of Music and Poetry
© Richard Barnfield
If music and sweet poetry agree,As they must needs (the sister and the brother),Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other
An Ode
© Richard Barnfield
As it fell upon a dayIn the merry month of May,Sitting in a pleasant shadeWhich a grove of myrtles made,Beasts did leap and birds did sing,Trees did grow and plants did spring;Every thing did banish moan,Save the nightingale alone
The Jackaw of Rheims
© Richard Harris Barham
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair! Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there; Many a monk, and many a friar, Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee
Written for my Son, and Spoken by Him in School, upon his Master's First Bringing in a Rod
© Mary Barber
OUR master, in a fatal hour,Brought in this Rod, to shew his pow'r
An Inventory of the Furniture in Dr. Priestley's Study
© Anna Lætitia Barbauld
A map of every country known,With not a foot to call his own
Omnivore
© Arthur James
I eat what's put in front of me,as all great men do. Should you eat shark? I know
The Vicar Of Bray
© Anonymous
In good King Charles's golden days, When loyalty no harm meant;A furious High-Church man I was, And so I gain'd preferment
The Three Ravens
© Anonymous
There were three ravens sat on a tree,They were as black as they might be.
A Sonnet upon the Pitiful Burning of the Globe Playhouse in London
© Anonymous
Now sitt thee downe, Melpomene,Wrapt in a sea-coal robe,And tell the dolefull tragedie,That late was playd at Globe;For noe man that can singe and sayeBut was scard on St
The Seafarer
© Anonymous
Mæg ic be me sylfum soðgied wrecan, [I can utter a true tale about myself,]siþas secgan, hu ic geswincdagum [tell of my travels, how in laboursome days]earfoðhwile oft þrowade, [a time of hardship I often suffered,]bitre breostceare gebiden hæbbe, [how bitter sorrow in my breast I have borne,]gecunnad in ceole cearselda fela, [made trial on shipboard of many sorrowful abodes; ]atol yþa gewealc, þær mec oft bigeat [dread was the rolling of the waves; there my task was often]nearo nihtwaco æt nacan stefnan, [the hard night-watch at the boat's prow,]þonne he be clifum cnossað
The Masque of B-ll--l
© Anonymous
First come I. My name is J-W-TT.There's no knowledge but I know it.I am Master of this College,What I don't know isn't knowledge.
A Jest of Robin Hood
© Anonymous
Lyth and lystyn, gentilmen, All that nowe be here;Of Litell Johnn, that was the knigh{.e}es man, Goode myrth ye shall here.
