Patience poems

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And whatsoeuer other flowre of worth,
And whatso other hearb of louely hew
The iouyous Spring out of the ground brings forth,
To cloath her selfe in colours fresh and new;
He planted there, and reard a mount of earth,
In whose high front was writ as doth ensue.

The Coming Of Te Rauparaha.

© Arthur Henry Adams

BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping banners
From the flaming battlements of sunset
Hung suspended; and within his whare
Hipe, last of Ngatiraukawa's chieftains,

Give Your Heart To The Hawks

© Robinson Jeffers

I

The apples hung until a wind at the equinox,

Psalm Of The West

© Sidney Lanier

Master, Master, break this ban:
The wave lacks Thee.
Oh, is it not to widen man
Stretches the sea?
Oh, must the sea-bird's idle van
Alone be free?

The Victories Of Love. Book II

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

II
From Lady Clitheroe To Mary Churchill

The Comedian As The Letter C: 04 - The Idea Of A Colony

© Wallace Stevens

Trinket pasticcio, flaunting skyey sheets,
With Crispin as the tiptoe cozener?
No, no: veracious page on page, exact.

Westward

© Robert Laurence Binyon

I found my Love among the fern. She slept.
My shadow stole across her, as I stept
More lightly and slowly, seeing her pillowed so
In the short--turfed and shelving green hollow

A Psalm Of Patience

© Joseph Furphy

O kid! with face of healthy tan,

With lunch-bag, books and slate;

The Chief

© William Ernest Henley

His brow spreads large and placid, and his eye

Is deep and bright, with steady looks that still.

Constance

© Madison Julius Cawein

Beyond the orchard, in the lane,

The crested red-bird sings again--

At Vespers

© Madison Julius Cawein

High up in the organ-story
A girl stands slim and fair;
And touched with the casement's glory
Gleams out her radiant hair.

In Memoriam

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Yet not of these I muse
In this ancestral place,
But of a kindred face
That never joy or hope shall here diffuse.

After

© Robert Browning

Take the cloak from his face, and at first

Let the corpse do its worst!

Guns Of Peace

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

GHOSTS of dead soldiers in the battle slain,
Ghosts of dead heroes dying nobler far,
In the long patience of inglorious war,
Of famine, cold, heat, pestilence, and pain,--

The Lost Galleon

In sixteen hundred and forty-one,
The regular yearly galleon,
Laden with odorous gums and spice,
India cottons and India rice,
And the richest silks of far Cathay,
Was due at Acapulco Bay.