Great poems

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How We Heard the Name

© Alan Dugan

The river brought down
dead horses, dead men
and military debris,
indicative of war

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To Beethoven

© Sidney Lanier

In o'er-strict calyx lingering,
Lay music's bud too long unblown,
Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring:
Then bloomed the perfect rose of tone.

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The Tournament

© Sidney Lanier

Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies,
And the knights still hurried amain
To the tournament under the ladies' eyes,
Where the jousters were Heart and Brain.

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The Symphony

© Sidney Lanier

And yet shall Love himself be heard,
Though long deferred, though long deferred:
O'er the modern waste a dove hath whirred:
Music is Love in search of a word."

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The Vanity of All Worldly Things

© Anne Bradstreet

As he said vanity, so vain say I,

Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky;

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Babylon

© Ralph Hodgson

If you could bring her glories back!

You gentle sirs who sift the dust

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Delilah

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Delilah

[From a Picture]

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The Jacquerie A Fragment

© Sidney Lanier

Chapter I.Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright
Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night,
And flamed, one brilliant instant, on the world,
Then back into the historic moat was hurled

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The Dwarves

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Loke sat and thought, till his dark eyes gleam
With joy at the deed he'd done;
When Sif looked into the crystal stream,
Her courage was wellnigh gone.

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The Hard Times In Elfland

© Sidney Lanier

Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The Christmas Eve so bitterly!
But Wife, and Harry the four-year-old,
Big Charley, Nimblewits, and I,

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The Dying Words Of Stonewall Jackson

© Sidney Lanier

"Order A. P. Hill to prepare for battle."
"Tell Major Hawks to advance the Commissary train."
"Let us cross the river and rest in the shade."

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The Crystal

© Sidney Lanier

Thee, Socrates,
Thou dear and very strong one, I forgive
Thy year-worn cloak, thine iron stringencies
That were but dandy upside-down, thy words
Of truth that, mildlier spoke, had mainlier wrought.

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Otho The Great - Act III

© John Keats

SCENE I. The Country.

Enter ALBERT.

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On Violet's Wafers, Sent Me When I Was Ill

© Sidney Lanier

Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, and white
As all her thoughts; in shape like shields of prize,
As if before young Violet's dreaming eyes
Still blazed the two great Theban bucklers bright

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Ode To The Johns Hopkins University

© Sidney Lanier

How tall among her sisters, and how fair, --
How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair
As dawn, 'mid wrinkled Matres of old lands
Our youngest Alma Mater modest stands!

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Nilsson

© Sidney Lanier

A rose of perfect red, embossed
With silver sheens of crystal frost,
Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost.

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Napoleon

© George Meredith

Alive in marble, she conceived in soul,
With barren eyes and mouth, the mother's loss;
The bolt from her abandoned heaven sped;
The snowy army rolling knoll on knoll
Beyond horizon, under no blest Cross:
By the vulture dotted and engarlanded.

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June Dreams, In January

© Sidney Lanier

"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon
That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills,
In languid palpitation, half a-swoon
With ardors and sun-loves and subtle thrills;

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In Absence.

© Sidney Lanier

I.The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain
Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine apart.
O Love! O Love! across the gray-waved main
To thee-ward strain my eyes, my arms, my heart.

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Hymns Of The Marshes.

© Sidney Lanier

I have waked, I have come, my beloved! I might not abide:
I have come ere the dawn, O beloved, my live-oaks, to hide
In your gospelling glooms, -- to be
As a lover in heaven, the marsh my marsh and the sea my sea.