Knowledge poems
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To The Castle Ramparts
© William Michael Rossetti
Great clouds were arched abroad
Like angels' wings; returning beneath which,
I lingered homewards. All their forms had merged
And loosened when my walk was ended; and,
While yet I saw the sun a perfect disc,
There was the moon beginning in the sky.
Don Juan: Canto The Fifth
© George Gordon Byron
When amatory poets sing their loves
In liquid lines mellifluously bland,
Sonnet : To A Balloon Laden With Knowledge
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Bright ball of flame that through the gloom of even
Silently takest thine aethereal way,
And with surpassing glory dimm'st each ray
Twinkling amid the dark blue depths of Heaven,--
The Dance Of The Seven Sins
© Arthur Symons
THE STAGE-MANAGER
It is. Each morning that decays
To midnight ends the world as well,
For the world's day, as that farewell
When, at the ultimate judgment-Stroke,
Heaven too shall vanish in pale smoke.
The Spagnoletto. Act I
© Emma Lazarus
SCENE--During the first four acts, in Naples; latter part of the
fifth act, in Palermo. Time, about 1655.
The Island In The South
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE ship went down at noonday in a cam,
When not a zephyr broke the crystal sea.
We two escaped alone: we reached an isle
Whereon the water settled languidly
The Purgatory Of St. Patrick - Act II
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
PHILIP [aside]. If to find my death I come,
Why precipitate my doom?
But so patient who could be
As to not desire to see
What impends, how dark its gloom?
Art
© Washington Allston
O Art, high gift of Heaven! how oft defamed
When seeming praised! To most a craft that fits,
Don Juan: Canto The Second
© George Gordon Byron
Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations,
Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain,
Nothing is really mine except Krishna.
© Mirabai
Nothing is really mine except Krishna.
O my parents, I have searched the world
The Murrumbidgee Shearer
© Anonymous
Come, all you jolly natives, and I'll relate to you
Some of my observations - adventures, too, a few.
I've travelled about the country for miles full many a score,
And oft-times would have hungered, but for the cheek I bore.
Sonnet XXII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
My soul is a stiff pageant, man by man,
Of some Egyptian art than Egypt older,
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VIII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
V The Praise of Love
Spirit of Knowledge, grant me this:
A simple heart and subtle wit
To praise the thing whose praise it is
That all which can be praised is it.
The Wife Of Brittany
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
TRUTH wed to beauty in an antique tale,
Sweet-voiced like some immortal nightingale,
Trills the clear burden of her passsionate lay,
As fresh, as fair as wonderful to-day
As when the music of her balmy tongue
Ravished the first warm hearts for whom she sung.
Character Of The Happy Warrior
© William Wordsworth
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
-It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
The Princess (part 1)
© Alfred Tennyson
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,
Of temper amorous, as the first of May,
With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,
For on my cradle shone the Northern star.
The Devil's Thoughts
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
From his brimstone bed at break of day
A walking the DEVIL is gone,
To visit his little snug farm of the earth
And see how his stock went on.
