Great poems
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From A Satire Written To King James I
© George Wither
Did I not know a great man's power and might
In spite of innocence can smother right,
The Spagnoletto. Act III
© Emma Lazarus
RIBERA (laying aside his brush).
So! I am weary. Luca, what 's o'clock?
The Spider
© Ann Taylor
"OH, look at that great ugly spider!" said Ann;
And screaming, she brush'd it away with her fan;
"'Tis a frightful black creature as ever can be,
I wish that it would not come crawling on me. "
Daphne
© George Meredith
Musing on the fate of Daphne,
Many feelings urged my breast,
For the God so keen desiring,
And the Nymph so deep distrest.
Like Him Who Great reports Of Tilth Rejects
© Charles Harpur
Like him who great reports of tilth rejects,
Because his own is a most barren field,
Is he who mans divinity suspects,
Because his own soul doth so little yield.
There Are No Gods!
© Edgar Albert Guest
There are no gods that bring to youth
The rich rewards that stalwarts claim;
Satan Absolved
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
We have no heart to serve without instructions new.
Australia's First Great Poet
© Charles Harpur
HIS lot how glorious whom the must shall name
Her first high-priest in this bright southern clime!
Elegy On An Australian Schoolboy
© Zora Bernice May Cross
I would not curse your England, wise as slow,
Just as unjust in deed.
Panegyric To Sir Lewis Pemberton
© Robert Herrick
Till I shall come again, let this suffice,
I send my salt, my sacrifice
The Landmarks
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I.
THROUGH the streets of Marblehead
Fast the red-winged terror sped;
The Prophets
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
There are the modern prophets here,
Though altars totally are felt,
Their eyes are very deep and clear
In them, the flame of future set.
In War-Time: An Aspiration Of The Spirit
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Lord Jesus, as a little child,
Upon some high ascension day
When a great people goes to pay
Allegiance, and the tumult wild
To The Right Honourable The Earl Of Thomond, At Bath
© Mary Barber
Great Boiroimke! look down and see
This Change in thy Posterity;
Who quit all Titles to thy Throne,
But Hospitality alone.
The Beggar's Opera (excerpts)
© John Gay
Air I.An old woman clothed in gray, &c.1-
Through all the employments of life
Dear Old London
© Eugene Field
When I was broke in London in the fall of '89,
I chanced to spy in Oxford Street this tantalizing sign,
"A Splendid Horace cheap for Cash!" Of course I had to look
Upon the vaunted bargain, and it was a noble book!
Rhyme
© Sylvia Plath
I've got a stubborn goose whose gut's
Honeycombed with golden eggs,
Yet won't lay one.
She, addled in her goose-wit, struts
The barnyard like those taloned hags
Who ogle men
English Eclogues II - The Grandmother's Tale
© Robert Southey
JANE.
Harry! I'm tired of playing. We'll draw round
The fire, and Grandmamma perhaps will tell us
One of her stories.
The Prophecy Of Famine
© Charles Churchill
Still have I known thee for a silly swain;
Of things past help, what boots it to complain?
Nothing but mirth can conquer fortune's spite;
No sky is heavy, if the heart be light:
Patience is sorrow's salve: what can't be cured,
So Donald right areads, must be endured.
