Great poems

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Praise of the Fair Bridges, afterwards Lady Sandes, on Her Having a Scar in Her Forehead

© George Gascoigne

In court whoso demaundes
What dame doth most excell;
For my conceit I must needes say,
Faire Bridges beares the bel.

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The Wreck of the Steamer 'London', while on her way to Australia

© William Topaz McGonagall

Then the captain cried, Lower down the small boats,
And see if either of them sinks or floats;
Then the small boats were launched on the stormy wave,
And each one tried hard his life to save
From a merciless watery grave.

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 04

© Torquato Tasso

XLI

Guelpho next them the land and place possest,

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Niobe

© Alfred Noyes

How like the sky she bends above her child,

  One with the great horizon of her pain!

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Marginalia

© Barry Tebb

Here is a silence I had not hoped for

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To The Sound Of Violins

© Barry Tebb

Give me life at its most garish

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Oh, Why Not Be Happy?

© Victor Marie Hugo

[RUY BLAS, Act II.]


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Annunciation

© Muriel Stuart

When to your virgin heart, unstirred, ungiven,
Upon the quiet mountainside untrod,
The sudden naked fire came down from heaven,
Burning you with the very breath of God,

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The Phoenix

© George Darley

O Blest unfabled Incense Tree,
That burns in glorious Araby,
With red scent chalicing the air,
Till earth-life grow Elysian there!

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An Address to the Steam Washing Company and Letter of Remonstrance from Bridget Jones to the Nobleme

© Thomas Hood

An Address to the Steam Washing Company
"For shame—let the linen alone!" M. W. of Windsor.

Mr. Scrub—Mr. Slop—or whoever you be!

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The Hearth Eternal

© Vachel Lindsay

There dwelt a widow learned and devout,
Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill.
Three sons she had, who went to find the world.
They promised to return, but wandered still.

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The Illinois Village

© Vachel Lindsay

O you who lose the art of hope,
Whose temples seem to shrine a lie,
Whose sidewalks are but stones of fear,
Who weep that Liberty must die,

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Don Juan: Canto The Fifteenth

© George Gordon Byron

Ah!--What should follow slips from my reflection;

  Whatever follows ne'ertheless may be

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The Two Blackbirds

© George Meredith

A blackbird in a wicker cage,
That hung and swung 'mid fruits and flowers,
Had learnt the song-charm, to assuage
The drearness of its wingless hours.

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To the United States Senate

© Vachel Lindsay

And must the Senator from Illinois
Be this squat thing, with blinking, half-closed eyes?
This brazen gutter idol, reared to power
Upon a leering pyramid of lies?

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The Drunkards in the Street

© Vachel Lindsay

The Drunkards in the street are calling one another,
Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay, —
Publicans and wantons —
Calling, laughing, calling,
While the Spirit bloweth Space and Time away.

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The Amaranth

© Vachel Lindsay

Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . .
Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and yawns
And the tremendous Amaranth descends
Sweet with the glory of ten thousand dawns?

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The Master of the Dance

© Vachel Lindsay

A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher.
IA master deep-eyed
Ere his manhood was ripe,
He sang like a thrush,

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To The Others

© Katharine Tynan

This was the gleam then that lured from far
Your son and my son to the Holy War:
Your son and my son for the accolade
With the banner of Christ over them, in steel arrayed.