Great poems

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The King Of Denmark's Sons

© William Morris

In Denmark gone is many a year,
So fair upriseth the rim of the sun,
Two sons of Gorm the King there were,
So grey is the sea when day is done.

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Paracelsus: Part V: Paracelsus Attains

© Robert Browning


Paracelsus.
Stay, stay with me!

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Alas! Where Have All The Years Gone

© Walther von der Vogelweide

Alas! Where have all the years gone?

Did I dream my life, or is it real?

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To A Young Mother On The Birth Of Her First Born Child

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Young mother! proudly throbs thine heart, and well may it rejoice,
Well may’st thou raise to Heaven above in grateful prayer thy voice:
A gift hath been bestowed on thee, a gift of priceless worth,
Far dearer to thy woman’s heart than all the wealth of earth.

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The Columbiad: Book III

© Joel Barlow

His eldest hope, young Rocha, at his call,
Resigns his charge within the temple wall;
In whom began, with reverend forms of awe,
The functions grave of priesthood and of law,

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V: Glee—The great storm is over

© Emily Dickinson

Glee—The great storm is over—
Four—have recovered the Land—
Forty gone down together—
Into the boiling Sand.

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The Impecunious Fop

© Joseph Hall

See'st thou how gaily my young master goes,

  Vaunting himself upon his rising toes;

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Reflections III.

© Samuel Rogers

The heart, they say, is wiser than the schools;
And well they may. All that is great in thought,
That strikes at once as with electric fire,
And lifts us, as it were, from earth to heaven,

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The Brook Rhine

© Augusta Davies Webster

SMALL current of the wilds afar from men,

 Changing and sudden as a baby's mood;

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Inscription In A Beautiful Retreat Called Fairy Bower

© Hannah More

Airy spirits, you who love
Cooling bower, or shady grove;
Streams that murmur as they flow,
Zephyrs bland that softly blow;

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Threnodia Augustalis: Overture - A Solemn Dirge

© Oliver Goldsmith

ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise,
And waken every note of woe;
When truth and virtue reach the skies,
'Tis ours to weep the want below!

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Of The Son of Man

© George MacDonald

I. I honour Nature, holding it unjust

To look with jealousy on her designs;

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Reading Aloud

© Christopher Morley

ONCE we read Tennyson aloud
In our great fireside chair;
Between the lines my lips could touch
Her April-scented hair.

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Mercy For Armenia

© Henry Van Dyke

I

THE TURK'S WAY

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Pasha Bailey Ben

© William Schwenck Gilbert

A proud Pasha was BAILEY BEN,
His wives were three, his tails were ten;
His form was dignified, but stout,
Men called him "Little Roundabout."

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The Fire-side

© Nathaniel Cotton

Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd,
The vain, the wealthy, and the proud,
In folly's maze advance;
Tho' singularity and pride
Be call'd our choice, we'll step aside,
Nor join the giddy dance.

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The Snowdrop In The Snow

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

O full of Faith! The Earth is rock,-the Heaven

The dome of a great palace all of ice,

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The Psalm Of A Sojourner

© Henry Van Dyke

Thou hast taken me into the tent of the world, O God:
Beneath thy blue canopy I have found shelter:
Therefore thou wilt not deny me the right of a guest.

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Song II

© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski

Why flatter thyself, Tyrant,
In ways great in evil?
The Lord's goodness ceases not
Keeping watch on the pious.

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The Waggoner - Canto Second

© William Wordsworth

IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer,
As lowly as the lowliest dwelling,
Had, with its belfry's humble stock, 
A little pair that hang in air,