History poems
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The Library
© George Crabbe
When the sad soul, by care and grief oppress'd,
Looks round the world, but looks in vain for rest;
The Tower of Doctrine - (from the History of Graunde Amoure)
© Stephen Hawes
That treated well of a ful noble story,
Of the doubty waye to the tower perillous;
Howe a noble knyght should wynne the victory
Of many a serpente foule and odious:
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Santa Filomena. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Whene'er a noble deed is wrought,
Whene'er is spoken a noble thought,
Our hearts, in glad surprise,
To higher levels rise.
Book Eleventh: France [concluded]
© William Wordsworth
But indignation works where hope is not,
And thou, O Friend! wilt be refreshed. There is
One great society alone on earth:
The noble Living and the noble Dead.
Earth's Secret
© George Meredith
Not solitarily in fields we find
Earth's secret open, though one page is there;
The Comedian
© Edgar Albert Guest
Whatever the task and whatever the risk, wherever
the flag's in air,
Within and Without: Part I: A Dramatic Poem
© George MacDonald
Robert.
Head in your hands as usual! You will fret
Your life out, sitting moping in the dark.
Come, it is supper-time.
Outside The Crowd
© George Meredith
To sit on History in an easy chair,
Still rivalling the wild hordes by whom 'twas writ!
Which Has More Patience -- Man or Woman?
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
Just watch a man who tries
To soothe a baby's cries;
Or put a stove pipe up in weather cold,
Into what a state he'll get;
How he'll fuss and fume and fret
And stamp and bluster round and storm and scold!
Four Poems About Jamaica
© William Matthews
1. Montego Bay, 10:00 P.M.
A chandelier, a tiara,
a hive of lights. A cruise ship
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude I.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Yes, well your story pleads the cause
Of those dumb mouths that have no speech,
The River's Tale
© Rudyard Kipling
Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew-
(Twenty bridges or twenty-two)-
Wanted to know what the River knew,
For they were young, and the Thames was old
And this is the tale that River told:-
Let Me Think
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
You ask me about that country whose details now escape me,
I don't remember its geography, nothing of its history.
And should I visit it in memory,
It would be as I would a past lover,
The Trains
© Judith Wright
Racing on iron errands, the trains go by,
and over the white acres of our orchards
hurl their wild summoning cry, their animal cry….
the trains go north with guns.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Dear royal France! I fix the happy year
At forty--seven, because that Christmas--tide
There passed through Pau the Duke of Montpensier,
Fresh from his nuptials with his Spanish bride;
An Elementary School Classroom in a Slum
© Stephen Spender
Far far from gusty waves these children's faces.
Like rootless weeds, the hair torn around their pallor.
