Men poems
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Church-Lock And Key
© George Herbert
I know it is my sinne, which locks thine eares,
And bindes thy hands!
Out-crying my requests, drowning my tears;
Or else the chilnesse of my faint demands.
The Shepheardes Calender: September
© Edmund Spenser
Hobbinol.
Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day:
Or Diggon her is, or I missaye.
A Desolate Shore
© William Ernest Henley
A desolate shore,
The sinister seduction of the Moon,
The menace of the irreclaimable Sea.
Hudibras: Part 2 - Canto I
© Samuel Butler
Quoth she, I grant it is in vain.
For one that's basted to feel pain,
Because the pangs his bones endure
Contribute nothing to the cure:
Yet honor hurt, is wont to rage
With pain no med'cine can asswage.
La Terre Est Bleue
© Paul Eluard
La terre est bleue comme une orange
Jamais une erreur les mots ne mentent pas
Metamorphoses: Book The Tenth
© Ovid
The End of the Tenth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
Brahm
© Joseph Furphy
Our swarming brethren of the North
Whatever you may judge them worth
Sling Muck and Soogoo Ram,
Are fantoids like yourself and me,
Though differing somewhat in degree
Nothing exists but BRAHM.
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 2
© Publius Vergilius Maro
ALL were attentive to the godlike man,
When from his lofty couch he thus began:
Poseidon's Law
© Rudyard Kipling
When the robust and Brass-bound Man commissioned first for sea
His fragile raft, Poseidon laughed, and "Mariner," said he,
"Behold, a Law immutable I lay on thee and thine,
That never shall ye act or tell a falsehood at my shrine.
The Witch of Hebron
© Charles Harpur
Of golden lamps, showed many a treasure rare
Of Indian and Armenian workmanship
Which might have seemed a wonder of the world:
And trains of servitors of every clime,
Greeks, Persians, Indians, Ethiopians,
In richest raiment thronged the spacious halls.
The Aungelys Song Within.
© Thomas Hoccleve
Al worshippe, wisdam, welthe and worthinesse, All bounte, beawte, ioye and blisfulheed,All honure, vertue, and alle myghtynesse,All grace & thankyng, vnto thin godheede,ffrom whom alle grace & mercy doth procede! Ay praised be thu, lord, in Trinite,And euere honured be thi maieste!
That be mankynde oure nombre is encreased, Of this that longe have be in pilgrymage;And now is alle hire noyows laboure cessed,That was be-gonne here first[ë] dayës age.Here is the port of sekire áryuáge Honured be thu, blissed lord on hye, And wolcome be ye to owre companye!
The Ring And The Book - Chapter V - Count Guido Franceschini
© Robert Browning
That is a way, thou whisperest in my ear!
I doubt, I will decide, then act, said I
Then beckoned my companions: Time is come!
The Prologue
© Anne Bradstreet
To sing of wars, of captains, and of kings,
Of cities founded, commonwealths begun,
For my mean pen are too superior things:
Or how they all, or each, their dates have run;
Let poets and historians set these forth,
My obscure lines shall not so dim their work.
The Third Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Kings doe correct those that Rebellious are,
And their good Subjects worthily preferre:
Iust Epigrams reproue those that offend,
And those that vertuous are, she doth commend.
The Auction Sale
© Henry Reed
And there was silence in the tent.
They gazed in silence; silently
The wind dropped down, no longer shook
The flapping sides and gaping holes.
And some moved back, and others went
Closer, to get a better look.
