Patience poems

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Hope and Patience

© George MacDonald

An unborn bird lies crumpled and curled,

A-dreaming of the world.

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IX. O Poverty! though from thy haggard eye...

© William Lisle Bowles

O POVERTY! though from thy haggard eye,

Thy cheerless mein, of every charm bereft,

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Life Is A Dream - Act II

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

CLOTALDO.  Reasons fail me not to show
That the experiment may not answer;
But there is no remedy now,
For a sign from the apartment
Tells me that he hath awoken
And even hitherward advances.

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The Mirror

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

SHE knew it not:—most perfect pain

 To learn: this too she knew not. Strife

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Sonnet LVIII

© William Shakespeare

That god forbid that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!

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The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Dedication

© William Wordsworth

  RYDAL MOUNT, WESTMORELAND,
  April , 1815.
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The Ghost - Book II

© Charles Churchill

A sacred standard rule we find,

By poets held time out of mind,

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Eureka - A Prose Poem

© Edgar Allan Poe

EUREKA:

AN ESSAY ON THE MATERIAL AND SPIRITUAL UNIVERSE

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Sonnet CXL

© William Shakespeare

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.

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A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learning

© Robert Browning

Let us begin and carry up this corpse,

  Singing together.

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 03

© Torquato Tasso

XXIX

This youth was one of those, who late desired

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Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press

© William Shakespeare

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain,
Lest sorrow lend me words and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.

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The Vanity of Human Wishes (excerpts)

© Samuel Johnson

45 Yet still one gen'ral cry the skies assails,
46 And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales,
47 Few know the toiling statesman's fear or care,
48 Th' insidious rival and the gaping heir.

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Sordello: Book the Third

© Robert Browning


  Whereat he rose.
The level wind carried above the firs
Clouds, the irrevocable travellers,
Onward.

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Scum O' The Earth

© Robert Haven Schauffler

Newcomers all from the eastern seas,
Help us incarnate dreams like these.
Forget, and forgive, that we did you wrong.
Help us to father a nation, strong
In the comradeship of an equal birth,
In the wealth of the richest bloods of earth.

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Paradise Lost : Book II.

© John Milton


High on a throne of royal state, which far

Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind,

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A Child's Hymn

© Charles Dickens

Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,

 Ere I lay me down to sleep;

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The Givers Of Life

© Bliss William Carman

I.
WHO called us forth out of darkness and gave us the gift of life,
Who set our hands to the toiling, our feet in the field of strife?
Darkly they mused, predestined to knowledge of viewless things,

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The Joy of Incompleteness

© Anonymous

If all our life were one broad glare
Of sunlight, clear, unclouded;
If all our path were smooth and fair,
By no soft gloom enshrouded;

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The Song Of The Widow

© Rainer Maria Rilke

That was not his fault nor mine
since both of us had nothing but patience;
but death has none.
I saw him coming (how rotten he looked),
and I watched him as he took and took:
and nothing was mine.