Great poems
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In Memory of General Grant
© Henry Abbey
WHITE wings of commerce sailing far,
Hot steam that drives the weltering wheel,
Starling
© Katharine Tynan
The starling in the ivy now,
For to amuse his dear,
Mimics the dog, the cat, the cow,
Blackbird and Chanticleer.
The Episode Of Nisus And Euryalus
© George Gordon Byron
'In vain you damp the ardour of my soul,'
Replied Euryalus; 'it scorns control!
Hence, let us haste! '- their brother guards arose,
Roused by their call, nor court again repose;
The pair, bouyed up on Hope's exulting wing,
Their stations leave, and speed to seek the king.
The Crusader
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Effigy mailed and mighty beneath thy mail
That liest asleep with hand upon carved sword--hilt
As ready to waken and strong to stand and hail
Death, where hosts are shaken and hot life spilt;
Lines II
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
YE cannot add by any pile ye raise,
One jot or tittle to the statesman's fame;
That the world knows; to the far future days
Belongs his glory, and its radiant flame
The Art Of War. Book III.
© Henry James Pye
Your footsteps now the arsenals have trod
Where lie the treasures of the warrior God;
Yet 'midst his ranks to serve is little fame,
Little avails the soldier's ardent flame,
Unless to all the heights of art you climb,
And reach of martial skill the true sublime.
To Goethe
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Goethe, who saw and who foretold
A world revealed
New--springing from its ashes old
On Valmy field,
The House Of Splendour
© Ezra Pound
Tis Evanoe's,
A house not made with hands,
But out somewhere beyond the worldly ways
Her gold is spread, above, around, inwoven;
Strange ways and walls are fashioned out of it.
Celebrating The Virtue Of King Wan's Bride
© Confucius
Hark! from the islet in the stream the voice
Of the fish-hawks that o'er their nests rejoice!
From them our thoughts to that young lady go,
Modest and virtuous, loth herself to show.
Where could be found to share our prince's state,
So fair, so virtuous, and so fit a mate?
On Leaving Bath.
© Mary Barber
The Britons, in their Nature shy,
View Strangers with a distant Eye:
We think them partial and severe;
And judge their Manners by their Air:
Are undeceiv'd by Time alone;
Their Value rises, as they're known.
Mind.
© Robert Crawford
Without us and within us mind is all;
The truth of life and knowledge still are one,
And though all be a dream, yet in the dream
All is true to the after and before,
The Rejoicings Of A Bridegroom
© Confucius
With axle creaking, all on fire I went,
To fetch my young and lovely bride.
No thirst or hunger pangs my bosom rent--
I only longed to have her by my side.
I feast with her, whose virtue fame had told,
Nor need we friends our rapture to behold.
The Wind-Child
© Enid Derham
MY FOLKS the wind-folk, its there I belong,
I tread the earth below them, and the earth does me wrong,
Composed By The Side Of Grasmere Lake 1806
© William Wordsworth
CLOUDS, lingering yet, extend in solid bars
Through the grey west; and lo! these waters, steeled
By breezeless air to smoothest polish, yield
A vivid repetition of the stars;
The Iron Cross
© Madison Julius Cawein
THEY pass, with heavy eyes and hair,
Before the Christ upon the Cross,
The Nations, stricken with their loss,
And lifting faces of despair.
A Cloud In Trousers - part II
© Vladimir Mayakovsky
Glorify me!
For me the great are no match.
Upon every achievement
I stamp nihil
Hymn IX. Where high the heavenly temple stands
© John Logan
Where high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears,
The Patron of mankind appears.
