Great poems
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The Angler's Ballad
© Charles Cotton
AWAY to the brook,
All your tackle out look,
Here's a day that is worth a year's wishing;
See that all things be right,
For 'tis a very spite
To want tools when a man goes a-fishing.
Great Mullen
© William Carlos Williams
One leaves his leaves at home
beomg a mullen and sends up a lighthouse
Pharsalia - Book III: Massilia
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Phoenicians first (if story be believed)
Dared to record in characters; for yet
Papyrus was not fashioned, and the priests
Of Memphis, carving symbols upon walls
Of mystic sense (in shape of beast or fowl)
Preserved the secrets of their magic art.
Russia -- America
© John Galsworthy
A wind in the world! The dark departs;
The chains now rust that crushed men's flesh and bones,
Feet tread no more the mildewed prison stones,
And slavery is lifted from your hearts.
The Princess: A Medley: Ask me no more
© Alfred Tennyson
Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd:
I strove against the stream and all in vain:
Let the great river take me to the main:
No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;
Ask me no more.
Worship
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Pagan's myths through marble lips are spoken,
And ghosts of old Beliefs still flit and moan
Round fane and altar overthrown and broken,
O'er tree-grown barrow and gray ring of stone.
The Statues
© William Butler Yeats
Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare?
His numbers, though they moved or seemed to move
Clifton Chapel
© Sir Henry Newbolt
This is the Chapel: here, my son,
Your father thought the thoughts of youth,
White CanoeA Legend Of Niagara Falls
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A CANTATA.
MINAHITA, Indian Maiden.
OREIKA, Her Friend.
TOLONGA, Minahitas Father.
DOLBREKA, Indian Chief.
Obedience
© George Herbert
My God, if writings may
Convey a Lordship any way
Whither the buyer and the seller please;
Let it not thee displease,
If this poore paper do as much as they.
Antwerp To Ghent
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
We are upon the Scheldt. We know we move
Because there is a floating at our eyes
Soliloquy
© Robinson Jeffers
August and laurelled have been content to speak for an age,
and the ages that follow
Time's Garden
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
YEARS are the seedlings which we careless sow
In Time's bare garden. Dead they seem to be--
From 'The Hills Of Life'
© Albert Durrant Watson
ERE yet the dawn
Pushed rosy fingers up the arch of day
And smiled its promise to the voiceless prime,
Love sat and patterns wove at life's great loom.
Oh Albania, Poor Albania
© Pashko Vasa
Gather round, maidens, gather round, women
Who with your fair eyes know what weeping is,
Come, let us lament poor Albania,
Who is without honour and reputation,
She has become a widow, a woman with no husband,
She is like a mother who has never had a son!
A Congratulatory Poem
© Aphra Behn
All that is Wit, all that is Eloquence.
The Births of finest Thought and Noblest Sense,
Easie and Natural from your Language break,
Fort Wagner
© William Gilmore Simms
I.Glory unto the gallant boys who stood
At Wagner, and, unflinching, sought the van;
