Knowledge poems

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Ode To Peace

© Henry Van Dyke

I

IN EXCELSIS

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The Troubadour. Canto 2

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

THE first, the very first; oh! none
Can feel again as they have done;
In love, in war, in pride, in all
The planets of life's coronal,
However beautiful or bright,--
What can be like their first sweet light?

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Letter to My Lover After Seven Years

© Erica Jong

You gave me the child
that seamed my belly
& stitched up my life.

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For A Virgin And Child By Hans Memmelinck

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

(In the Academy of Bruges)

  MYSTERY: God, man's life, born into man

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The Seasons: Winter

© James Thomson

OH! bear me then to high, embowering, Shades;
To twilight Groves, and visionary Vales;
To weeping Grottos, and to hoary Caves;
Where Angel-Forms are seen, and Voices heard,
Sigh'd in low Whispers, that abstract the Soul,
From outward Sense, far into Worlds remote.

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XI: Epode

© Benjamin Jonson

Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state,

 Is vertue, and not Fate:

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The Task: Book II. -- The Time-Piece

© William Cowper

In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.

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Melampus

© George Meredith

I

With love exceeding a simple love of the things

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Lines Left Upon The Seat Of A Yew-Tree,

© William Wordsworth

which stands near the lake of Esthwaite, on a desolate part of the shore, commanding a  beautiful prospect.
NAY, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands
Far from all human dwelling: what if here
No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb?

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The Chantry Of The Cherubim

© Francis William Bourdillon

O CHANTRY of the Cherubim,  

 Down-looking on the stream!  

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260. Sketch in Verse, inscribed to the Right Hon. C. J. Fox

© Robert Burns

But now for a Patron whose name and whose glory,
At once may illustrate and honour my story.

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Sonnets At Christmas II

© Allen Tate

Ah, Christ, I love you rings to the wild sky

And I must think a little of the past:

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327. On Glenriddell’s Fox breaking his chain: A Fragment

© Robert Burns

These things premised, I sing a Fox,
Was caught among his native rocks,
And to a dirty kennel chained,
How he his liberty regained.

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A Patriot

© Hristo Botev

A patriot be - for knowledge, freedom,
The soul's too small a price to pay!
Mind you, not his soul, my brothers,
The nation's soul he'll give away!

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The Death Of Schiller

© William Cullen Bryant

'Tis said, when Schiller's death drew nigh,
The wish possessed his mighty mind,
To wander forth wherever lie
The homes and haunts of human-kind.

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Shyama -- English Translation

© Rabindranath Tagore

Yet after all these I cannot forget the pain
I couldn’t know her more!
One can hardly be nearest to what is beautiful
It ever remains far
When nearer it urges one ever
To know it ever more.

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Book Fifth-Books

© William Wordsworth

  There was a Boy: ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander!--many a time
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
Rising or setting, would he stand alone
Beneath the trees or by the glimmering lake,

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Everyday Characters II - Quince

© Winthrop Mackworth Praed

Fallentis semita vit*. — Hor.


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133. The Brigs of Ayr

© Robert Burns

THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough,
Learning his tuneful trade from ev’ry bough;
The chanting linnet, or the mellow thrush,
Hailing the setting sun, sweet, in the green thorn bush;

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Lydia Dick

© Eugene Field

When I was a boy at college,
  Filling up with classic knowledge,
  Frequently I wondered why
  Old Professor Demas Bently
  Used to praise so eloquently
  "Opera Horatii."