Knowledge poems

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The Night Dream

© Archibald MacLeish

To R. L.

NEITHER her voice, her name,

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An Epistle To Dr. Moore

© Helen Maria Williams

Whether dispensing hope, and ease
To the pale victim of disease,
Or in the social crowd you sit,
And charm the group with sense and wit,
Moore's partial ear will not disdain
Attention to my artless strain.

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The Princess (part 5)

© Alfred Tennyson


Home they brought her warrior dead:
  She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
  'She must weep or she will die.'

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Einstein

© Archibald MacLeish

Standing between the sun and moon preserves

A certain secrecy. Or seems to keep

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Good Teacher

© Henry Van Dyke

He leadeth me in the lowly path of learning,
He prepareth a lesson for me every day;
He bringeth me to the clear fountains of instruction,
Little by little he showeth me the beauty of truth.

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The Passionate Pilgrim

© William Shakespeare

Her lips to mine how often hath she joined,
Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing!
How many tales to please me bath she coined,
Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing!
  Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings,
  Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were jestings.

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One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III

© Madison Julius Cawein

  I seem to see her still; to see
  That dim blue room. Her perfume comes
  From lavender folds draped dreamily--
  One blossom of brocaded blooms--
  Some stuff of orient looms.

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A Manchester Poem

© George MacDonald

'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.
The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on fold
The chimneyed city; and the smoke is caught,
And spreads diluted in the cloud, and sinks,
A black precipitate, on miry streets.
And faces gray glide through the darkened fog.

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The Wisdom Of Merlyn

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

These are the time--words of Merlyn, the voice of his age recorded,
All his wisdom of life, the fruit of tears in his youth, of joy in his manhood hoarded,
All the wit of his years unsealed, to the witless alms awarded.

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The Apology

© Charles Churchill

ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS.

  Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.

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Paracelsus: Part V: Paracelsus Attains

© Robert Browning


Paracelsus.
Stay, stay with me!

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To A Young Mother On The Birth Of Her First Born Child

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Young mother! proudly throbs thine heart, and well may it rejoice,
Well may’st thou raise to Heaven above in grateful prayer thy voice:
A gift hath been bestowed on thee, a gift of priceless worth,
Far dearer to thy woman’s heart than all the wealth of earth.

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Myself

© Harriet Monroe

What am I? I am Earth the mother,
With all her nebulous memories;
And the young Day, and Night her brother,
And every god that was and is.

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Nocturne

© Rubén Dario

I want to express my anguish in verses that speak
of my vanished youth, a time of dreams and roses,
and the bitter defloration of my life
by many small cares and one vast aching sorrow.

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Vera

© Henry Van Dyke

I

A silent world,—yet full of vital joy

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Night

© Charles Churchill

AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD.

  Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.

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Second Sunday After Easter

© John Keble

O for a sculptor's hand,
  That thou might'st take thy stand,
Thy wild hair floating on the eastern breeze,
  Thy tranced yet open gaze
  Fixed on the desert haze,
As one who deep in heaven some airy pageant sees.

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An Inscription

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

At this fair oak table sat
Whilom he our Laureate,
Poet, handicraftsman, sage,
Light of our Victorian age,

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Quatrains Of Life

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

What has my youth been that I love it thus,
Sad youth, to all but one grown tedious,
Stale as the news which last week wearied us,
Or a tired actor's tale told to an empty house?

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The Blessed Damozel

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The blessed damozel leaned out

From the gold bar of Heaven;