Patience poems

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Singing School

© Seamus Justin Heaney

Ulster was British, but with no rights on
The English lyric: all around us, though
We hadn’t named it, the ministry of fear.

A Lay Of St. Gengulphus

© Richard Harris Barham

Gengulphus comes from the Holy Land,
With his scrip, and his bottle, and sandal shoon;
Full many a day has he been away,
Yet his Lady deems him return'd full soon.

He added not, for Adam at the newes
Heart-strook with chilling gripe of sorrow stood,
That all his senses bound; Eve, who unseen
Yet all had heard, with audible lament
Discover'd soon the place of her retire.

Paradise Lost: Book IX

© Patrick Kavanagh

So gloz'd the Tempter, and his proem tun'd.
Into the heart of Eve his words made way,
Though at the voice much marvelling; at length,
Not unamaz'd, she thus in answer spake:

Should You Wish To Know The Source

© Hayyim Nahman Bialik

Should you wish to know the Source,
From which your brothers drew…
Their strength of soul…
Their comfort, courage, patience, trust,
And iron might to bear their hardships
And suffer without end or measure?

The Star's Monument

© Jean Ingelow

IN THE CONCLUDING PART OF A DISCOURSE ON FAME.

(_He thinks._)

Woman and Child

© Judith Beveridge

They listen to the myna birds dicker in the grass.

The child’s blue shoes are caked with

The Rhyme of Joyous Garde

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense
With fumes of the flowery frankincense
From hawthorn blossoming thickly;
And gold is shower'd on grass unshorn,

For Emily Wilson

© Archie Randolph Ammons

Such a long time as the wave idling gathers
lofts and presses forward into the curvature
of the height before one realizes that the

The Mirror

© Robert Laurence Binyon

I
Where is all the beauty that hath been?
Where the bloom?
Dust on boundless wind? Grass dropt into fire?

An Essay on Criticism: Part 1

© Alexander Pope

But you who seek to give and merit fame,
And justly bear a critic's noble name,
Be sure your self and your own reach to know,
How far your genius, taste, and learning go;
Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet,
And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.

Paradise Regain'd: Book III (1671)

SO spake the Son of God, and Satan stood

A while as mute confounded what to say,

The Recluse - Book First

HOME AT GRASMERE
ONCE to the verge of yon steep barrier came
A roving school-boy; what the adventurer's age
Hath now escaped his memory--but the hour,

Paradise Lost: Book IX (1674)

To whom the Virgin Majestie of Eve,
As one who loves, and some unkindness meets,
With sweet austeer composure thus reply'd,

Stable

One rusty horseshoe hangs on a nail

above the door, still losing its luck,

© Emma Lazarus

THE holy bell, untouched by human hands,
Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.
Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,
Thrown wide, to let the summer morning in,