Knowledge poems
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An Allegory On Man
© Thomas Parnell
A thoughfull Being, long and spare,
Our race of Mortals call him Care,
(Were Homer living well he knew
What Name the Gods woud call him too)
With fine Mechanick Genius wrought,
And lovd to work tho no one bought.
Faith
© George Santayana
O WORLD, thou choosest not the better part!
It is not wisdom to be only wise,
Shakespeare
© Charles Harpur
How oft, in Austral woods, the parting day
Has gone through western golden gates away
While sweetest Shakespeare, fancys darling child,
Warbled for me his native woodnotes wild.
Acquaintance
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Not we who daily walk the City's street;
Not those who have been cradled in its heart,
Charades
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Spake John Grogblossom the coachman to Eliza Spinks the cook:
"Mrs. Spinks," says he, "I've foundered: 'Liza dear, I'm overtook.
Druv into a corner reglar, puzzled as a babe unborn;
Speak the word, my blessed 'Liza; speak, and John the coachman's yourn."
The Great Beech
© Norman Rowland Gale
With heart disposed to memory, let me stand
Near this monarch and this minstrel of the land,
Now that Dian leans so lovely from her car.
Illusively brought near by seeming falsely far,
In yon illustrious summit sways the tangled evening star.
They Who Tread the Path of Labor
© Henry Van Dyke
They who tread the path of labor follow where My feet have trod;
They who work without complaining, do the holy will of God;
Nevermore thou needest seek me; I am with thee everywhere;
Raise the stone, and thou shalt find Me, clease the wood and I am there.
The Course Of Life
© Friedrich Hölderlin
You too wanted better things, but love
forces all of us down. Sorrow bends us more
forcefully, but the arc doesn't return to its
point of origin without a reason.
When Jesus Left His Father's Throne
© James Montgomery
When Jesus left His Fathers throne,
He chose a humble birth;
Wisdom's Haunts
© Edgar Albert Guest
Way out in the woods there are brothers who read
By the light of a candle, in Greek,
The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - The Buried City
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Beside that giant stream that foams and swells
Betwixt Hy-Conaill and Moyarta's shore,
And guards the isle where good Senanus dwells,
A gentle maiden dwelt in days of yore.
The Heathen Pass-ee
© Arthur Clement Hilton
Which I wish to remark,
And my language is plain,
That for plots that are dark
And not always in vain,
The heathen Pass-ee is peculiar,
And the same I would rise to explain.
On The Site Of A Mulberry-Tree; Planted by Wm. Shakspeare; felled by the Rev. F. Gastrell
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THIS tree, here fall'n, no common birth or death
Shared with its kind. The world's enfranchised son,
A Pair
© Jane Taylor
Soft his existence rolls away,
To-morrow plenteous as to-day :
He lives, enjoys, and lives anew,--
And when he dies,--what shall we do !
Man's Knowledge - Ingorance in the Mysteries of God
© William Henry Drummond
Beneath a sable veil and shadows deep
Of inaccessible and dimming light,
A Clear Day And No Memories
© Wallace Stevens
Today the air is clear of everything.
It has no knowledge except of nothingness
And it flows over us without meanings,
As if none of us had ever been here before
And are not now: in this shallow spectacle,
This invisible activity, this sense.
Aurora Leigh: Book Eighth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
In my ears
The sound of waters. There he stood, my king!
Paraphrases From Scriptures.
© Helen Maria Williams
Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should
not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yea,
they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.
Paradise Lost : Book VIII.
© John Milton
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear
So charming left his voice, that he a while
